Swashbuckling sequel. To repay a debt to a powerful crew, an infamous pirate (Johnny Depp) enlists the help of a swordsman and his bride-to-be to find Davy Jones' Locker.
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-Why is this happening?
-I don't know.
You look beautiful.
It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding.
Make way! Let me through! ALL GASP: How dare you?
Stand your men down at once! Do you hear me?!
Governor Weatherby Swann, it's been too long.
-It's Lord now, actually.
Lord or not, you have no reason and no authority to arrest this man.
In fact, I do. Mr Mercer?
The warrant for the arrest of one William Turner.
-This warrant is for Elizabeth Swann.
-Oh, is it? That's annoying.
-My mistake. Arrest her.
-On what charges?
Ah-ha! Here's the one for William Turner.
And I have another one for a Mr James Norrington.
-Is he present?
-What are the charges?
Commodore Norrington resigned his commission some months ago.
-That's not the answer to the question I asked.
In the category of questions not answered...
We are under the King's Governor of Port Royal's jurisdiction.
Tell us what we are charged with.
The charge "is conspiring to set free
"a man convicted of crimes against the Crown and Empire
"and condemned to death. For which the..."
For which the punishment, regrettably, is also death.
Perhaps you remember a certain pirate named Jack Sparrow.
Captain Jack Sparrow.
Captain Jack Sparrow.
Yes, I thought you might.
# 15 men on a dead man's chest
# Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum
# Drink and the devil had done for the rest
# Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum. #
-Please... No! Agh! No!
Mind if we make a little side trip?
I didn't think so.
Not quite according to plan.
Complications arose, ensued, were overcome.
-You got what you went in for, then?
Captain, I think the crew, meaning me as well,
were expecting something a bit more...shiny.
With the Isla de Muerta reclaimed by the sea and the treasure with it.
And the Royal Navy chasing us around the Atlantic.
-And the hurricane.
All in all, it seems some time since we did a speck of honest pirating.
Is that how you're all feeling, then?
That dear old Jack is not serving your best interests as captain?
-Walk the plank!
-What did the bird say?
Do not blame the bird.
Show us what is on that piece of cloth there.
ALL SCREAM GUNSHOT
MONKEY SCREECHES Wah!
-You know that don't do no good.
It does me.
-It's a key.
-No, much more better.
It is a drawing of a key.
Gentlemen...what do keys do?
And whatever this key unlocks, inside there's something valuable.
-So we're setting out to find whatever this key unlocks.
If we don't have the key,
we can't open whatever it is we don't have that it unlocks.
So what purpose would be served in finding whatever need be unlocked,
which we don't have, without first having found the key what unlocks it?
So, we're going after this key?
You're not making any sense at all.
-Any more questions?
-So...do we have a heading?
Ah! A heading.
Set sail in a...
Come on, snap to and make sail. You know how this works. Oi, oi. Oi!
Have you noticed lately
the Captain seems to be acting a bit strange-er?
Setting sail without knowing his own heading.
Something's got Jack vexed.
Mark my words, what bodes ill for Jack Sparrow bodes ill for us all.
-The prisoner as ordered, sir.
-Those won't be necessary.
The East India Trading Company has need of your services.
We wish for you to act as our agent in a business transaction
with our mutual friend, Captain Sparrow.
-More acquaintance than friend. How do you know him?
-We've had dealings.
And we've each left our mark... on the other.
What mark did he leave on you?
By your efforts, Jack Sparrow was set free.
I would like you to go to him
and recover a certain property in his possession.
Recover. At the point of a sword?
Letters of Marque.
You will offer what amounts to a full pardon.
Jack will be free, a privateer in the employ of England.
Somehow I doubt Jack will consider employment the same as being free.
Jack Sparrow is a dying breed.
The world is shrinking, the blank edges of the map filled in.
Jack must find his place in the new world or perish.
Not unlike you, Mr Turner.
You and your fiancee face the hangman's noose.
So you get both Jack and the Black Pearl.
The Black Pearl?
-The property you want that he possesses.
-A ship? Hardly.
The item in question's considerably smaller and far more valuable,
something Sparrow keeps on his person at all times. A compass.
Ah, you know it.
Bring back that compass... or there's no deal.
Why is the rum always gone?
As you were, gents.
TIMBERS CREAK Ah!
< Time's run out, Jack.
You look good, Jack.
-Is this a dream?
I thought not. If it were, there'd be rum.
You got the Pearl back, I see.
I had some help retrieving the Pearl, by the way.
He ended up a pirate after all.
And to what do I owe the pleasure of your carbuncle?
He sent me.
So it's you, then.
He shanghaied you into service, eh?
I chose it.
I'm sorry for the part I played in the mutinying against you, Jack.
I stood up for you.
Everything went wrong after that.
They strapped me to a cannon. I ended up on the bottom of the ocean,
the weight of the water crushing down on me.
Unable to move.
Unable to die, Jack.
And I thought that even the tiniest hope of escaping this fate,
I would take it. I would trade anything for it.
It's funny what a man will do to forestall his final judgement.
You made a deal with him, too, Jack.
He raised the Pearl from the depths for you.
-13 years you've been her captain.
You won't be able to talk yourself out of this.
The terms what applied to me apply to you as well.
One soul bound to crew 100 years upon his ship.
-The Flying Dutchman has a captain.
-Then it's the Locker for you!
Jones's terrible leviathan will find you
and drag the Pearl back to the depths and you along with it.
Any idea when Jones might release said terrible beastie?
I already told you, Jack... your time is up.
It comes now,
drawn with ravenous hunger to the man what bears the black spot.
On deck, all hands! Make fast the bunt gasket! On deck! Scurry!
Scurry! I want movement! Movement! I want movement!
Lift the skin up! Keep it up! Haul those sheets!
Run 'em! Run, keep running! Run as if the devil himself is upon us!
-Do we have a heading?
-I didn't say "port".
I said "land". Any land. Argh!
-Jack's hat! Bring her about!
-No, no! Leave it!
Back to your stations, the lot of ya!
For the love of mother and child, Jack, what's coming after us?
CHUCKLES SPEAKS IN TURKISH
BOTH SPEAK TURKISH
-Here, now! You can't be here.
-I think you'll find he can.
-Governor Swann still.
Do you think I wear this wig to keep my head warm?
Jack's compass? What does Beckett want with that?
Does it matter?
I'm to find Jack and convince him to return to Port Royal
and the charges against us will be dropped.
No. We must find our own avenue to secure your freedom.
Is that a lack of faith in Jack or in me?
That you would risk your life to save Sparrow's
does not mean that he would do the same for anyone else.
Now, where's that dog with the keys? WHISTLES
I have faith in you, both of you.
Where will you find him?
I'll start there and I won't stop searching till I find him.
Then I intend to return here to marry you.
-Eagerly, if you'll still have me.
If it weren't for these bars, I'd have you already.
-I'll wait for you.
-Keep a weather eye on the horizon.
Captain Jack Sparrow?
Owes me four doubloons.
-Heard he was dead.
-Singapore is what I heard.
Drunk with a smile on his face.
Sure as the tide, Jack Sparrow will turn up in Singapore.
-I haven't seen him in a month.
When you find him, will you give him a message?
Can't say about Jack Sparrow,
but there's an island just south of the straits
where I trade spice for...delicious long pork.
Cannot say about Jack,
but you'll find a ship there, a ship with black sails.
My brother will take you ashore.
-What's wrong? The beach is there.
Bon voyage, monsieur.
-Ah, a familiar face.
-Don't eat me.
-I'm not gonna eat you.
Don't eat me. No, don't eat me.
Yah! Come on!
Yargh! Come on! Who wants it?
I can do this all day!
SPEAKS IN NATIVE TONGUE
Jack? Jack Sparrow!
I can honestly say I'm glad to see you.
Jack, it's me! Will Turner!
SPEAKS IN NATIVE TONGUE
Tell them to let me down!
SPEAKS IN NATIVE TONGUE
Jack, the compass! That's all I need! Elizabeth is in danger.
We were arrested for trying to help you. She faces the gallows!
SPEAKS IN NATIVE TONGUE Savvy?
ALL CHANT IN NATIVE TONGUE
Jack, what did you tell them?!
What about Elizabeth?
-That's a good girl. Come on.
-Come a little closer.
-We don't bite.
-I'll just touch you.
-Where are you going?
-I may still have standing with the King.
-I've arranged passage to England. The captain is a friend.
-Will has gone to find Jack!
-We cannot count on William Turner. Come!
-He's a better man than you think.
-This is no time for innocence.
Beckett has offered one pardon only. One.
And that is promised to Jack Sparrow even if Will succeeds.
Do not ask me to endure the sight of my daughter walking to the gallows.
Perhaps I can ensure a fair trial for Will if he returns.
A fair trial for Will ends in a hanging.
Then, there is nothing left for you here.
Oh, my God!
A shame, that. He was carrying this.
It's a letter to the King.
-It's from you.
What are you doing?!
-Where is she?
No doubt you've discovered that loyalty
is no longer the currency of the realm, as your father believes.
Then, what is?
I'm afraid currency is the currency of the realm.
I expect, then, that we can come to some sort of understanding.
I'm here to negotiate.
I'm listening intently.
These Letters of Marque, they are signed by the King?
Yes, and they're not valid until they bear my signature and my seal.
Or else I would not still be here.
You sent Will to get you the compass owned by Jack Sparrow.
-It will do you no good.
I have been to the Isla de Muerta. I have seen the treasure myself.
There is something you need to know.
Ah, I see.
You think the compass leads only to the Isla de Muerta,
and so you hope to save me from an evil fate.
But you mustn't worry.
I care not for cursed Aztec gold.
My desires are not so provincial.
There's more than one chest of value in these waters.
So perhaps you may wish to enhance your offer.
Consider into your calculations that you robbed me of my wedding night.
So I did.
A marriage interrupted...
..or fate intervenes?
You're making great efforts to ensure Jack Sparrow's freedom.
-These aren't going to Jack.
To ensure Mr Turner's freedom, then?
I'll still want that compass.
Consider that in your calculations.
Well, I say it was divine providence what escaped us from jail.
And I say it was me being clever.
Ain't that right, poochie?
How'd you know it weren't divine providence
what inspired you to be clever?
Anyways, I ain't stealing no ship.
It ain't stealing, it's salvaging!
-Since when did you care?
-Since we're not immortal no more.
We've got to take care of our immortal souls.
-You know you can't read.
-It's the Bible, you get credit for trying.
Pretending to read the Bible's a lie!
That's a mark against...!
There it is!
-What's got into him?
-Must've seen a catfish.
-It's ours for the taking!
-Tide's coming in, that should help.
Well, salvaging is saving, in a manner of speaking.
There's the truth of it!
I suppose we'd better save it as soon as we can,
what with our souls in such a vulnerable state an' all.
Amen to that.
Why would he do this to us?
-If Jack is the chief...
-Aye, the Pelegostos made Jack chief
but he only remains chief as long as he acts like a chief.
So he had no choice? He's a captive as much as the rest of us.
Worse, as it turns out.
See, the Pelegostos believe that Jack is a god in human form.
They intend to do him the honour
of releasing him from his fleshy prison.
They'll roast him and eat him!
Where's the rest of the crew?
These cages we're in weren't built till after we got here.
The feast is about to begin.
Jack's life will end when the drums stop!
Well, we can't just sit here and wait, can we?
No, no! Oi! No, no! More wood!
Big fire! Big fire!
I am chief! Want big fire! Come on!
Oi! SPEAKS IN NATIVE TONGUE
Tout de suite! Come on! More wood!
A little seasoning. Eh?
Put your legs through! Start to climb!
Come on, men!
It'll take all of us to crew the Black Pearl!
Actually, you wouldn't need everyone!
About six would do.
Heave! Come on! Is that all you got?
-Where they going?!
YELLS IN NATIVE TONGUE
SPEAKS IN NATIVE TONGUE
Well, go on! Go get them!
Oh! No, no! Oi! No, no!
Cut it loose! Find a rock!
-Roll the cage!
-Lift the cage! Hurry!
-Come on, lads, lift it like a lady's skirt!
This way, lads!
BOTH SPEAK IN NATIVE TONGUE
Haul loose the mooring line! The mooring line!
Thief! Little hairy thief! Give it back!
-Don't bite it!
-Haul loose the mooring line!
He's got me eye! He won't give it back!
-How'd you get it back last time?
-Our work's half done!
-We done it for you.
-Knowing you'd be back for it!
-Make ready to sail!
What about Jack? I won't leave without him!
-Time to go.
-Cast off those lines!
-Make ready to cast off!
Good doggy! Ah!
Alas, my children, this is the day you shall always remember
as the day that you almost...
Cap'n Jack Sparrow.
Let's get away from this island and head out to open sea.
Yes to both, but only insofar as we keep to the shallows
-as much as possible.
-That seems a bit contradictory.
I have every faith in your navigational skills.
Now, where is that monkey? I want to shoot something.
Jack, Elizabeth is in danger.
Keep a more watchful eye on her. Lock her up somewhere.
She is locked up in a prison, bound to hang for helping you!
One must take responsibility for one's mistakes.
I need that compass of yours, Jack. I must trade it for her freedom.
We have a need to travel upriver.
By need, do you mean a trifling need?
Fleeting? As in, say, a passing fancy?
No, a resolute and unyielding need.
What we need to do is make sail for Port Royal with all haste.
William, I shall trade you the compass
if you will help me...
to find this.
You want me to find this?
No...you want you to find this.
Because the finding of this
finds you incapacitorially finding and or locating in your discovering
the detecting of a way to save your dolly belle, ol' what's-her-face.
This is going to save Elizabeth?
How much do you know about Davy Jones?
-Yeah, it's gonna save Elizabeth.
What's all this?!
If you both fancy the dress,
you'll just have to share and wear it one after the other.
It's not like that, sir. The ship is haunted.
Is it now? And you?
There's a female presence amongst us here, sir.
-All the men, they can feel it.
It's the ghost of a lady widowed before her marriage, I figure it,
searching for her husband lost at sea.
A virgin, too, likely as not. And that bodes ill by all accounts.
I say that we throw the dress overboard
-and we hope the spirit follows it.
-No! That will just anger the spirit.
We need to to find out what the spirit needs and get it back to her!
You're a pair of superstitious goats and it's got the best of you!
Now, this appears to me as we have a stowaway on board.
A young woman, by the look of it. Search the ship and find her.
Oh, and, er...she's probably naked.
Why is Jack afraid of the open ocean?
Well, if you believe such things,
there's a beast does the bidding of Davy Jones.
A creature with giant tentacles that'll suction your face clean off
and drag an entire ship down to the crushing darkness.
They say the stench of its breath is...
Imagine, the last thing you know on God's green earth
is the roar of the Kraken
and the reeking odour of a thousand rotting corpses.
If you believe such things.
And the key will spare him that?
Now, that's the very question Jack wants answered.
Bad enough, even, to go visit... her.
No worries, mates.
Tia Dalma and I go way back. Thick as thieves.
Nigh inseparable we are... were...have been...
-I'll watch your back.
-It's me front I'm worried about.
-Mind the boat.
-Mind the boat.
-Mind the boat.
-Mind the boat.
-Mind the boat.
-Mind the boat.
I always knew the wind was gonna blow you back to me one day.
You have a touch of destiny about you,
You know me?
-You want to know me.
-There'll be no knowing here!
We've come for help and we're not leaving without it.
-I thought I knew you.
-Not so well as I had hoped. Come.
What service may I do you, hmm?
-You know I demand payment.
-I brought payment.
MONKEY SCREECHES An undead monkey.
No. You've no idea how long it took us to catch that.
-The payment is fair.
-We're looking for this.
And what it goes to.
The compass you bartered from me, it cannot lead you to this?
Jack Sparrow does not know what he wants.
Or do you know but are loath to claim it as your own?
Your key go to a chest.
And it is what lay inside the chest you seek, don't it?
-What is inside?
Unclaimed properties of a valuable nature?
Nothing bad, I hope?
You know of Davy Jones, yes?
A man of the sea.
A great sailor.
Until he run a-foul of that which vex all men.
What vexes all men? CHUCKLES
-Well, the sea.
-The dichotomy of good and evil.
A woman. He fell in love.
No, I heard it was the sea he fell in love with.
Same story, different versions, and all are true!
See, it was a woman,
as changing and harsh
and untameable as the sea.
Him never stopped loving her
but the pain it cause him was too much to live with,
but not enough to cause him to die.
What exactly did he put into the chest?
Literally or figuratively?
He couldn't literally put his heart in a chest!
It was not worth feeling what small, fleeting joy life brings.
him carve out him heart,
lock it away in a chest
and hide the chest from the world.
The key... he keep with him at all times.
-You knew this.
-I did not.
I didn't know where the key was but now we do.
So we climb aboard the Flying Dutchman, grab the key,
you go back to Port Royal and save your bonnie lass.
Let me see your hand!
The black spot!
My eyesight's as good as ever, just so you know.
Now...where did I put it?
CLATTERING AND CLUNKING
My little beauty, where are you?
Such a long time in such a mess.
Davy Jones cannot make port,
cannot step on land but once every ten years.
Land is where you are safe, Jack Sparrow.
And so you will carry land with you.
This is a jar of dirt.
Is the jar of dirt going to help?
If you don't want it, give it back.
-Then, it helps.
It seems we have a need to find the Flying Dutchman.
A touch...of destiny!
That's the Flying Dutchman?
-She doesn't look like much.
-Neither do you.
Do not underestimate her.
-Must have run afoul of the reef!
-So, what's your plan, then?
I row over, search the ship until I find your bloody key.
-And if there are crewmen?
-I cut down anyone in my path.
I like it. Simple, easy to remember.
-Your chariot awaits you, sire!
Oi! If you do happen to get captured,
say Jack Sparrow sent you to settle his debt! Might save your life!
Douse the lamps.
-Rig up the rafters. Captain's orders!
-Hoist inner jib. Captain's orders!
-Hoist the inner jib...
-There's no use. You've run aground.
No. Beneath us!
Down on your marrow bones and pray!
-Get back! Get back!
Five men still alive. The rest have moved on.
Do you fear death?
Do you fear that dark abyss?
All your deeds laid bare.
All your sins punished.
I can offer you an escape.
Don't listen to him!
Do you not fear death?
I'll take my chances, sir.
To the depths.
Life is cruel!
Why should the afterlife be any different?!
I offer you a choice.
Join my crew and postpone the judgment.
One hundred years before the mast.
Will ye serve?
You are neither dead nor dying.
What is your purpose here?
Jack Sparrow sent me to settle his debt.
What is your purpose here?
Jack Sparrow...sent me to settle his debt.
Ha! Did he, now?
I'm sorely tempted to accept that offer.
You have a debt to pay.
You've been captain of the Black Pearl for 13 years.
-THAT was our agreement!
-Technically, I was only captain for two years,
then I was viciously mutinied upon.
Then, you were a poor captain, but a captain nonetheless.
Have you not introduced yourself all these years as Captain Jack Sparrow?
You have my payment. One soul to serve on your ship. He's there.
-One soul is not equal to another.
So my proposal is sound in principle. We're just haggling over price.
Just how many souls do you think my soul is worth?
One hundred souls.
You're a diamond. Send me back the boy, I'll get started right off.
I keep the boy!
A good-faith payment. That leaves you only 99 more to go!
Have you not met Will Turner?
He's noble, heroic. Terrific soprano.
Worth at least four. Maybe three and a half.
And did I happen to mention he's in love?
With a girl.
Due to be married.
Dividing him from her and her from him
would only be half as cruel
as actually allowing them to be joined in holy matrimony.
I'll keep the boy. 99 souls.
But I wonder, Sparrow, can you live with this?
Can you condemn an innocent man, a friend,
to a lifetime of servitude in your name while you roam free?
Yep. I'm good with it.
Shall we seal it in blood? I mean...ink?
-Er, Mr Gibbs.
I feel sullied and unusual.
And how do you intend to harvest these 99 souls in three days?
Fortunately, he was mum as to the condition in which the souls need be.
It's an outrage. Port tariffs, berthing fees,
wharf handling and, heaven help us, pilotage!
Are we all to work for the East India Trading Company, then?
I'm afraid, sir, Tortuga is the only free port left in these waters.
A pirate port is what you mean.
I'm sorry. An honest sailor is what I am.
I make my living fair and I sleep well!
She wants you to do something.
She's trying to give a sign.
Over there! Look for a sign!
Look, there! There it is!
-There's the sign!
-Seaweed can be a sign.
-Looks like entrails.
-That would be a bad sign.
What's that over there?
What makes you think you're worthy to crew the Black Pearl?
Truth is, I've never sailed. I want to see the world while I'm young.
You'll do. Make your mark. Next!
My wife ran off with my dog
and I'm drunk for a month,
and I don't give a ass rat's if I live or die.
-MUTTERS: I know what I want!
-Me have one arm and a bum leg.
-It's the crow's nest for you.
-I know what I want.
Ever since I was a lad, I've always wanted to sail the seas...forever.
-Sooner than you think. Sign the roster.
-Thanks very much.
-How are we going?
-Including those four, that gives us...
And what's your story?
It's exactly the same as your story, just one chapter behind.
I chased a man across the seven seas.
The pursuit cost me my crew, my commission...
..and my life.
-Not any more! Weren't you listening?
I nearly had you all off Tripoli.
I would have, if not for the hurricane.
Lord, you didn't try to sail through it?!
So do I make your crew...or not?
You haven't said where you're going.
So am I worthy to serve under Captain Jack Sparrow?
Or should I just kill you now?
Sorry, old habits and all that.
-That's our captain!
BAND STRIKES UP SEA SHANTY
-Time to go.
Come on, then! Who wants some?
Form an orderly line, I'll have you all one by one.
Come on, who's first?
I just wanted the pleasure of doing that myself!
What has the world done to you?
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Secure the mast tackle, Mr Turner!
-Step to it!
-Hey, mind yourself!
Let go, boy!
Haul that weevil to his feet!
-Five lashes to remind you to stay on 'em!
Impeding me in my duties!
-You'll share the punishment.
-I'll take it all.
Will you now?
And what would prompt such an act of charity?
He's my son.
What fortuitous circumstance be this!
Five lashes be owed, I believe it is.
No. No, I won't!
The cat's out of the bag, Mr Turner!
Your issue will feel its sting,
be it with the bosun's hand or your own.
You had it easy, boy!
-I don't need your help!
The bosun prides himself on cleaving flesh from bone with every swing.
So I'm to understand what you did was an act of compassion?
One hundred years before the mast...
losing who you were, bit by bit...
till you end up... end up like poor Wyvern here.
Once you've sworn an oath to the Dutchman, there's no leaving it.
Not until your debt is paid.
I've sworn no oath.
(Then, you must get away.)
Not until I find this.
The Dead Man's Chest.
What do you know of this?
Open the chest with the key and stab the heart.
No, no, no, don't stab the heart.
The Dutchman needs a living heart or there'll be no captain,
and if there's no captain, there's no-one to have the key.
So, the captain has the key?
-Where is the key?
-Where is the chest?
-Come to join my crew, lad? Welcome aboard!
I'm here to find the man I love.
I'm deeply flattered, son, but my first and only love is the sea.
Meaning William Turner, Captain Sparrow.
Elizabeth? Hide the rum.
These clothes do not flatter you. It should be a dress or nothing.
-I happen to have no dress in my cabin.
I know Will came to find you. Where is he?
Darling, I am truly unhappy to have to tell you this
but, through an unfortunate and unforeseeable series of circumstances
that have nothing whatsoever to do with me,
poor Will has been press-ganged into Davy Jones's crew.
Oh, please! The captain of the Flying Dutchman?
-You look bloody awful. What are you doing here?
-You hired me.
-I can't help it if your standards are lax.
-You smell funny.
All I want is to find Will.
Are you certain? Is that what you really want most?
Because I would think you'd want to find a way to save Will most.
And you'd have a way of doing that?
-Well...there is a chest.
A chest of unknown size and origin.
What contains the still-beating heart of Davy Jones.
And whoever possesses that chest
possesses the leverage to command Jones to do what he or she wants.
Including saving brave William from his grim fate.
You don't actually believe him, do you?
How would we find it?
My compass...is unique.
Unique, yeah, having the meaning of broken.
True enough, this compass does not point north.
Where does it point?
It points to the thing you want most in this world.
-Are you telling the truth?
-Every word, love.
And what you want most in this world...
is to find the chest of Davy Jones, is it not?
-To save Will.
-By finding the chest of Davy Jones.
-We have our heading.
Cast off those lines, weigh anchor, crowd that canvas!
Come on, lads, make yourselves useful now!
Welcome to the crew, former Commodore.
There's something to knowing the world's shape and one's place in it.
-Don't you agree?
-I assure you these are not necessary.
I thought you'd be interested in the whereabouts of your daughter.
-You have news of her?
-Recently seen on the island of Tortuga,
then left in the company of the known pirate Jack Sparrow
-and other fugitives from justice.
Including the previous owner of this sword, I believe.
Our ships are in pursuit and justice will be dispensed
by cannonade, cutlass and all manner of remorseless pieces of metal.
I personally find it distasteful
to even contemplate the horror facing all those on board.
-What do you want?
-Your authority as Governor, your influence in London,
and your loyalty to the East India Trading Company.
To you, you mean.
Shall I remove these shackles?
Do what you can for my daughter.
So you see, Mercer, every man has a price he will willingly accept,
even for what he hoped never to sell.
I wager...ten years.
I'll match ten years.
-Wondering how it's played?
-It's a game of deception.
But your bet includes all the dice, not just your own.
-What are they wagering?
-Oh, the only thing we have.
Years of service.
-Any crew member can be challenged?
I challenge Davy Jones!
My soul. An eternity of servitude.
I want this.
How do you know of the key?
That's not part of the game, is it?
You can still walk away.
-I'm in, matching his wager.
No! Don't do this.
The die is cast.
I bid three twos.
It's your bid, Captain.
Seven fives, son.
Welcome to the crew, lad.
Twelve fives. Call me a liar or up the bet.
And be called a liar myself for my trouble!
Bootstrap Bill, you're a liar
and you will spend an eternity on this ship!
Master Turner, feel free to go ashore.
The very next time we make port.
Fool! Why did you do that?
I couldn't let you lose.
It was never about winning or losing.
you just wanted to know where it was.
Captain says I'm to relieve you.
MUSIC BOX PLAYS LULLABY
MUSIC BOX WINDS DOWN AND STOPS
Here. Take this, too. Get yourself to land and stay there.
It was always in my blood to die at sea.
But it was not a fate I ever wanted for you.
It's not a fate you had to choose for yourself either.
I could say I did what I had to when I left you to go pirating.
But it would taste a lie to say it wasn't what I wanted.
You owe me nothing, Will.
-They'll know you helped me.
What more can they do to me?
I take this with a promise.
I'll find a way to sever Jones's hold on you
and not rest until this blade pierces his heart.
I will not abandon you.
-Yes, they're signed.
-Lord Beckett of the East India Trading Company.
-Will was working for Beckett and never said a word.
Beckett wants the compass. Only one reason for that.
Of course. He wants the chest.
He did say something about a chest.
If the Company controls the chest, they controls the sea.
-A truly discomforting notion, love.
Bad for every mother's son what calls himself pirate.
I think there's a bit more speed to be coaxed from these sails.
Brace the foreyard!
Might I enquire as to how you came by these?
Will strikes a deal and upholds it with honour, yet you have the prize.
"Full pardon. Commission as a privateer on behalf of England
and the East India Trading Company".
As if I could be bought for such a low price!
-Jack, the letters. Give them back.
-No. Persuade me.
You do know Will taught me how to handle a sword?
As I said...persuade me.
It's a curious thing.
There was a time when I would have given anything
for you to look like that while thinking about me.
-I don't know what you mean.
-I think you do.
Don't be absurd. I trust him, that's all.
You never wondered how your latest fiance
ended up on the Flying Dutchman in the first place?
Strange thing to come upon a longboat so far out in open waters.
-Put as many leagues behind us as you can.
-What are we running from?
-That dress. Where did you get it?
-It was found aboard the ship.
The crew thought it was a spirit bringing some omen of ill fate.
-Oh, yes, exceedingly foolish.
It brought good fortune.
The spirit told us... pull in at Tortuga
-and we made a nice bit of profit there.
-Off the books, of course.
-I imagine some of your crew may have jumped ship there.
-Why do you ask?
-Captain! A ship's been spotted!
-She isn't flying any.
You will watch this!
Let no joyful voice be heard!
Let no man look up at the sky with hope!
And let this day be cursed by we who ready to wake...
-What kind of ship?
I've doomed us all.
It's the Flying Dutchman!
-Mother Carey's chickens! What happened?
-Must've hit a reef!
Free the rudder! Hard to port then hard to starboard!
-Free the rudder!
-Hard to port!
Here! Take it, take it!
The boy's not here. He must've been claimed by the sea.
I am the sea.
You need time alone with your thoughts. Brig!
What of the survivors?
There are no survivors.
The chest is no longer safe. Chart a course to Isla Cruces.
-Get me there first or there'll be the devil to pay!
Who sent that thieving charlatan onto my ship?
Who told him of the key?
My tremendous intuitive sense of the female creature
informs me that you are troubled.
I just thought I'd be married by now. I'm so ready to be married.
You know... Ahem...
I am captain of a ship...
and, being captain of a ship, I could, in fact,
perform a marr-i-age
right on this deck...
No, thank you.
Why not? We are very much alike, you and I, I and you. Us.
Oh, except for a sense of honour and decency and a moral centre.
And personal hygiene.
You will come over to my side, I know it.
-You seem very certain.
-One word, love. Curiosity.
You long for freedom.
You long to do what you want to do because you want it.
To act on selfish impulse.
You want to see what it's like.
One day you won't be able to resist.
Why doesn't your compass work?
My compass works fine.
Because you and I are alike.
There will come a moment when you have a chance to show it,
to do the right thing.
I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by.
You'll have the chance to do something...something courageous.
And when you do, you'll discover something.
That you're a good man.
All evidence to the contrary.
No, I have faith in you.
-Want to know why?
-Do tell, dearie.
You're going to want it.
A chance to be admired and gain the rewards that follow.
You won't be able to resist.
You're going to want to know...
what it tastes like.
I do want to know what it tastes like.
But, seeing as you're a good man,
I know you'd never put me in a position
that would compromise my honour.
I'm proud of you, Jack.
I want my jar of dirt.
-You're pullin' too fast.
-You're pullin' too slow.
We don't want the Kraken to catch us?
I'm savin' me strength for when it comes.
I don't think it's Kracken anyways.
-I always heard it said Kray-ken.
-With a long A?
No, no. Krokken is how it's said in the original Scandinavian.
Kracken is closer to that.
We ain't original Scandinavians, are we?
-It's a mythological creature. I calls it what I wants.
Guard the boat. Mind the tide. Don't touch my dirt.
This doesn't work. And it certainly doesn't show you what you want most!
Yes, it does. You're sitting on it.
-"Guard the boat!"
-I could join a circus.
Can I shine your shoes, sir?
They're here. And I cannot step foot on land again for near of a decade.
Trust us to act in your stead.
I'll trust you to know what awaits you should you fail!
ALL SHOUT: Down!
You actually were telling the truth.
-I do that quite a lot yet people are always surprised.
-With good reason!
You're all right, thank God! I came to find you!
-How did you get here?
-Sea turtles, mate.
-A pair of them strapped to my feet.
-Not so easy, is it?
-But I do owe you thanks, Jack.
After you tricked me onto that ship to square your debt with Jones...
..I was reunited with my father.
Oh, well, you're welcome, then.
Everything you said to me, every word, was a lie!
Pretty much. Time and tide, love.
Oi. What are you doing?
I'm gonna kill Jones.
Can't let you do that, William.
Because if Jones is dead,
who's to call his terrible beastie off the hunt, eh?
Now...if you please,
I keep the promises I make, Jack.
I intend to free my father. I hope you're here to see it.
I can't let you do that, either.
-I knew you'd warm up to me eventually.
Lord Beckett desires the contents of that chest.
I deliver it, I get my life back.
Ah, the dark side of ambition.
Oh, I prefer to see it as the promise of redemption.
-Guard the chest.
This is barbaric!
This is no way for grown men to settle... Oh, fine!
Let's just haul out our swords and start banging away at each other!
That'll solve everything(!) I've had it!
I've had it with wobbly-legged, rum-soaked pirates!
How'd this go all screwy?
Well, each wants the chest for hisself, don't he?
Mr Norrington is tryin' to regain a bit of honour.
Old Jack's lookin' to trade it to save his own skin.
And Turner's tryin' to settle unresolved business twixt him
and his twice-cursed pirate father.
-This is madness!
That chest must be worth more than a shiny penny.
If we was any kinda decent,
we'd remove temptation from their path.
Oh! Oh! The heat!
By your leave, Mr Turner.
By your leave, Mr Norrington!
-Do excuse me while I kill the man who ruined my life.
-Be my guest.
Let us examine that claim from the Commodore.
Who was it that at the moment you had a notorious pirate safely behind bars
saw fit to free said pirate...
and take your dearly beloved all to hisself, eh?
So, whose fault is it really
that you ended up a rum-pot deckhand what takes orders from pirates?
Unfortunately, Mr Turner, he's right!
Still rooting for you, mate!
We got it! We got it!
-SPEAKS IN NATIVE TONGUE
-Follow my voice! Follow my voice!
To the left! No, turn around. Go to the right. Go to...
-No, that's a tree.
-Oh, shut it!
-We'll be having that.
Leave him lie! Unless you plan on using him to hit something with.
-We're not getting out of this!
-Not with the chest. Into the boat.
-Don't wait for me.
-I say we respect his final wish.
Your bravery is wasted.
I shall pry the chest away from your cold...dead...hands.
-Here you go!
-SPEAKS IN NATIVE TONGUE
MUTTERS IN NATIVE TONGUE
-What happened to the chest?
-Norrington took it to draw them off.
-You're pulling too hard!
-You ain't pulling hard enough!
-Where's the Commodore?
My prayers be with him. Best not wallow in our grief.
The bright side is you're back and made it off free and clear.
Lord on high deliver us!
ALL YELL MENACINGLY
I'll handle this, mate.
Lose something? Eh? Scungilli!
Come to negotiate, have you, you slimy git?
Look what I got. I've got a jar of dirt!
I've got a jar of dirt! And guess what's inside it?
-Hard to starboard.
-Hard to starboard!
-Brace up the foreyard!
-Hard to starboard!
Send his beloved Pearl back to the depths!
She's on us! She's on us!
-Let them taste the triple guns.
Go on, me darling, show us what you've got!
Come on, girl!
-She's falling behind!
-Aye, we've got her!
Against the wind, she beats us. But with the wind...
-We rob her advantage.
They're out of range!
Break off pursuit, run her light and douse canvas!
We're giving up, sir?!
-They're giving up!
My father is on that ship. We can take her. We should turn and fight.
Why fight when you can negotiate?
All one needs... is the proper leverage.
Where is it? Where is the thump-thump?
We must have hit the reef!
No. It's not a reef!
-Get away from the rail!
-What is it?
-Load guns! Defend the masts!
-It'll attack to starboard!
Run out the cannons and hold for my signal!
Come on! Come on!
-I think we've held fire long enough!
-It'll be back. We have to get off ship.
-There's no boats.
Haul the crates! Get all the gunpowder onto the net in the hold!
-Whatever you do, don't miss.
-As soon as you're clear.
We are short stocked on gunpowder! Six barrel!
-There's only half a dozen kegs of powder!
-Then, load the rum!
-Aye, the rum, too!
-Not the rum!
Oh, you coward!
-Heave like you're being paid for it!
-Put your backs into it!
I've got you!
-I won't let you go!
Yargh! Come on!
I'm over here!
Shoot! Elizabeth, shoot!
Did we kill it?
No...we just made it angry.
We're not out of this yet. Captain, orders!
Abandon ship. Into the longboat.
Jack! The Pearl?
She's only a ship, mate.
He's right. We have to head for land.
-That's a lot of open water.
-That's a lot of water.
We have to try.
We can get away as it takes down the Pearl.
Abandon ship. Abandon ship or abandon hope.
Thank you, Jack.
We're not free yet.
You came back.
I always knew you were a good man.
Prepare to cast off! There's no time to lose!
Come on, Will! Step to!
It's after you, not the ship.
It's not us.
This is the only way, don't you see?
I'm not sorry.
He elected to stay behind to give us a chance.
Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger!
Not so bad.
our debt is settled.
The captain goes down with his ship.
Turns out not even Jack Sparrow can best the devil.
Open the chest.
Open the chest, I need to see it!
Damn you, Jack SPARROW!
The last of our ships has returned.
-Is there any news on the chest?
But one of the ships did pick up a man adrift at sea.
He had these.
I took the liberty of filling in my name.
If you intend to claim these, then you must have something to trade.
Do you have the compass?
The heart of Davy Jones.
THUDDING, LOW HUMMING
Against the cold...and the sorrow.
It's a shame.
I know you thinking that with the Pearl,
you could've captured the devil and set free your father's soul.
It doesn't matter now.
The Pearl's gone... along with its captain.
And already the world seems a bit less bright.
He fooled us all right till the end.
But I guess that honest streak finally won out.
-To Jack Sparrow!
-Never another like Captain Jack.
He was a gentleman of fortune, he was.
He was a good man.
If there was anything could be done to bring him back?
-Would you do it?
What would you? Hmm?
What would any of you be willing to do? Hmm?
Would you sail to the ends of the earth and beyond
to fetch back witty Jack and him precious Pearl?
But if you're gonna brave the weird
and haunted shores at world's end...
..then you will need a captain
who knows those waters.
So, tell me... what's become of my ship?
Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd
Swashbuckling action sequel. To repay a debt to a powerful supernatural crew, Jack Sparrow enlists the help of a swordsman and his bride-to-be to seek out the mysterious Davy Jones' Locker.
The couple have their own agenda, however, having been freed from prison by the British on condition that they capture the infamous pirate's legendary compass.