All language subtitles for Pirates of The Caribbean - Dead Mans Chest (2006) CD1

Will!

- 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!
How dare you!

Stand your men down at once.
Do you hear me?

Governor Weatherby Swann,
it's been too long.

- Cutler Beckett?
- 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?

Aha. 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 wasn't the answer
to the question I asked.

Lord Beckett. In the category
of questions not answered...

We are under the jurisdiction
of the king's governor of Port Royal

and you will 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.

Captain Jack Sparrow.

Captain Jack Sparrow.

Yes, I thought you might.

Prisoners, come on!

Sorry, mate.

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?
- Mm-hm.

Captain, I think the crew,
meaning me as well,

were expecting something
a bit more... shiny,

with the Isla de Muerta going pear-shaped,
reclaimed by the sea with the treasure.

And the Royal Navy chasing us
around the Atlantic.

- And the hurricane.
- Aye.

All in all, it seems some time
since we did a speck of honest pirating.

- Shiny.
- Aye, shiny.

Is that how you're all feeling?

That perhaps 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.

- 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?

Keys...

unlock things?

And whatever this key unlocks,
inside there's something valuable.

So we're setting out to find
whatever this key unlocks.

No.

If we don't have the key, we can't open
whatever 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?

Ha. A heading.

Set sail in a...

general...

that-way direction.

Captain?

Come on, snap to and make sail. You
know how this works. Go on. 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,
and mark my words,

what bodes ill for Jack Sparrow
bodes ill for us all.

Lord Beckett,
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.
How do you know him?

We've had dealings in the past.

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?

Bargain.

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.

Freedom.

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 fianc�e
face the hangman's noose.

- So you get Jack and the Black Pearl.
- The Black Pearl?

- The property you want that he possesses.
- A ship? Hardly.

The item in question is 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?

Oh.

That's why.

As you were, gents.

Ah.

Time's run out, Jack.

Bootstrap.

Bill Turner.

You look good, Jack.

Is this a dream?

No.

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.

Your son.

William?

He ended up a pirate after all.

And to what do I owe
the pleasure of your carbuncle?

He sent me.

Davy Jones.

Oh.

So it's you, then.

He shanghaied you
into service, eh?

I chose it.

I'm sorry for the part I played
in the mutiny 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 judgment.

You made a deal with him too, Jack.

He raised the Pearl
from the depths for you.

13 years, you've been her captain.

- Technically...
- Jack.

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
already 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 your loof!
Haul those sheets!

Run them! Run! Keep running! Run as if
the devil himself and itself is upon us!

- Do we have a heading?
- Argh! Run! Land.

- Which port?
- I didn't say "port", I said "land". Any land.

- Jack's hat! Bring her about!
- No, no!

Leave it!

Run.

Back to your stations,
the lot of you!

- Jack?
- Shh.

For the love of mother and child, Jack,
what's coming after us?

Nothing.

- Here, now, you can't be here.
- I think you'll find he can.

Mr. Swann!

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.

In exchange, 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

does not mean
he would do the same for anyone else.

Now, where is that dog with the keys?

I have faith in you.

Both of you.

Where will you find him?

Tortuga. I'll start there
and I won't stop searching till I find him.

And then I intend to return here
to marry you.

- Properly?
- 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. That's what I heard.
Drunk, with a smile on his face.

Sure as the tide,
Jack Sparrow turn up in Singapore.

Jack Sparrow?

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...

mm, 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.
- C'est trop dangereux.

- What?
- C'est trop dangereux, je vous I'avais dit.

Bon voyage, monsieur.

Jack!

Jack Sparrow!

Marty!

Cotton!

Anybody?

Ah. A familiar face.

Don't eat me.

- I'm not going to eat you.
- Don't eat me.

No. Don't eat me.

Gibbs.

Come on! Let's go!

Come on! Who wants it?

I can do this all day!

Jack?

Jack Sparrow!

I can honestly say
I'm glad to see you.

Jack, it's me.

Will Turner.

Tell them to let me down!

...eensy-weensy.

...eunuchy. Snip, snip.

Eunuchy.

Jack, the compass.
That's all I need.

Elizabeth is in danger.
We were arrested for helping you.

She faces the gallows!

Savvy?

Save me.

Jack, what did you tell them?

No!

What about Elizabeth?

Jack!

That's a good girl.
Come a little closer.

- We don't bite.
- Go on. We won't bite you.

Come quickly.

- Tell me what's happening.
- Our name still has some standing.

I've arranged passage to England.
The captain is a friend of mine.

No! Will's gone to find Jack!

We cannot count on William Turner.

- Come!
- He's better than you give him credit for.

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. Do not.

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.

Whoa!

Wait inside.

Captain?

Captain.

Evening, Governor.

Shame, that.

He was carrying this.

It's a letter to the king.

- It's from you.
- No...

Elizabeth.

What are you doing?

- Where is she?
- Who?

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, we can come
to some sort of understanding.

- I'm here to negotiate.
- I'm listening.

I'm listening intently.

These letters of marque
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.
- Do explain.

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.
- Oh, really?

To ensure Mr. Turner's freedom, then,

I'll still want that compass.

Consider that in your calculations.

I say it was Divine Providence
what escaped us from jail.

And I say it was me being clever.

Ain't that right, poochie?

Well, 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.
And since when did you care?

Since we're not immortal no more.
We gotta 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...

Look.

There it is.

What's got into him?

Must have seen a catfish.

Stupid mongrel!

Argh!

Come on!

- It's ours for the taking.
- Tide's coming in. That should help.

And salvaging is saving,
in a manner of speaking.

There's the truth of it!

Suppose we better save it
as soon as we can,

what with our souls
in such a vulnerable state and all.

Amen to that.

Thank you.

Why would he do this to us?
If Jack is the chief...

Aye, the Pelegostos
made Jack their 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,

and they intend to do him the honor
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,
then, can we?

No, no. Oi! No, no.

More wood. Big fire. Big fire.

I am Chief. Want big fire.

Come on.

Oi.
Tout de suite.

Come on. More wood.

Whoa!

Oh, bugger.

A little seasoning, eh?

Well done.

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.

Oh, dear.

- Hurry!
- Come on!

Come on! Is that all you got?

- Wait. Stop.
- Eh?

Stop. Shh.

Shh.

- What are they doing?
- Stop.

Snake!

Move!

Well, go on, go get them.

No, no. Oi! No, no!

Not good.

Cut it loose! Find a rock!

Roll the cage!

Come on!

- Lift the cage! Hurry!
- Come on, lads. Lift it like a lady's skirt.

Run!

This way, lads!

Take cover!

Stop it!

Bugger.

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?
- Excellent! Our work's half done.

We done it for you,
knowing you'd be coming back.

- Make ready to sail, boys!
- What about Jack?

- I won't leave without him.
- Oi!

- Time to go.
- Cast off those lines!

Aaargh!

- Make ready to cast off!
- Oi!

Good doggy.

Alas, my children, this is the day you shall
always remember as the day you almost...

Captain Jack Sparrow.

Let's get away from this island
and head out to open sea.

Yes to the first. Yes to the second, but
only insofar as we keep to the shallows.

That seems a bit contradictory, Captain.

I have faith in your reconciliatory
navigational skills.

Now, where is that monkey?
I want to shoot something.

Jack. Elizabeth is in danger.

Have you considered
just locking her up somewhere?

She is locked up,
bound to hang for helping you.

There comes a time when one must
take responsibility for one's mistakes.

I need that compass of yours, Jack.

I must trade it for her freedom.

- Mr. Gibbs.
- Captain.

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 a way
to save your dolly belle, ol' what's-her-face.

Savvy?

This is going to save Elizabeth?

How much do you know
about Davy Jones?

Not much.

Yeah, it's going to 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.
This 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, sir.

What we need to do is find out what
the spirit needs, and then get it back to her.

Enough! Enough!

You're a pair of superstitious goats
and it's got the best of you.

Now, this appears to be no more
as we have a stowaway on board.

A young woman, by the look of it.

I want you to 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 fearsome creature with giant tentacles
that'll suction your face clean off

and drag an entire ship
down to the crushing darkness.

The kraken.

They say the stench of its breath is like...

Imagine, the last thing you know
on God's green earth

is the roar of the kraken and the reeking
odor of a thousand rotting corpses.

If you believe such things.

And the key will spare him that?

Well, that's the very question
Jack wants answered.

Bad enough even to go visit...

her.

Her?

Aye.

No worries, mates.
Tia Dalma and I go way back.

Thick as thieves.
Nigh inseparable, we are.

Were. Have been.

Before.

- 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.

Jack Sparrow.

Tia Dalma.

I always knew the wind was going
to blow you back to me one day.

You...

You have a touch of...

destiny about you,

William Turner.

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.
- Come.

What service may I do you?

- You know I demand payment.
- I brought payment.

Look.

An undead monkey.

Top that.

Don't! 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?

Maybe. Why?

I hear you.

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?
- Gold?

Jewels? 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 afoul of that
which vex all men.

What vexes all men?

What indeed?

- The sea.
- Sums.

The dichotomy of good and evil.

A woman.

A woman.

He fell in love.

No, no, no, 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 untamable 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?

Him heart.

Literally or figuratively?

He couldn't literally
put his heart in a chest.

Could he?

It was not worth feeling
what small, fleeting joy life brings.

And so...

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. All that's left is to climb
aboard the Flying Dutchman, grab the key,

you go back to Port Royal
and save your bonnie lass, eh?

Let me see your hand.

The black spot!

- The black spot!
- Black spot!

My eyesight's as good as ever,
just so you know.

I have just the thing.
Now, where did I put it?

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.

Dirt.

- This is a jar of dirt.
- Yes.

Is the jar of dirt going to help?

If you don't want it, give it back.

- No.
- 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, just say
Jack Sparrow sent you to settle his debt.

- It might save your life.
- Bon voyage!

Douse the lamps.

Sailor.

- Hoisting the jib, Captain's orders.
- Sailor!

Hoisting the jib.
Bring up with a round turn.

There's no use.
You've run aground.

No.

Beneath us.

Foul breath.

Hey! Hey!

Down on your marrowbones 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.

Cruel blackguard!

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?

I-I will serve.

There.

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.

Did he, now?

I'm sorely tempted to accept that offer.

Oh.

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 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.

- One soul is not equal to another.
- Aha!

We've established my proposal is sound
in principle. Now we're haggling over price.

Price?

Just how many souls
do you think my soul is worth?

One hundred souls.

Three days.

You're a diamond, mate. 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,
a 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.

Betrothed.

Dividing him from her and her from him
would only be half as cruel

as actually allowing them
to be joined in holy matrimony.

Eh?

I 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.

Three days.

Three days.

- Er, Mr. Gibbs.
- Aye.

I-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 these souls need be.

Ah.

Tortuga.

Tortuga.

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.
Well, I'm sorry.

An honest sailor is what I am. I make
my living fair and I sleep well each night.

S-sir!

She wants you
to do something.

She's trying to give a sign.

Whoa!

Over there! Look for a sign!

Look, there! There it is!

- There's the sign!
- That's seaweed.

- Seaweed can be a sign.
- Looks like entrails.

- That would be a bad sign.
- What's that over there?

And what makes you think
you're worthy to crew the Black Pearl?

I've never sailed a day in me life.

I figure I should get out,
see the world while I'm still 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 an ass rat's

if I live or die.

- Perfect. Next!
- I know what I want. 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.
- Next!

Ever since I was a little lad, I've always
wanted to sail the seas... forever.

Sooner than you think.
Sign the roster.

Thanks very much.

- How we going?
- Including those four, that gives us... four.

And what's your story?

My 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.

- Commodore?
- No, 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.

Somewhere nice?!

So, am I worthy to serve

under Captain Jack Sparrow?

Or should I just kill you now?

You're hired.

Sorry. Old habits and all that.

- Easy, sailor!
- That's our captain you're threatening.

- Time to go.
- Aye!

- Thanks, mate.
- Aargh!

Carry on.

Come on, then! Who wants some?

Form an orderly line
and I'll have you all, one by one.

Come on, who's first?

I just wanted the pleasure
of doing that myself.

James Norrington.

What has the world done to you?

Heave!

Heave!

Heave!

Heave!

- Heave!
- Heave!

Secure the mast tackle, Mr. Turner!

Set to it!

- Step aside.
- Hey! Mind yourself!

Let go, boy!

No.

Haul that weevil to his feet.

Five lashes will remind you
to stay on 'em!

- No!
- 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?

My son.

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 by the bosun's hand or your own.

No.

- Bosun!
- No!

You had it easy, boy!

- Will.
- 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?

Yes.

100 years before the mast,
losing who you were, bit by bit,

until 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.

You must get away.

Not until I find this.

The key.

The dead man's chest.

What do you know of this?

Open the chest with the key,
and stab the heart...

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?
- Hidden.

- Where is the chest?
- Hidden.

Captain Sparrow!

Come to join me 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.
- Jack.

I know Will came to find you.
Where is he?

Darling, I am truly unhappy
to have to tell you this, but...

through unfortunate circumstances
that had nothing whatsoever to do with me,

poor Will has been press-ganged
into Davy Jones's crew.

Davy Jones?

Oh, please.

The captain of the Flying Dutchman?

- You look awful. What are you doing here?
- You hired me.

I can't help it if your standards are lax.

- You smell funny.
- Jack!

All I want is to find Will.

Are you certain?
Is that what you really want most?

Of course.

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.
- Oh, dear.

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 whatever it is 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?

With this.

My compass... is unique.

"Unique" here
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.

Oh, Jack.

- 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.

- Mr. Gibbs!
- Cap'n.

- We have our heading.
- Finally!

Cast off those lines.
Weigh anchor and crowd that canvas!

Miss Swann.

Welcome to the crew,
former commodore.

There's something to knowing the exact
shape of the world and one's place in it.

I assure you, these are not necessary.

I thought you'd be interested
in the whereabouts of your daughter.

- You have news of her?
- Most recently seen on Tortuga,

and then left in the company
of a known pirate, Jack Sparrow,

and other fugitives from justice.

"Justice"? Hardly.

Including the previous owner of this sword,
I believe.

Our ships are in pursuit. Justice will
be dispensed by cannonade and cutlass,

and all manner
of remorseless pieces of metal.

I find it distasteful to even contemplate
the horror facing all those on board.

What do you want from me?

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.