— Jack... It would never have worked out between us.
— Keep telling yourself that, darling.
— This dock is off limits to civilians.
— I'm terribly sorry. I didn't know. If I see one, I shall inform you immediately.
— You've always run away from a fight.
— Have not.
— You have so.
— Have not.
— You have so, and you know it.
— Have not. Slander and calumny. I have only ever embraced that oldest and noblest of pirate traditions. I submit that here now that is what we all must do. We must fight to run away.
— Sao Feng is dead. He fell to the Flying Dutchman.
— He made you captain? They're just giving the bloody title away now.
— What's your purpose in Port Royal, Mr. Smith?
— And no lies.
— Why, then I confess. It is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder, and otherwise pilfer my weaselly black guts
— I said «no lies!»
— I think he's telling the truth.
— If he were telling the truth, he wouldn't have told us.
— Unless of course you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it to you.
— Look at them all.
— There's not been a gathering like this in our lifetime.
— And I owe them all money.
— 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.
My vessel is magnificent and fierce and huge-ish... and gone.