— So. This is the path you've chosen, is it? After all, he is a blacksmith.
— No. He's a pirate.
— I hardly believe in ghost stories any more, Captain Barbossa. <...>
— You'd best start believing in ghost stories, Miss Turner. You're in one.
— My apologies, miss.
— Captain Barbossa, I am here to negotiate the cessation of hostilities against Port Royal.
— There were a lot of long words in there, miss. We're nought but humble pirates. What is it that you want?
— I want you to leave and never come back.
— I'm disinclined to acquiesce to your request. Means no.
— Who is this betrayer?
— Not likely anyone among us.
— Where's Will?
— Not among us.
— You and I are alike, and 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.
— I have faith in you. Want to know why?
— Do tell, dearie.
— Curiosity. 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 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.
The Brethren will still be looking here to us, to the Black Pearl to lead. And what will they see? Frightened bilge rats aboard a derelict ship? No. No, they will see free men and freedom! And what the enemy will see is the flash of our cannons. They will hear the ring of our swords, and they will know what we can do. By the sweat of our brows, and the strength of our backs, and the courage of our hearts. Gentlemen, hoist the colours.
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