— Pearlie. Pa-la-la-leh-loo-loo. Parlinny. Parsnip. Parsley. Par... Par... No, partner.
— Parley?
— That's the one. Parley!
— Damn to the depths whatever muttonhead thought up parley.
— That would be the French.
— 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.
— Sad. This is madness! That chest must be worth more than a shiny penny.
— Terrible temptation.
— If we was any kind of decent, we'd remove temptation from their path.
— 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...
