— What code is Gibbs to keep to if the worst should happen?
— Pirates' Code. «Any man who falls behind is left behind».
— No heroes amongst thieves, eh?
— How far are you willing to go to save her?
— I'd die for her.
— Oh, good. No worries, then.
— Barbossa! Marry us!
— I'm a little busy at the moment!
— Barbossa, now!
— Fine then. Dearly beloved, we be gathered here today, to nail your gizzards to the mast, you poxy cur.
— If you make your choices alone, how can I trust you?
— You can't.
— 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.
— «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.
— That's the Flying Dutchman? She doesn't look like much.
— Neither do you. Do not underestimate her.
— Anna-Maria!
— I suppose you didn't deserve that one either.
— No, that one I deserved.