— Now, Will, when a pirate's marooned, he's given a pistol with a single shot. One shot. Well, that won't do much good hunting or to be rescued. But after three weeks of a starving belly and thirst, that pistol starts to look real friendly. But Jack, he escaped the island, and he still has that single shot. Oh, he won't use it, though, save on one man. His mutinous first mate.
— Barbossa.
— On our return to Port Royal, I granted you clemency. And this is how you thank me? By throwing in your lot with him? He's a pirate.
— And a good man. If all I've achieved here is the hangman will earn two pairs of boots instead of one, so be it. At least my conscience will be clear.
— You forget your place, Turner.
— It's right here, between you and Jack.
— You know, for having such a bleak outlook on pirates you're well on your way to becoming one. Sprung a man from jail, commandeered a ship of the fleet, sailed with a buccaneer crew
out of Tortuga. And you're completely obsessed with treasure.
— That's not true. I am not obsessed with treasure.
— Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate.
— Anna-Maria!
— I suppose you didn't deserve that one either.
— No, that one I deserved.
— That's the Flying Dutchman? She doesn't look like much.
— Neither do you. Do not underestimate her.
— 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?
— 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.
— 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 honour of releasing him from his fleshy prison. They'll roast him and eat him.
