— Look alive and keep a weather eye. Not for nought it's called Shipwreck Island where lies Shipwreck Cove and the Town of Shipwreck.
— You heard him! Step lively!
— You know, for all that pirates are clever cogs, we are an unimaginative lot — when it comes to naming things.
— Right.
— I once sailed with a geezer, lost both of his arms, part of his eye.
— What'd you call him?
— Larry.
He needs the Pearl. Captain Turner needs the Pearl. And you felt guilty. And you and your Brethren Court. Did no one come to save me just because they missed me?
— Those aren't pieces of eight. They're just pieces of junk.
— Aye. The original plan was to use nine pieces of eight to bind Calypso, but when the first court met, the brethren were to a one skint broke.
— So change the name.
— What? To «nine pieces of whatever we happen to have in our pockets at the time»? Oh, yes, that sounds very pirate-y.
Our destinies have been entwined, Elizabeth, but never joined.
— The Dutchman must have a captain.
— Well, that's even more than less than unhelpful.
— Sail the seas for eternity.
— I love the sea.
— What about port?
— I prefer rum. Rum's good.
— Making port. Where we can get rum and salty wenches once every ten years.
— What did he say'?
— Once every ten years.
— Ten years is a long time, mate.
— Even longer given the deficit of rum.
— Mr. Gibbs, any particular reason why my ship is gone?
— The ship? We're on the ship... Jack! The ship's gone!
— Really?!
— The song has already been sung. The Brethren Court is called.
— Leave you people alone for a minute, look what happens. Everything's gone to pot.
