It's not getting to the land of the dead that's the problem. It's getting back.
Why should I sail with any of you? Four of you have tried to kill me in the past. One of you succeeded.
Ladies! Will you please shut it? Listen to me. Yes, I lied to you. No, I don't love you. Of course it makes you look fat. I've never been to Brussels. It is pronounced «egregious». By the way, no, I've never actually met Pizarro, but I love his pies. All of this pales to utter insignificance in light of the fact that my ship is once again gone. Savvy?
— Jack... It would never have worked out between us.
— Keep telling yourself that, darling.
— Sao Feng is dead. He fell to the Flying Dutchman.
— He made you captain? They're just giving the bloody title away now.
— Look at them all.
— There's not been a gathering like this in our lifetime.
— And I owe them all money.