— You have a debt to pay. You've been captain of the Black Pearl for 13 years. That was our agreement.
— Technically I was only captain for two years, then I was mutinied upon.
— Then you were a poor captain, but a captain nonetheless. Have you not introduced yourself all these years as Captain Jack Sparrow?
— You have my payment. One soul to serve on your ship.
— One soul is not equal to another.
— We've established my proposal is sound in principle. Now we're haggling over price.
— So what purpose would be served in finding whatever need be unlocked, which we don't have, without first having found the key what unlocks it?
— So we're going after this key.
— You're not making any sense at all.
— You and I are alike, and there will come a moment when you have a chance to show it.
— To do the right thing.
— I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by.
— You'll have the chance to do something... something courageous. And when you do, you'll discover something. That you're a good man.
— All evidence to the contrary.
— I have faith in you. Want to know why?
— Do tell, dearie.
— Curiosity. You're going to want it. A chance to be admired and gain the rewards that follow. You won't be able to resist. You're going to want to know what it tastes like.
Have you not met Will Turner? He's noble, heroic, a terrific soprano. Worth at least four. Maybe three and a half. And did I happen to mention he's in love? With a girl. Due to be married. Betrothed. Dividing him from her and her from him would only be half as cruel as actually allowing them to be joined in holy matrimony. Eh?
— Abandon ship. Into the longboat.
— Jack. The Pearl.
— She's only a ship, mate.
— Lord Beckett desires the content of that chest. I deliver it, I get my life back.
— The dark side of ambition.
— I prefer to see it as the promise of redemption.
— 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.
