Well, he plays things close to the vest now. And a hard-learned lesson it was. Three days out on the venture, the first mate comes to him and says everything's an equal share, that should mean the location of the treasure too. So Jack gives up the bearings. That night there was a mutiny. They marooned Jack on an island and left him to die. But not before he'd gone mad with the heat.
— You should know better than to wake a man when he's sleeping. It's bad luck.
— Fortunately, I know how to counter it. The man who did the waking buys the man who was sleeping a drink. The man who was sleeping drinks it while listening to a proposition from the man who did the waking.
— Aye. That'll about do it.
— Well, well, well. Look what we have here, Twigg. Captain Jack Sparrow.
— Last time I saw you, you were all alone on a godforsaken island shrinking into the distance. His fortunes aren't improved much.
— Worry about your own fortunes, gentlemen. The deepest circle of hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers.
He's a mute, sir. Poor devil had his tongue cutout. So he trained the parrot to talk for him. No one's yet figured how.
— We're going to steal the ship? That ship?
— Commandeer. We're going to commandeer that ship. Nautical term.
— I suppose in exchange, you want me not to kill the whelp.
— No, no, no. Not at all. By all means, kill the whelp. Just not yet.
