Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End

— Jack.
— Mr. Gibbs.
— Aye, captain.
— I thought so. I expect you're able to account for your actions, then.
— Sir?
— There has been a perpetual and virulent lack of discipline upon my vessel. Why? Why is that, sir?
— Sir, you're... You're in Davy Jones' Locker, captain.
— I know that. I know where I am. And don't think I don't.