— Jack, I have to ask... You had the chalices, the water, the tear... You could have lived maybe forever.
— The Fountain does test you, Gibbs. But better to not know which moment may be your last. Every morsel of your entire being... alive to the infinite mystery of it all. And who's to say I won't live forever, eh? Discoverer of the Fountain of Youth. I have no say in it, Gibbs. It's a pirate's life for me. Savvy?
— You know, for having such a bleak outlook on pirates you're well on your way to becoming one. Sprung a man from jail, commandeered a ship of the fleet, sailed with a buccaneer crew
out of Tortuga. And you're completely obsessed with treasure.
— That's not true. I am not obsessed with treasure.
— Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate.
— So. This is the path you've chosen, is it? After all, he is a blacksmith.
— No. He's a pirate.
— On our return to Port Royal, I granted you clemency. And this is how you thank me? By throwing in your lot with him? He's a pirate.
— And a good man. If all I've achieved here is the hangman will earn two pairs of boots instead of one, so be it. At least my conscience will be clear.
— You forget your place, Turner.
— It's right here, between you and Jack.
— My apologies, miss.
— Captain Barbossa, I am here to negotiate the cessation of hostilities against Port Royal.
— There were a lot of long words in there, miss. We're nought but humble pirates. What is it that you want?
— I want you to leave and never come back.
— I'm disinclined to acquiesce to your request. Means no.