[in the Captain’s cabin, the food is laid out]
Barbossa: [ Elizabeth eats daintily] There’s no need to stand on ceremony, nor call to impress anyone. You must be hungry.
[gives her a goblet with wine] Try the wine. And the apples?
[offers her one] One of those next.
Elizabeth : It’s poisoned.
Barbossa: There would be no sense to be killing ye Miss Turner .
Elizabeth : Then release me, you have your trinket; I’m of no further value to you.
Barbossa: you don't know what this is, do ya?
Elizabeth: it's a pirate madallian
Barbossa: This is Aztec gold… one of 882 identical pieces they delivered in a stone chest to Cortés himself. Blood money paid to stem the slaughter he wreaked upon them with his armies. But the greed of Cortés was insatiable. So the heathen gods placed upon the gold…a terrible curse. Any mortal that removes but a single piece from that stone chest shall be punished for eternity.
Elizabeth : I hardly believe in ghost stories anymore, Captain Barbossa .
Barbossa: Aye. That’s exactly what I thought when we were first told the tale. Buried on an Island of Dead what cannot be found except for those who know where it is. Find it, we did. There be the chest. Inside be the gold. And we took ‘em all. We spent ‘em and traded ‘em and frittered ‘em away on drink and food and pleasurable company. The more we gave ‘em away, the more we came to realize…the drink would not satisfy, food turned to ash in our mouths, and all the pleasurable company in the world could not slake our lust. We are cursed men, Miss Turner . Compelled by greed, we were, but now we are consumed by it. [ Elizabeth takes a butter knife and hides it] There is one way we can end our curse. All the scattered pieces of the Aztec gold must be restored and the blood repaid. Thanks to ye, we have the final piece.
Elizabeth : And the blood to be repaid?
Barbossa: That’s why there’s no sense to be killin’ ye…yet. [offers her an apple] Apple? Arr. [she stabs him with the knife; he takes it out] I’m curious – after killin’ me what was it you plannin’ on doing next? [she runs out and sees the pirates, all decaying skeletons] Look! The moonlight shows us for what we really are. We are not among the living, and so we cannot die, but neither are we dead. For too long I’ve been parched with thirst and unable to quench it. Too long I’ve been starving to death and haven’t died. I feel nothing – not the wind on my face nor the spray of the sea, nor the warmth of a woman’s flesh. [walks out into the moonlight and reveals a skeleton] You best start believing in ghost stories Miss Turner . You’re in one! [drinks and it pours over his ribs, laughs and the crew laughs with him] What are ye looking at? Back to work!
oh, goodie! this is one of my favorite parts!
Will : So this is your able-bodied crew?
Jack : You, sailor!
Gibbs : Cotton, sir.
Jack : Mr. Cotton … do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death? Mr. Cotton ! Answer, man!
Gibbs : He's a mute, sir. Poor devil had his tongue cut out, so he trained the parrot to talk for him. No one’s yet figured how.
Jack : Mr. Cotton 's... parrot. Same question.
Parrot: Wind in the sails! Wind in the sails!
Gibbs : Mostly, we figure, that means “yes.'”
Jack : O’course it does. [to Will ] Satisfied?
Will : Well, you’ve proved they’re mad.
Anamaria: And what’s the benefit for us?
Jack : [comes over to the voice and takes off the sailors hat, revealing a woman] Anamaria. [she slaps him]
Will : I suppose you didn’t deserve that one either.
Jack : No, that one I deserved.
Anamaria: You stole my boat!
Jack : Actually - [she slaps him again] borrowed. Borrowed without permission. But with every intention of bringing it back to you.
Anamaria: But you didn’t!
Jack : You’ll get another one.
Anamaria: [points her forefinger at him] I will.
Will: A better one.
Jack : A better one!
Will: That one. [points to the Interceptor]
Jack : What one? That one?! Aye, that one. What say you?
Crew: Aye!
Cotton’s Parrot: Anchors aweigh.
Gibbs : No, no, no, no, no, it’s frightful bad luck to bring a woman aboard, sir.
Jack : It’d be far worse not to have her.
Will : [watches as Jack closes the compass when Cotton stares at him too much] How is it that Jack came by that compass?
Gibbs : Not a lot’s known about Jack Sparrow before he showed up in Tortuga with a mind to go after the treasure of the Isla de Muerta . That was before I met him, back when he was Captain of the Black Pearl.
Will: What? He failed to mention that.
Gibbs : Well, he plays things closer to the vest now. And a hard-learned lesson it was. See 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.
Will : Ah. So that's the reason for all the… [acts like Jack ]
Gibbs : Reason's got nothing to do with it. Now Will , when a man is marooned he is a given a pistol with a single shot – one shot. Well it won't do much good hunting or to be rescued. But after three weeks of a starvin’ belly and thirst, that pistol will start to look real friendly. But Jack – he escaped the island, and he still has that one shot. Oh, but he won't use it, though, save for one man. His mutinous first mate.
Will: Barbossa.
Gibbs : Aye.
Will : How did Jack get off the island?
Gibbs : Well, I’ll tell ye. He waded out into the shallows and there he waited three days and three nights till all manner of sea creature ‘came and acclimated to his presence. And on the fourth morning, he roped himself a couple of sea turtles, lashed ‘em together and made a raft.
Will : He roped a couple of sea turtles?
Gibbs : Aye, sea turtles.
Will : What did he use for rope?
Jack : [ Jack comes up] Human hair…from my back. Let go of the anchor!
Crew: Let go of the anchor, sir!
Jack : Young Mr. Turner and I are to go ashore.
Gibbs : Captain! What if the worst should happen?
Jack : Keep to the code.
Gibbs : Aye, the code.
okie dokie! i get caught up in the story!
Ragetti: This one does splinter something terrible. [rubs it]
Pintel: Stop rubbing it.
[in the boat] Will : [sees a skull] What Code is Gibbs to keep to if the worst should happen?
Jack : Pirate’s Code. Any man that falls behind…is left behind.
Will : No heroes amongst thieves, eh?
Jack : 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 [they both look at the gold on the bottom of the little river] …and you’re completely obsessed with treasure.
Will : That’s not true. I am not obsessed with treasure.
okay, this part is weird, so i'm using the script. all the other times i wasn't.
Will: Elizabeth .
Barbossa: For ten years we’ve been tested and tried, and each man jack of you here has proved his mettle a hundred times over and a hundred times again! [the men cheer]
Ragetti: Suffered, I have.
Barbossa: Punished, we were. The lot of us - disproportionate to our crimes! Here it is [throws off the chest’s lid] …the cursed treasure of Cortés himself. Every last piece that went astray, we have returned…save for this. [points to the medallion on Elizabeth ’s neck]
Will : [scrambles up, upsetting some of the treasure] Jack !
Jack : [pulls him down] Not yet. We wait for the opportune moment.
Barbossa: 881 we found but despaired of ever finding the last.
Will : When’s that? When it’s of greatest profit to you?
Jack : May I ask you something? Have I ever given you reason not to trust me? Do us a favor – I know it’s difficult for you, but please stay here and try not to do anything stupid.
Barbossa: You know the first thing I’m goin’ to do after the curse is lifted? Eat a whole bushel of apples. [takes up the knife] Begun by blood…by blood undone.
Will : [hits Jack with oar] Sorry, Jack . I’m not going to be your leverage.
Elizabeth : [her palm is cut] That’s it?
Barbossa: Waste not. [drops the medallion; there is an anticipation to see if it worked]
Koehler: Did it work?
Ragetti: I don’t feel no different.
Pintel: How do we tell? [Barbossa shoots him]
Koehler: You’re not dead.
i love that last line! it's just kind of an obvious line. yeah, he's not dead, you idiot!
Pintel: No. He shot me!
Twigg: It didn’t work. The curse it still upon us!
Barbossa: You, maid! Your father, what was his name? Was your father William Turner?
Elizabeth: No.
Barbossa: Where’s his child? The child that sailed from England eight years ago, the child in whose veins flows the blood of William Turner. Where?
[backhands her and she falls down]
Bo’sun : You two! You brought us the wrong person!
Pintel: No! She had the medallion. she’s the proper age.
Ragetti: She said her name was Turner – you heard her! [ Will motions for Elizabeth to follow him into the water; she takes the medallion with her] I think she lied to us.
Twigg: You brought us here for nothing.
Barbossa: I won’t take questioning and no second guesses, not from the likes of you, Master Twigg .
Koehler: Who’s to blame? Every decision you’ve made has led us from bad to worse.
Pirate: It was you who sent Bootstrap to the depths!
Bo’sun : And it’s you who brought us here in the first place.
Barbossa: If any coward here dare challenge me, let him speak! Hmm?
Koehler: I say, we cut her throat and spill all her blood, just in case.
Barbossa: [sees the monkey pointing] The medallion! She’s taken it! Get after her! You feckless pack of ingrates!
darn! i wanted to do the next part.
Pirates: No oars here. Where’s the oars?
Bo’sun : The oars have gone missing. Find them!
Ragetti: [spots Jack ] You.
Pintel: You’re supposed to be dead!
Jack : Am I not? [looks down at himself] Oh. [finds pistols pointed at him] Palulay…palu-li-la-la-lulu, parlili… parsnip, pasley, par - partner, partner…
Ragetti: Parley?
Jack : Parley! That’s the one. Parley! Parley!
Pintel: Parley? Down to the depths whatever man that thought up “parley!”
Jack : That would be the French.