I forget if we've done this one too. I'm just marching through trying to see what we forgot...
Gibbs : Feast your eyes, Captain. All of them, faithful hands before the mast, every man worth his salt. And crazy to boot.
Translation: They may be worth their salt, but they better keep their hands off the rum.
Will : So this is your able-bodied crew?
Translation: Why do i always look like I have something stuck somewhere?
Jack : You, sailor!
Translation: Why does he always look like he has something stuck somewhere?
Gibbs : Cotton, sir.
Translation: Cotton, the fabric of our lives... Oh wait, is this before all the slaves worked in the cotton fields?
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!
Translation: Mr. Cotton, do you have the extremely rare ability to translate a word I'm saying to you? Do you have a wish to die a young and painful death sailing on my ship when its almost certain you'll never get a reward?
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.
Translation: Long story short, he dumped Beckett, Beckett got pissed, bounty hunters were involved, and the tongue is now in Beckett's letter drawer.
Jack : Mr. Cotton 's... parrot. Same question.
Translation: Its odd, but I find it easier to talk to animals. OH NO WAIT! Thats what the eunuch would say...
Parrot: Wind in the sails! Wind in the sails!
Translation: Nobody lives forever!
Gibbs : Mostly, we figure, that means yes.'
Translation: I told you they were crazy, but did I mention suicidal?
Jack : Of course it does. [to Will ] Satisfied?
Translation: And knowing you, it shouldnt take a lot to satisfy you, considering...
Will : Well, youve proved theyre mad.
Translation: Elizabeth might pick any one of them over me.
Anamaria: And whats the benefit for us?
Translation: I'm the president of the TPU, the Tortuga Pirate Union. We demand rum and Jack loving every eight hours.
Jack : [comes over to the voice and takes off the sailors hat, revealing a woman] Anamaria.
Translation: These wenches just won't leave me alone!
Anamaria slaps Jack
Translation: How have you been?
Will : I suppose you didnt deserve that one either.
Translation: Dude, I thought you were just a player. But you sure proved me wrong. You've got this down to an art!
Jack : No, that one I deserved.
Translation: Considering I wrapped her up and sent her to Beckett as a Christmas present once.
Anamaria: You stole my boat!
Translation: AND my eyeliner. Oh, and Keith Richards wants his hair back.
Jack : Actually - [she slaps him again] borrowed. Borrowed without permission. But with every intention of bringing it back to you.
Translation: The whole Beckett thing--- it was just a joke. And you can tell Keith that if he wants his hair back, he'll have to find a way into the movie to get it!
Anamaria: But you didn?t!
Translation: Beckett dressed me up like a reindeer. I still have nightmares about it.
Jack : You?ll get another one.
Translation: He didnt dress you up like a Christmas Tree? Gee, i thought that was his trademark.
Anamaria: [points her forefinger at him] I will.
Translation: No, but I saw pictures of YOU dressed up like a christmas tree. You look surprisingly good in twinkle lights.
Will: A better one.
Translation: Oh my gosh... I bet Jack was planning on wrapping me up and sending me to Barbossa for Christmas...
Jack : A better one!
Translation: Damn, why didn't I think of that?
Will: That one. [points to the Interceptor]
Translation: If it's the last thing I do, I will TP this man's cabin.
Jack : What one? That one?! Aye, that one. What say you?
Translation: Try and you die, Turner. As I remember, the orinthologist William Turner died when a small but determined sparrow pecked his eyes out.
Crew: Aye!
Translation: Not enough to get us in the credits, but enough to force us to pay dues to SAG.
Cottons Parrot: Anchors aweigh.
Translation: Actually, having no tongue makes brushing ones rotting teeth a lot easier.
Gibbs : No, no, no, no, no, it?s frightful bad luck to bring a woman aboard, sir.
Translation: Listen Jack. We've been through this. If YOU are going to bring a lady on board, you have to bring enough for the whole crew.
Jack : Itd be far worse not to have her.
Translation: Mate, I am not your personal dating service. You want a woman, go kidnap one. Or two or three, while youre at it. Oh, and pick up some rum too. Now if you'll excuse me, I;m going to go eat my banana in peace.