Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl (2003)
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot Drink up, me hearties, yo ho Yo ho, yo ho A pirate's life for me We extort, we pilfer We filch, we sack...
Quiet, missy!
Cursed pirates sail these waters.
You don't want to bring them down on us.
Mr.
Gibbs, that will do.
She was singing about pirates!
Bad luck to sing about pirates with us mired in this unnatural fog.
- Mark my words.
- Consider them marked.
- On your way.
- Aye, Lieutenant.
Bad luck to have a woman on board, too.
Even a miniature one.
It'd be exciting to meet a pirate.
Think again, Miss Swann.
Vile creatures, the lot of them.
I intend to see to it that any man who sails under a pirate flag gets what he deserves.
A short drop and a sudden stop.
I appreciate your fervor, but I'm concerned about the effect this subject will have upon my daughter.
My apologies, Governor Swann.
- Actually, I find it all fascinating.
- That's what concerns me.
There's a boy in the water!
Man overboard!
Man the ropes!
Fetch a hook!
Haul him aboard!
He's still breathing.
Mary, Mother of God!
What happened here?
Most likely the powder magazine.
Merchant vessels run heavily armed.
Lot of good it did them.
Everyone's thinking it, I'm saying it.
Pirates!
There's no proof of that!
It was probably an accident.
Rouse the captain.
Heave to and take in sail.
Launch the boats.
Elizabeth, accompany the boy.
He'll be in your charge.
Take care of him.
He'll be in your charge.
Take care of him.
It's okay.
My name's Elizabeth Swann.
Will Turner.
I'm watching over you, Will.
You're a pirate!
Has he said anything?
His name's William Turner.
That's all I found out.
Take him below.
Elizabeth!
Are you all right?
Are you decent?
Yes.
Yes?
Still abed at this hour?
It's a beautiful day.
I have a gift for you.
- It's beautiful!
- Isn't it?
May I inquire as to the occasion?
Does a father need an occasion to dote upon his daughter?
Go on.
Actually...
I had hoped you might wear it for the ceremony today.
The ceremony?
Captain Norrington's promotion ceremony.
I knew it!
Commodore Norrington, as he's about to become.
A fine gentleman, don't you think?
He fancies you, you know.
Elizabeth?
How's it coming?
- It's difficult to say.
- It's the latest fashion in London.
Women in London must've learned not to breathe!
My Lord, you have a visitor.
Mr.
Turner!
Good to see you again.
Good day, sir.
I have your order.
The blade is folded steel.
That's gold filigree laid into the handle.
If I may?
Perfectly balanced.
The tang is nearly the width of the blade.
Perfectly balanced.
The tang is nearly the width of the blade.
Impressive.
Very impressive.
Commodore Norrington's going to be very pleased with this.
Do pass my compliments onto your master.
I shall.
A craftsman is always pleased to hear his work is appreciated.
Elizabeth!
You look absolutely stunning!
Will!
It's so good to see you!
- I had a dream about you last night.
- About me?
- Elizabeth, is that proper?
- About the day we met.
Remember?
How could I forget, Miss Swann?
How many times must I ask you to call me Elizabeth?
At least once more, Miss Swann.
As always.
There.
See?
At least the boy has a sense of propriety.
We really must be going.
Good day, Mr.
Turner.
Come along!
Good day...
Elizabeth.
Hold up there, you!
It's a shilling to tie up your boat to the dock.
I need to know your name.
What do you say to three shillings and we forget the name?
Welcome to Port Royal, Mr. Smith.
Two paces...
march!
Right about... face!
Present... arms!
This dock is off limits to civilians.
This dock is off limits to civilians.
I'm terribly sorry, I didn't know.
If I see one, I shall inform you.
I'm terribly sorry, I didn't know.
If I see one, I shall inform you.
There's some high-toned and fancy to-do at the fort.
How could it be that two upstanding gentlemen did not merit an invitation?
We have to make sure this dock stays off limits to civilians.
It's a fine goal, to be sure, but it seems to me, a ship like that makes this one here a bit superfluous.
The Dauntless is the power in these waters, but there's no ship that can match the Interceptor for speed.
I've heard of one.
It's supposed to be fast, nigh uncatchable.
The Black Pearl.
There's no real ship that can match the Interceptor.
The Black Pearl is a real ship.
- No, it's not.
- It is.
I've seen it!
- You've seen it?
- Yes.
- You haven't seen it!
- Yes, I have!
You've seen a ship with black sails, that's crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out?
- No.
- No.
But I have seen a ship with black sails.
No ship not crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil, Hell spat him back out, could have black sails, so couldn't be any other ship than The Black Pearl.
Is that what you're saying?
No.
Like I said, there's no real ship that can match the Interceptor...
You!
Get away from there!
You don't have permission to be aboard!
I'm sorry, but it's such a pretty boat.
Ship!
- What's your name?
- Smith!
Or Smithy, if you like.
What's your purpose in Port Royal, 'Mr. Smith'?
- And no lies!
- All right.
I confess.
I intend to commandeer a ship, pick up a crew in Tortuga, I intend to commandeer a ship, pick up a crew in Tortuga, r*pe, pillage and otherwise pilfer my black guts out.
- I said no lies!
- I think he's telling the truth.
If he were telling the truth, he wouldn't have told us.
Unless he knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told you.
May I have a moment?
You look lovely, Elizabeth.
I apologize if I seem forward, but I must speak my mind.
This promotion throws into sharp relief that which I have not yet achieved.
A marriage to a fine woman.
You have become a fine woman.
I can't breathe!
Yes, I'm a bit nervous myself.
Then they made me their chief.
Elizabeth?
Elizabeth!
The rocks!
Sir, it's a miracle she missed them!
- Will you be saving her?
- I can't swim!
Pride of the King's Navy, you are!
Do not lose these.
What was that?
I got her!
- She's not breathing!
- Move!
- I never would've thought of that.
- You've never been to Singapore.
Where did you get that?
On your feet.
Elizabeth!
- Are you all right?
- I'm fine.
- sh**t him!
- Father!
Commodore, do you intend to k*ll my rescuer?
I believe thanks are in order.
Had a brush with the East India Trading Company, pirate?
Hang him!
Keep your g*ns on him, men.
Gillette, fetch some irons.
Well, well.
Jack Sparrow, isn't it?
Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please, sir.
I don't see your ship...
'Captain'.
I'm in the market, as it were.
He said he'd come to commandeer one.
I told you he was telling the truth.
These are his.
No additional sh*t nor powder.
A compass that doesn't point north.
I half expected it to be made from wood.
You are without doubt the worst pirate I've ever heard of!
But you have heard of me.
Commodore, I must protest!
Carefully, Lieutenant.
Pirate or not, this man saved my life!
One good deed is not enough to redeem a man for his wickedness!
- It seems enough to condemn him.
- Indeed.
Finally.
- Don't sh**t!
- I knew you'd warm up to me.
Commodore Norrington, my effects, please.
And my hat.
Commodore.
- Elizabeth...
it is Elizabeth?
- It's Miss Swann.
Miss Swann, if you'd be so kind.
Come, dear, we don't have all day.
If you'll be very kind.
Easy on the goods, darling.
- You're despicable.
- Sticks and stones, love.
I saved your life, you saved mine.
We're square.
Gentlemen, my lady, you will always remember this as the day you almost caught...
Captain Jack Sparrow!
- Now will you sh**t him?
- Open fire!
On his heels!
Take cover, man!
Gillette, Mr.
Sparrow has a dawn appointment with the gallows.
I would hate for him to miss it.
Search up the stairs!
Look lively, men!
Right where I left you.
Not where I left you.
You're the one they're hunting.
The pirate!
You seem familiar.
Have I threatened you before?
I avoid familiarity with pirates.
It would be a shame to put a black mark on your record.
Excuse me.
Do you think this wise, boy?
Crossing blades with a pirate?
You threatened Miss Swann.
Only a little.
You know what you're doing.
Excellent form.
How's your footwork?
If I step here...
Good.
And now I step again.
Ta.
That is a wonderful trick.
Except, once again, you are between me and my way out.
And now...
you have no w*apon.
Who makes all these?
I do.
And I practice with them three hours a day.
You need to find yourself a girl, mate.
Or, the reason you practice three hours a day is that you already found one and are otherwise incapable of wooing said strumpet.
You're not a eunuch, are you?
I practice three hours a day so when I meet a pirate, I can k*ll him!
- You cheated!
- Pirate.
- Move away!
- No.
Please?
No!
I cannot just step aside and let you escape.
This sh*t is not meant for you.
There he is!
Over here!
Excellent work, Mr. Brown.
You've assisted in the capture of a fugitive.
Just doing my civic duty, sir.
I trust you will remember this as the day Captain Jack Sparrow almost escaped.
Take him away.
- Come here, boy.
Come here.
- Who wants a juicy bone?
Come here, boy!
You can keep doing that forever.
The dog is never going to move.
Excuse us if we haven't resigned ourselves to the gallows just yet.
There you go, miss.
It was a difficult day for you, I'm sure.
I suspected Commodore Norrington would propose, but I wasn't prepared for it.
I meant you being threatened by that pirate!
Sounds terrifying!
Yes, it was terrifying.
But...
the Commodore proposed!
Fancy that.
That's a smart match, miss, if it's not too bold to say.
It is a smart match.
He's a fine man.
He's what any woman should dream of marrying.
That Will Turner...
he's a fine man, too.
That is too bold.
Beggin' your pardon.
It was not my place.
Has my daughter given you an answer yet?
No, she hasn't.
She has had a trying day.
- Ghastly weather, don't you think?
- Really bleak.
What's that?
Cannon fire!
Return fire!
I know those g*ns.
It's the Pearl.
The Black Pearl?
I've heard stories.
She's been preying on ships and settlements for ten years.
- Never leaves any survivors.
- No survivors?
Then where do the stories come from, I wonder?
Mama!
- Sight the muzzle flash.
- Aim for the flashes!
I need a full spread, fore and aft.
Mr. Stevens, more cartridges.
Governor.
Barricade yourself in my office.
That's an order.
Don't!
Hello, chum.
Up there!
Miss Swann, they've come to kidnap you.
- What?
- You're the governor's daughter!
In here!
They haven't seen you.
First chance you get, run to the fort.
Gotcha!
No!
It's hot.
I'm burning!
Come on!
Come on, me men.
We know you're here, poppet.
- Poppet!
- Come out.
We promise we won't hurt you.
We will find you, poppet.
You've got something of ours and it calls to us.
The gold calls to us.
The gold.
Hello, poppet.
Parley.
- What?
- I invoke the right of parley.
The Code of the Brethren states you have to take me to your captain.
I know the Code.
You can do me no harm until the parley is complete.
- To blazes with the Code.
- She wants to be taken to the Captain.
And she'll go, without a fuss.
We must honor the Code.
Say goodbye!
Goodbye.
- Come on.
- Elizabeth.
Out of my way, scum!
My sympathies.
You've no manner of luck at all.
Come on, doggy!
It's just you and me now.
It's you and old Jack.
Come on.
That's a boy!
Get your bone!
That's a good boy.
A bit closer!
That's it, doggy!
Come on, you filthy, slimy, mangy character!
No!
I didn't mean it!
This ain't the armory!
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.
So there is a curse.
- That's interesting.
- You know nothing of Hell.
That's very interesting.
I didn't know we was takin' on captives.
She's invoked the right of parley with Captain Barbossa.
- I am here to...
- You will speak when spoken to.
And ye will not lay a hand on those under the protection of parley.
Aye, sir.
My apologies, miss.
Captain Barbossa...
I am here to negotiate the cessation of hostilities.
There are a lot of long words there.
We're naught but humble pirates.
- What is it you want?
- Leave and never come back.
I'm disinclined to acquiesce to your request.
Means "no." Very well.
I'll drop it.
Me holds are burstin' with swag.
That bit of shine matters to us?
Why?
It's what you've been searching for.
I recognize the ship.
I saw it eight years ago on the crossing from England!
Did you now?
Fine.
I suppose if it is worthless there's no point in me keeping it.
No!
You have a name, missy?
Elizabeth...
Turner.
I'm a maid in the Governor's household.
Miss Turner!
- Turner!
- Bootstrap!
How does a maid come to own that trinket?
Family heirloom?
I didn't steal it, if that's what you mean.
You hand it over and we'll leave and never return.
Our bargain?
Still the g*ns and stow them.
Signal the men and make good to clear port.
You have to take me to shore.
According to the Code...
First...
Your return to shore was not part of our negotiations so I must do nothing.
Secondly, you must be a pirate for the Pirate's Code to apply, and you're not.
Thirdly, the code is more what you'd call guidelines than actual rules.
Welcome aboard the Black Pearl, Miss Turner.
They've taken Elizabeth!
Mr.
Murtogg, remove this man.
We have to hunt them down.
We must save her.
Where do you propose we start?
If you have any information concerning my daughter, share it.
That Jack Sparrow.
He talked about the Black Pearl.
Mentioned it is more what he did.
Ask him where it is!
He could lead us to it.
No.
The pirates left Sparrow in his cell, ergo they are not his allies.
We will establish their most likely course...
That's not good enough!
Mr.
Turner, you are not a m*llitary man or a sailor.
You are a blacksmith.
And this is not the moment for rash actions!
Do not think you are the only man here who cares for Elizabeth.
Please.
- You!
Sparrow!
- Aye?
You are familiar with the Black Pearl?
- I've heard of it.
- Where does it make berth?
Where does it make berth?
Have you not heard the stories?
Captain Barbossa and his crew of miscreants sail from the Isla de Muerta.
It's an island that cannot be found, except by those who know where it is.
The ship's real, therefore its anchorage must be a real place.
Where?
- Why ask me?
- Because you're a pirate.
You want to turn pirate yourself.
Is that it?
Never!
- They took Miss Swann.
- So it is that you found a girl!
I see!
If you intend to brave all, hasten to her rescue, and so, win fair lady's heart, you'll have to do it alone, mate.
I see no profit in it for me.
- I can get you out of here.
- The key's run off.
I helped build these cells.
These are half-pin barrel hinges.
With leverage and the proper application of strength, the door will lift free.
- What's your name?
- Will Turner.
That would be short for William, I imagine.
Good, strong name.
No doubt named for your father.
Yes.
Mr.
Turner, I've changed me mind.
If you spring me from here, I swear, on pain of death, I shall take you to the Black Pearl, and your bonny lass.
Do we have an accord?
- Agreed.
- Agreed!
Get me out!
- Hurry!
Someone will have heard that.
- Not without my effects.
We're going to steal a ship?
- That ship?
- Commandeer.
We're going to "commandeer" that ship.
Nautical term.
One question about your business, or there's no use going.
This girl, how far are you willing to go to save her?
- I'd die for her.
- Good.
No worries then.
This is either madness or brilliance.
It's remarkable how often those two traits coincide.
Everyone stay calm!
We're taking over the ship.
Aye!
Avast!
This ship cannot be crewed by two men.
You'll never make it out of the bay.
Son...
I'm Captain Jack Sparrow.
Savvy?
- Commodore!
- They're taking the Dauntless!
Commodore!
They've taken the ship!
Sparrow and Turner!
They're taking the Dauntless!
Rash, Turner.
Too rash.
That is, without doubt, the worst pirate I have ever seen.
Here they come.
Bring her around!
Search every cabin, every hold, down to the bilges.
Sailors, back to the Interceptor!
Thank you, Commodore, for getting us ready to make way.
We'd have had a hard time by ourselves.
Set topsails and clear up this mess.
With this wind we won't catch them.
I don't need to.
Get them in range of the long nines.
Run out the g*ns!
We are to fire on our own ship, sir?
I'd rather see her at the bottom of the ocean than in the hands of a pirate.
Commodore!
He's disabled the rudder chain.
Abandon ship!
That's got to be the best pirate I've ever seen.
So it would seem.
When I was a lad living in England, my mother raised me by herself.
After she d*ed, I came here, looking for my father.
Is that so?
My father, Bill Turner?
It was only after you learned my name you agreed to help.
Since that's what I wanted, I didn't press the matter.
I'm not a simpleton.
You knew my father.
I knew him.
Probably one of the few who knew him as William Turner.
Everyone else just called him "Bootstrap".
Bootstrap?
Good man.
Good pirate.
I swear, you look just like him.
It's not true.
He was a merchant sailor.
A respectable man who obeyed the law.
He was a bloody pirate, a scallywag.
My father was not a pirate!
Put it away, son.
It's not worth you getting b*at again.
You ignored the rules of engagement.
In a fair fight, I'd k*ll you.
That's not much incentive for me to fight fair, is it?
As long as you're just hanging there, pay attention.
The only rules that matter are these: What a man can do and what a man can't do.
You can accept your father was a pirate and a good man, or you can't.
Pirate is in your blood, so you'll have to square with that someday.
Me, for example, I can let you drown, but I can't bring this ship into Tortuga all by me onesies, savvy?
So.
Can you sail under the command of a pirate?
Or can you not?
Tortuga?
Tortuga.
It is a sad life that has never breathed deep the sweet, proliferous bouquet that is Tortuga.
Savvy?
What do you think?
- It'll linger.
- I'll tell you, mate, if every town were like this one, no man would ever feel unwanted.
Scarlett!
Not sure I deserved that.
Not sure I deserved that.
Giselle.
Giselle.
- Who was she?
- What?
I may have deserved that.
Curse you for breathing, you slack-jawed idiot!
Mother's love!
Jack!
You should know not to wake a man when he's sleepin'.
- 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 his proposition.
Aye, that'll about do it.
Blast!
I'm already awake!
That was for the smell.
Keep a sharp eye.
Now, what's the nature of this venture of your'n?
Now, what's the nature of this venture of your'n?
I'm going after the Black Pearl.
I know where it's going to be, and I'm gonna take it.
Jack, it's a fool's errand.
You know better than me the tales of the Black Pearl.
That's why I know what Barbossa is up to.
All I need is a crew.
Captain Barbossa is not a man to suffer fools nor strike a bargain with one.
It's a good thing I'm not a fool, then.
Prove me wrong.
What makes you think Barbossa will give up his ship to you?
Let's just say it's a matter of leverage.
The kid?
That is the child of Bootstrap Bill Turner.
His only child.
Savvy?
Is he now?
Leverage, says you.
I feel a change in the wind, says I.
I'll find us a crew.
There's bound to be some sailors on this rock crazy as you.
One can only hope.
- Take what you can!
- Give nothin' back!
- Take what you can!
- Give nothin' back!
You'll be dining with the captain, and he requests you wear this.
Tell him that I am disinclined to acquiesce to his request.
He said you'd say that.
He also said if that be the case, you'll be dining with the crew.
And you'll be naked.
Fine.
There's no need to stand on ceremony, no call to impress anyone.
You must be hungry.
Try the wine.
And the apples.
One of those next.
It's poisoned.
There would be no sense to be k*lling you.
Then release me.
You have your trinket.
I'm of no further value to you.
You don't know what this is, do you?
It's a pirate medallion.
This is Aztec gold.
One of 882 identical pieces they delivered in a stone chest to Corts.
Blood money paid to stem the slaughter he wreaked upon them with his armies.
Blood money paid to stem the slaughter he wreaked upon them with his armies.
But the greed of Corts 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.
Shall be punished for eternity.
I hardly believe in ghost stories any more, Captain Barbossa.
Aye.
That's exactly what I thought when we were first told the tale.
Buried on an island of the 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, 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.
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.
And the blood to be repaid?
That's why there's no sense to be k*lling you.
Yet.
Apple?
I'm curious.
After k*lling me, what are you planning on doing next?
Look!
The moonlight shows us for what we really are.
We are not among the living and so we cannot die.
We are not among the living and so we cannot die.
But neither are we dead.
For too long I've been parched of thirst and unable to quench it.
Too long I've been starvin' to death and haven't d*ed.
Too long I've been starvin' to death and haven't d*ed.
I feel nothing.
Not the wind on my face, nor the spray of the sea...
nor the warmth of a woman's flesh.
You best start believing in ghost stories, Miss Turner.
You're in one!
What are you looking at?
Back to work!
You heard the captain.
Back to work.
Feast your eyes, Captain.
All of them, faithful hands before the mast.
Every man worth his salt, and crazy to boot.
So this is your able-bodied crew?
- You, sailor!
- Cotton, sir.
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!
- 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.
Mr.
Cotton's parrot, same question.
Wind in your sails!
Wind in your sails!
Mostly, we figure that means "yes".
Of course it does.
Satisfied?
Well, you've proved they're mad.
What's the benefit for us?
Anamaria!
- I suppose you didn't deserve that.
- No, that one I deserved.
- You stole my boat!
- Actually...
Borrowed without permission, but with every intention of bringing it back.
- But you didn't!
- You'll get another one.
- I will.
- A better one.
A better one!
- That one.
- What one?
That one?
Aye.
That one.
- What say you?
- Aye!
Aye!
Anchor's aweigh!
No, it's frightful bad luck to bring a woman aboard, sir.
It'll be far worse not to have her.
How can we sail to an island that nobody can find, with a compass that doesn't work?
The compass doesn't point north, but we're not trying to find north, are we?
We should drop canvas, sir.
She can hold a bit longer.
What's in your head as puts you in such a fine mood, Cap'n?
We're catching up.
Time to go, poppet.
Dead men tell no tales.
Chills the bones, how many honest sailors been claimed by this passage.
How is it that Jack came by that compass?
Not a lot's known about Jack Sparrow before he came to Tortuga with a mind to find the treasure of the Isla de Muerta.
That was before I'd met him, when he was captain of the Black Pearl.
What?
- He failed to mention that.
- He plays things close to the vest now.
And a hard-learned lesson it was.
Three days into the trip, the first mate says, "Everything's an equal share." "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.
So that's the reason for all the...
Reason's got nothing to do with it.
When a pirate's marooned, he's given a p*stol with a single sh*t.
One sh*t.
That won't do much good hunting, nor to be rescued.
But after three weeks of a starving belly and thirst, that p*stol looks real friendly.
But Jack escaped the island, and still has that single sh*t.
He won't use it, though, save on one man.
His mutinous first mate.
- Barbossa.
- Aye.
- How did Jack get off the island?
- I'll tell ye.
He waded out into the shallows, and waited three days and three nights, till all manner of sea creatures became acclimated to his presence.
On the fourth morning, he roped a couple of sea turtles, lashed them together and made a raft.
- He roped a couple of sea turtles.
- Aye.
What did he use for rope?
Human hair.
From my back.
- Let go the anchor!
- Lower the anchor line!
Young Mr.
Turner and I are to go ashore.
Young Mr.
Turner and I are to go ashore.
Captain.
What if the worst should happen?
- Keep to the Code.
- Aye.
The Code.
- Ten years of hoarding swag.
- Now we finally get to spend it.
Once we're quit of the curse, we'll be rich men...
and you can buy an eye that fits and is made of glass.
This one does splinter something terrible.
Stop rubbing it.
What code is Gibbs to keep to if the worst should happen?
Pirates' Code.
Any man who falls behind is left behind.
No heroes amongst thieves.
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.
Gentlemen, the time has come!
Salvation is nigh!
- Our torment is nearing an end!
- Elizabeth.
For ten years we've been tested and tried and each man here has proved his mettle a hundred times over and a hundred times again!
Suffered, I have!
Punished we were, the lot of us, disproportionate to our crime!
Here it is!
The cursed treasure of Corts himself.
Every last piece that went astray, we have returned.
Save for this!
- Jack!
- Not yet.
We wait for the opportune moment.
When's that?
When it's of greatest profit to you?
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.
Who among us has paid the blood sacrifice owed to the heathen gods?
- Us!
- And whose blood must yet be paid?
Hers!
You know the first thing I'm going to do after the curse is lifted?
Eat a whole bushel of apples!
Begun by blood.
By blood undone.
Sorry, Jack.
I'm not going to be your leverage.
That's it?
Waste not.
Did it work?
- I don't feel no different.
- How do we tell?
You're not dead!
No.
- He sh*t me.
- It didn't work.
The curse is still upon us!
You!
Maid!
Your father, what was his name?
Was your father William Turner?
No.
Where's his child who sailed from England eight years ago?
The child in whose veins flows the blood of William Turner?
Where?
You two!
You brought us the wrong person!
No!
She had the medallion.
She's the proper age.
She said her name was Turner.
You heard her.
I think she lied to us.
You brought us here for nothing.
I won't take questioning, not from the likes of you, Master Twigg.
Who's to blame him?
Your decisions have led us from bad to worse!
It was you who sent Bootstrap to the depths!
And it's you who brought us here in the first place!
If any coward here dare challenge me, let him speak!
I say we cut her throat and spill all her blood.
Just in case.
Yeah!
The medallion!
She's taken it!
Get after her, you feckless pack of ingrates!
- Where are the oars?
- There's no oars!
The oars have gone missing!
Find them!
You!
- You're supposed to be dead.
- Am I not?
Pearlie...
Palu-li-la-la-lulu...
Parlili...
Parsnip...
Parsley...
Partner...
- Parley?
- That's the one!
Parley!
Parley!
Parley?
Damn to the depths whatever muttonhead thought of parley!
That would be the French.
- Not more pirates.
- Welcome aboard, Miss Elizabeth.
Mr.
Gibbs?
Hey, boy, where be Jack?
Jack Sparrow?
He fell behind.
Keep to the Code.
Weigh anchor!
Hoist the sails!
Split-quick, you dibbies!
How the blazes did you get off that island?
When you marooned me on that godforsaken spit of land, you forgot one very important thing.
I'm Captain Jack Sparrow.
Well, I won't be making that mistake again.
Gents, you all remember Captain Jack Sparrow?
Aye.
k*ll him.
The girl's blood didn't work, did it?
Hold your fire!
You know whose blood we need.
I know whose blood you need.
What sort of a man trades a man's life for a ship?
A pirate.
Here.
Let me.
Thank you.
You said you gave Barbossa my name as yours.
Why?
I don't know.
I'm sorry.
A blacksmith's hands.
- They're rough.
- No.
I mean, yes, they are, but...
Don't stop.
Elizabeth.
It's yours.
I thought I'd lost it the day they rescued me.
It was a gift from my father.
He sent it to me.
Why did you take it?
Because I was afraid that you were a pirate.
That would've been awful.
It wasn't your blood they needed.
It was my father's blood.
My blood.
- The blood of a pirate.
- Will, I'm so sorry.
Please forgive me.
So you expect to leave me on some beach with nothing but a name and your word it's the one I need, and watch you sail away in my ship.
No.
I expect to leave you standing on some beach with absolutely no name at all, watching me sail away on my ship, and then I'll shout the name back to you.
Savvy?
But that still leaves me standing on some beach, with naught but a name and your word it's the one I need.
Of the two of us, I am the only one who hasn't committed mutiny.
Therefore, my word is the one we'll be trusting.
Although, I suppose I should be thanking you because, in fact, if you hadn't betrayed me and left me to die, I would have an equal share in that curse, same as you.
Funny old world, isn't it?
Captain!
We're coming up on the Interceptor.
I'm having a thought here, Barbossa.
What say we run up a flag of truce, I scurry over to the Interceptor, and I negotiate the return of your medallion?
Now that's exactly the attitude that lost you the Pearl.
People are easier to search when they're dead.
Lock him in the brig.
Hands aloft to loose ta'gallants!
With this wind, she'll carry every sail we've got.
- What's happening?
- The Black Pearl is gaining on us!
This is the fastest ship in the Caribbean.
Tell them that after they've caught us.
- We're shallower on the draft, right?
- Aye.
Then can't we lose them on those shoals?
We don't have to outrun 'em long.
Just long enough.
Lighten the ship!
Stem to stern!
Anything we can afford to lose, see that it's lost!
Apparently, there's a leak.
Haul on the main brace!
Make ready the g*ns!
And run out the sweeps.
We're gonna need that.
It was a good plan, up till now.
Gibbs!
We have to make a stand.
We must fight!
- Load the g*ns!
- With what?
Anything!
Everything!
Anything we have left.
Load the g*ns!
Case sh*t and langrage!
Nails and crushed glass!
With a will!
The Pearl will luff up on our port quarter.
She'll rake us without presenting a target.
Lower the anchor on the right side.
On the starboard side!
- It has the element of surprise.
- You're daft, lady.
You both are.
Daft like Jack.
Lower the starboard anchor!
Do it, you gobs, or it's you we'll load into the cannons!
Let go!
They're club hauling.
Hard a port!
Rack the starboard oars!
Hard a port!
Keep her steady, man.
- Now!
- Fire!
Fire all!
Stop blowing holes in my ship!
- We need more ideas, lass!
- It's your turn!
- We need us a devil's dowry!
- We'll give them her!
She's not what they're after.
The medallion.
Strike your colors, you bloomin' cockroaches!
Hands, grapnels at the ready!
Prepare to board!
Pistols and cutlasses, men!
Koehler, Twigg, to the powder magazine!
And the rest of you, bring me the medallion!
Below!
Thanks very much.
Jack!
Bloody empty!
That's not very nice.
- Where is the medallion?
- Wretch!
Where is dear William?
Will.
Elizabeth!
Monkey!
I can't move it!
Elizabeth!
- Thank you, Jack.
- You're welcome.
Not you.
We named the monkey Jack.
Gents!
Our hope is restored!
Any of you so much as thinks the word "parley", I'll have your guts for garters!
Will.
You godless pirate!
Welcome back, miss.
You took advantage of our hospitality last time.
It holds fair now you return the favor.
Barbossa!
Will.
She goes free!
What's in your head, boy?
She goes free.
You've only got one sh*t, and we can't die.
Don't do anything stupid.
You can't.
I can.
Like that.
- Who are you?
- No one.
He's no one.
A distant cousin of my aunt's nephew, twice removed.
Lovely singing voice, though.
Eunuch.
My name is Will Turner!
My father was Bootstrap Bill Turner.
His blood runs in my veins.
It's the spitting image of old Bootstrap Bill come back to haunt us.
On my word, do as I say, or I'll pull this trigger, and be lost to Davy Jones' locker!
Name your terms, Mr.
Turner.
- Elizabeth goes free!
- Yes, we know that one.
Anything else?
And the crew.
The crew are not to be harmed.
Agreed.
Barbossa, you lying bastard.
You swore she'd go free.
Don't dare impugn me honor, boy.
I agreed she'd go free.
It was you who failed to specify when or where.
Though it does seem a shame to lose something so fine, don't it, lads?
So I'll be havin' that dress back before you go.
I always liked you.
Goes with your black heart.
It's still warm.
Off you go.
Come on.
Too long.
I'd really rather hoped we were past all this.
Jack.
Jack!
Did you not notice?
That be the same island that we made you governor of on our last little trip.
I did notice.
Perhaps you'll be able to conjure up another miraculous escape.
But I doubt it.
Off you go.
Last time you left me a p*stol with one sh*t.
By the powers, you're right.
Where be Jack's p*stol?
Bring it forward.
Seeing as there's two of us, a gentleman would give us a pair of pistols.
It'll be one p*stol as before, and you can be the gentleman and sh**t the lady, and starve to death yourself.
That's the second time I've watched that man take my ship.
You were marooned on this island before.
We can escape in the same way.
To what point and purpose, young missy?
The Black Pearl is gone.
Unless you have a lot of sails hidden in that bodice...
Unlikely.
...young Mr. Turner will be dead long before you can reach him.
But you're Captain Jack Sparrow.
You vanished from under the eyes of seven agents of the East India Company.
You sacked Nassau port without even f*ring a sh*t.
Are you the pirate I've read about or not?
How did you escape last time?
Last time I was here a grand total of three days.
Last time...
the rum runners used this island as a cache.
They came by and I was able to barter passage off.
From the looks of things, they've long been out of business.
You probably have your bloody friend Norrington to thank for that.
So that's it, then?
That's the secret, grand adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow.
You spent three days lying on a beach drinking rum.
Welcome to the Caribbean, love.
We're devils, we're black sheep We're really bad eggs Drink up, me hearties, yo ho Yo ho, yo ho A pirate's life for me I love this song!
Really bad eggs!
When I get the Pearl back, I'm gonna teach it to the whole crew, and we'll sing it all the time.
You will be the most fearsome pirates in the Spanish Main.
Not just the Spanish Main, love.
The entire ocean.
The entire world!
Wherever we want to go, we go.
That's what a ship is.
It's not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails.
That's what a ship needs.
But what a ship is...
What the Black Pearl really is... is freedom. Jack...
It must be really terrible for you to be trapped on this island.
Oh, yes.
But the company is infinitely better than last time.
And the scenery has definitely improved.
Mr.
Sparrow!
I'm not entirely sure I've had enough rum to allow that kind of talk.
I know exactly what you mean, love.
To freedom!
To the Black Pearl!
No!
Not good!
Stop!
Not good!
What are you doing?
You've b*rned all the food, the shade, the rum.
- Yes, the rum is gone.
- Why is the rum gone?
One, because it is a vile drink that turns respectable men into scoundrels.
Two, that signal is over 1,000 feet high.
The entire Royal Navy is looking for me.
Do you think there is the slightest chance they won't see it?
But why is the rum gone?
Just wait, Captain Sparrow.
You give it one hour, maybe two, keep a weather eye open, and you will see white sails on that horizon.
"Must've been terrible for you to be trapped here, Jack." Well, it bloody is now!
There'll be no living with her after this.
- But we've got to save Will.
- No.
You're safe now.
We will return to Port Royal immediately, not go gallivanting after pirates.
Then we condemn him to death.
The boy's fate is regrettable, but so is his decision to engage in piracy.
To rescue me.
To prevent anything from happening to me.
If I may be so bold as to interject my professional opinion.
The Pearl was listing to scuppers after the battle.
She won't make good time.
Think about it.
The Black Pearl.
The last real pirate thr*at in the Caribbean, mate.
How can you pass that up?
By remembering that I serve others, Mr. Sparrow, not only myself.
Commodore, I beg you, please do this for me.
As a wedding gift.
Elizabeth?
Are you accepting the Commodore's proposal?
I am.
A wedding.
I love weddings.
Drinks all around!
I know.
"Clap him in irons," right?
Mr. Sparrow, you will accompany these fine men to the helm and provide us with a bearing to Isla de Muerta.
Then contemplate all possible meanings of the phrase "silent as the grave".
- Do I make myself clear?
- Inescapably clear.
Shiver me timbers.
Cotton here says you missed a bit.
You knew William Turner.
Old Bootstrap Bill, we knew him.
Never sat well with Bootstrap, what we did to Jack Sparrow, the mutiny and all.
Never sat well with Bootstrap, what we did to Jack Sparrow, the mutiny and all.
He said it wasn't right with the Code.
That's why he sent off a piece of the treasure to you.
He said we deserved to be cursed, and remain cursed.
- Stupid blighter.
- Good man.
But, as you can imagine, that didn't sit too well with the Captain.
That didn't sit too well with the Captain at all.
- Tell him what Barbossa did.
- I'm telling the story!
So what the captain did, he strapped a cannon to Bootstrap's bootstraps.
Bootstrap's bootstraps!
Last we saw of old Bill Turner, he was sinking into the crushin' black oblivion of Davy Jones' locker!
It was only after that we learned we needed his blood to lift the curse.
That's what you call ironic.
Bring him.
I don't care for the situation.
Any attempt to storm the caves could turn into an ambush.
Not if you're the one doing the ambushing.
I go in and get Barbossa to send his men out in their little boats.
Your mates return to the Dauntless and blast them with your cannons.
What do you have to lose?
Nothing I'd lament being rid of.
Now, to be honest, there's a risk to those aboard the Dauntless, which includes the future Mrs.
Commodore.
- It's for your own safety.
- I don't care, I have to tell him!
The pirates are cursed!
They can't be k*lled!
He's already informed of that.
A mermaid flopped up on deck and told the story.
This is Jack Sparrow's doing!
No reason to fret.
A prick of the finger, a few drops of blood...
No mistakes this time.
He's only half-Turner.
We spill it all!
Guess there is reason to fret.
- Beg your pardon.
- Begun by blood.
By blood...
Jack!
- It's not possible.
- Not probable.
Where's Elizabeth?
Safe, like I promised.
She's set to marry Norrington, like she promised, and you get to die for her like you promised.
So we're all men of our word, except for Elizabeth, who is a woman.
Shut up!
You're next!
- You don't want to be doing that.
- No, I think I do.
Your funeral.
- Why don't I want to be doing it?
- Because...
The HMS Dauntless, pride of the Royal Navy, is floating just offshore waiting for you.
What are we doing here?
The pirates come out, unprepared and unawares.
We catch 'em in a crossfire and send 'em down to see Old Hob.
I meant, why aren't we doing what Mr.
Sparrow said we should do?
- With the cannons and all?
- Because it was Mr.
Sparrow who said it.
You think he wasn't telling the truth?
Hear me out, mate.
Order your men to row out to the Dauntless, they do what they do best, Robert's your uncle, Fanny's your aunt...
There you are with two ships.
The makings of your own fleet.
You'll take the grandest as your flagship and who's to argue?
But what of the Pearl?
Name me captain, I'll sail under your colors and give you 10% of me plunder and you get to introduce yourself as Commodore Barbossa.
Savvy?
And in exchange you want me not to k*ll the whelp.
Not at all.
By all means, k*ll the whelp.
Just not yet.
Wait to lift the curse until the opportune moment.
For instance... after you've k*lled Norrington's men.
Every... last... one.
You've planned this ever since you learned my name.
Yeah.
I want 50% of your plunder.
- 15.
- 40.
I'll buy you the hat.
A really big one.
Commodore.
We have an accord.
All hands to the boats!
Apologies.
You give the orders.
Gents...
take a walk!
Not to the boats?
Hold fire.
This is like what the Greeks done at Troy.
Except they was in a horse, instead of dresses.
Wooden horse.
A moment, please.
Elizabeth?
I want you to know I believe you made a very good decision today.
Couldn't be more proud of you.
But a good decision, if made for the wrong reasons, can be a wrong decision.
Lieutenant.
Elizabeth?
Are you there?
Are you even listening to me?
What have you done?
Stop that!
I already feel like a fool.
You look nice, though.
I look nice?
I must admit, Jack, I thought I had you figured but it turns out you're a hard man to predict.
I'm dishonest.
And a dishonest man you can trust to be dishonest.
Honestly, it's the honest ones you want to watch out for.
You can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly...
stupid.
You're off the edge of the map, mate.
Here there be monsters!
Right.
What would you eat first?
We should decide now so we're ready when the time comes.
What was that?
Miss Elizabeth!
Make for the ship!
Move!
To the ship!
Row, men!
You can't b*at me, Jack.
That's interesting.
I couldn't resist, mate.
Sorry!
What now, Jack Sparrow?
Are we to be two immortals, locked in an epic battle until Judgment Day?
Or you could surrender.
All of you with me.
Will is in that cave and we must save him.
Ready, and...
heave!
I need your help.
Come on!
Any port in a storm.
Cotton's right.
We've got the Pearl.
- Are you gonna leave Jack?
- Jack owes us a ship.
- There's the Code to consider.
- The Code?
You're pirates.
Hang the Code and hang the rules!
They're more like guidelines.
Bloody pirates!
Is it supposed to be doing that?
They're stealing our ship.
Bloody pirates!
Boarders away.
Come on!
Me eye!
I'll teach you the meaning of pain.
You like pain?
Try wearing a corset.
Whose side is Jack on?
At the moment?
No fair!
Ten years you carry that p*stol and now you waste your sh*t.
He didn't waste it.
I feel...
cold.
Parley?
- The ship is ours, gentlemen.
- Huzzah!
Huzzah!
Huzzah!
We should return to the Dauntless.
Your fianc will want to know you're safe.
If you were waiting for the opportune moment...
that was it.
Now, I'd be much obliged if you'd drop me off at my ship.
I'm sorry, Jack.
They done what's right by them.
Can't expect more than that.
Jack Sparrow...
Captain Jack Sparrow.
...for your crimes against the Crown.
Said crimes being numerous in quantity and sinister in nature.
The most egregious of these to be cited herewith: Piracy, smuggling...
This is wrong.
Commodore Norrington is bound by the law, as are we all.
...impersonating an officer of the Spanish Royal Navy, impersonating a cleric of the Church of England, sailing under false colors, arson, kidnapping, looting, poaching, brigandage, pilfering, depravity, depredation and general lawlessness.
For these crimes, you are sentenced to be hung by the neck until dead.
May God have mercy on your soul.
Governor Swann.
Commodore.
Elizabeth.
I should have told you every day from the moment I met you...
I love you.
Watch yourself!
Marines!
I can't breathe.
Elizabeth!
Move!
I thought we might have to endure some ill-conceived escape attempt, but not from you.
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 this means the hangman will earn two pairs of boots instead of one, so be it.
My conscience will be clear.
You forget your place, Turner.
It's right here, between you and Jack.
- As is mine.
- Elizabeth.
Lower your weapons.
Put them down!
So this is where your heart truly lies?
It is.
I'm feeling good about this.
We've all arrived at a special place.
Spiritually, ecumenically, grammatically.
I want you to know that I was rooting for you, mate.
Know that.
Elizabeth.
It would never have worked between us, darling.
I'm sorry.
Will.
Nice hat.
Friends.
This is the day that you will always remember as the day that...
Idiot.
He's nowhere to go but back to the noose.
Sail ho!
What's your plan of action?
Sir!
Perhaps on the rare occasion, pursuing the right course demands an act of piracy.
Piracy itself can be the right course.
Mr.
Turner.
I will accept the consequences of my actions.
This is a beautiful sword.
I expect the man who made it to show the same care and devotion in every aspect of his life.
Thank you.
Commodore!
What about Sparrow?
I think we can afford to give him one day's head start.
So...
This is the path you've chosen, is it?
After all, he is a blacksmith.
No.
He's a pirate.
Thought you were supposed to keep to the Code?
We figured they were more actual... guidelines.
Thank you.
Captain Sparrow.
The Black Pearl is yours.
On deck, you scabrous dogs!
Hands to braces!
Let go and haul to run free!
Now... bring me that horizon.
And really bad eggs Drink up, me hearties.
Yo ho!
Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl (2003)
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