Gibbs: So we're setting out to find whatever this key unlocks!
Jack Sparrow: No. If we don't have a key, we can't open whatever it unlocks, so what purpose would be served in finding whatever needs to be unlocked without first having found the key that unlocks it?
Gibbs: So, we're going to find this key?
Jack Sparrow: What good is a key if we have nothing for the key to unlock? Please try to keep up!
Jack Sparrow: Come to join my crew, lad? Well, welcome aboard!
Elizabeth Swann: I've come to find the man I love!
Jack: I'm deeply flattered, son, but my first and only love is the sea.
Elizabeth: Meaning William Turner, Captain Sparrow.
Jack: Elizabeth? You know, those clothes do NOT flatter you at all!
Elizabeth: Jack, I know Will set out to find you. Where is he?
Jack: Darling, I am truly unhappy to have to tell you this, but through an unfortunate and entirely unforseeable series of circumstances that have nothing whatsoever to do with me...poor Will was press-ganged into Davy Jones's crew.
Pintel: What's made this go all screwy?
Ragetti: Well, each man wants the chest for himself. Norrington, I think, is trying to regain a bit of honor; Captain Sparrow's trying to save his own skin; and Turner's trying to settle something twixt him and his twice-cursed pirate father.
Pintel: That chest must be worth a pretty penny.
Ragetti: Oh, it's a terrible temptation.
Pintel: If we was any kind of decent...we'd remove temptation from their path.
Davy Jones: 100 souls. 3 days.
Jack Sparrow: You're a diamond mate. Send me back the boy, I'll get started right off.
Jones: I keep the boy. A good faith payment. That leaves you only 99 more to go.
Jack: Have you not met Will Turner? He's noble, heroic, terrific soprano! Worth at least four. Maybe 3 and a half. And did I happen to mention? He's in love with a girl. Due to be married. Betrothed. Dividing him from her and her from him would only be half as cruel as actually allowing tham to be joined together in holy matrimony, eh?
Jones: I keep the boy. 99 souls. But I wonder, Sparrow, can you live with this? Can you condemn an innocent man, a friend, to a life time of servitude in your name while you roam free?
Jack: Yep. I'm good with it. So do we seal in blood? Or ink?
Jones: 3 days.
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