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Jack : 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?
Pirate : Captain, we're coming up on the Interceptor.
Jack : 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, aye? What say
you to that?
Barbossa : Now you see, Jack, that's exactly the
attitude that lost you the Pearl. People are easy to
search when they're dead. Lock him in the brig!
Gibbs : Hands aloft to loose t'gallants. With this
wind she'll carry every sail we've got.
Elizabeth : What's happening?
Anamaria : The Black Pearl, she's
gaining on us.
Elizabeth : This is the fastest ship in the Caribbean.
Anamaria : You can tell them that after they've caught
us.
Elizabeth : We're shallow on the draft, right?
Anamaria : Aye?
Elizabeth : Well, then can't we lose them amongst
those shoals?
Gibbs : We don't have to outrun them long, just long
enough.
Anamaria : Lighten the ship. Stem to stern!
Gibbs : Anything that we can afford to lose... see
that it's lost!
Jack : Apparently there's a leak.
Barbossa : Haul on the main brace. Make ready the
guns. And run out the sweeps.
Will : We're gonna need that.
Anamaria : It was a good plan up till now.
Will : Gibbs! We have to
make a stand. We
must fight! Load the guns!
Gibbs : With what?
Will : Anything. Everything! Anything we have left.
Gibbs : Load the guns! Case shot and language! Nails
and crushed glass! With a
will.
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