Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales

Father's Curse.

DEAD or ALIVE.

THE FLYING DUTCHMAN

- Father.

- Henry. What have you done?

- I said I'd find you.

- Look at me, son.

- I don't care!

- There is no place for you on the Dutchman.

They know you're here...

Get home to your mother.

No!

- Leave now, before it's too late.

- I won't!

I'll never stop...

And if you throw me over,

I'll come straight back..

Don't you see,

I'm cursed to this ship?

That's why I'm here.

I think I know a way

to break your curse.

To free you from the Dutchman.

- Henry, no.

- I've read about a treasure.

A treasure that holds

all the power of the sea,

The Trident of Poseidon,

can break your curse.

Henry.

The Trident can never be found.

I found you.

- It's just a tale.

- Like the tales of you.

And Captain Jack Sparrow?

He will help me find the trident.

You stay away from Jack.

Leave the sea forever.

You've to stop acting like a.

A pirate. I won't stop.

I want you to come home.

Henry.

I'm sorry.

My curse will never be broken.

This is my fate.

You must let me go.

I love you son.

Captain Jack Sparrow.

Nine years later..

Faster you pathetic built rats,

you pump the builds..

And fill the scuppers.

We are chasing down pirates.

Henry get back here. You don't wanna

get kicked off an another ship.

It's a Dutch boat.

Probably stolen by the Pirate Bonet.

My God.

I warned you of leaving your post, boy.

I need to speak with the captain.

- What did you say?

- Move.

It is going in, sir.

Chase her down.

No, don't do it!

Don't do it..

You will not address a Captain, boy.

Sir, look at your charts.

I believe you're sailing us,

in to the Devil's Triangle.

Do you hear this man?

This landsman,

believes an old sailor's myth.

Sir.

With all due respect

I have spent my life studying,

the myths of the sea.

I know every legend and every curse.

Do I know, ships that

sail into the triangle

do not necessarily sail out.

Don't worry sir.

- This one is clearly disturbed.

- Sir, trust in what I say.

Change your course.

You dare to give me orders, boy?

Arrest him!

Turner!

I'll not let you kill us all.

Come on.

This is treason!

Lock him up.

- No.

- I'm going in.

This was your last chance, Turner.

If it were up to me,

I would string you from the yard.

On deck!

Jack Sparrow.

He's dead.

Buried in an unmarked graveyard

of St. Martin.

Sir, there's something in the water.

Ship to starboard!

That's no ship, sir.

It's a shipwreck.

No.

She's sailing straight towards us.

Open fire!

What are you?

Death.

WANTED!

JACK SPARROW.

Jack Sparrow.

Do you know this pirate?

- Only by name.

- You could look me for him?

- Is that a yes?

- Yes.

For too many years

the Triangle has cursed us.

Condemned us

to this Hell on Earth.

The key to our escape..

Is Jack Sparrow and the compass,

which he holds.

No, no. No need to fear me boy.

I always leave one man alive.

To tell the tale.

Find Sparrow for me

and relay a message.

From Capitan Salazar.

Salazar.

Tell him I'll behold

the daylight again.

And on that day.

Death.

Death.. comes straight for him.

Would you say that to him? Please?

- Yes.

- I wish I could tell him myself, but.

Dead men tell no tales.

Previo:
TamaBien.

SAN MARTIN, THE CARIBBEAN.

- Carina Smyth.

You're an orphan,

born of the devil.

Accused of practicing witchcraft.

Before you die.

Do you have anything to confess?

I confess that I am not a witch.

That I'm a woman of science.

I confess that I have survived on my own,

with nothing but a dairy.

From a father I never knew.

On a quest

for the truth of who I am.

I confess that I will die

before I give up this search.

And I confess.

That while we've been talking.

I pitched this lock.

Today we dedicate

The Royal Bank of St. Martin.

The most secure banking institution

in the Caribbean.

Our new vault..

Is 5 inches thick.

And weighs an imperial ton.

I've got her!

Get her!

Don't let her get away.

Stop that witch!

With this bank,

the town of St. Martin,

enters the modern world.

- I'm so sorry, sir.

- The witch's get to the chains.

Find that wicked lass.

Or you swing in her place.

- Sir.

- Sir.

No man..

Nor army.

Can ever rob the gold from St. Martin.

Open the vault!

Pirate!

Pirate.?

Pirates!

This may seem a peculiar question.

Could someone explain to me..

To why I'm here?

How long?

No, no no, wait,

it's coming to me.

Need just a moment

to clear mi head.

Make ready!

Hold your fire.

There's a woman with him in the vault.

Sir, I believe...

hat's your wife.

Francis?

Oh, I've got it!

I've got it.

I'm robbing the bank!

Shoot him!

That was not part of the plan.

Stop him! Don't let him get away!

NO DOGS,

NO WOMEN.

No woman has ever handled my...

Clear the path.

No, no, no, no!

Stop, stop.. stop!

Hard to starboard!

Sir, your celestial fix was off.

I have adjusted two degrees north.

Your map will no longer be imprecise.

Although you will have to

start again with it.

You're a witch.

No, I'm not. Am I a witch

for having cataloged.

- Over 200 stars?

- Witch!

There is a blood moon coming.

I simply need to purchase.

A chronometer.

I pay you double for

selling to a woman.

Help me!

Help! Help! There is

a witch in my shop.

And a pirate!

There is a witch and

a pirate in my shop.

Well this is your lucky day!

Have either of the four

of you seen my bank?

Found it.

- Were you part of the plan?

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