Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest Page #4

from an evil fate.

But you mustn't worry.

I care not for cursed Aztec gold.

My desires are not so provincial.

There's more than one chest of value

in these waters.

So perhaps you may wish

to enhance your offer.

Consider into your calculations

that you robbed me of my wedding night.

So I did.

A marriage interrupted...

or fate intervenes?

You're making great efforts

to ensure Jack Sparrow's freedom.

- These aren't going to Jack.

- Oh, really?

To ensure Mr. Turner's freedom, then,

I'll still want that compass.

Consider that in your calculations.

I say it was Divine Providence

what escaped us from jail.

And I say it was me being clever.

Ain't that right, poochie?

Well, how'd you know it weren't Divine

Providence what inspired you to be clever?

Anyways, I ain't stealing no ship.

It ain't stealing. It's salvaging.

And since when did you care?

Since we're not immortal no more.

We gotta take care of our immortal souls.

- You know you can't read.

- It's the Bible. You get credit for trying.

Pretending to read the Bible's a lie.

That's a mark against...

Look.

There it is.

What's got into him?

Must have seen a catfish.

Stupid mongrel!

Argh!

Come on!

- It's ours for the taking.

- Tide's coming in. That should help.

And salvaging is saving,

in a manner of speaking.

There's the truth of it!

Suppose we better save it

as soon as we can,

what with our souls

in such a vulnerable state and all.

Amen to that.

Thank you.

Why would he do this to us?

If Jack is the chief...

Aye, the Pelegostos

made Jack their chief,

but he only remains chief

as long as he acts like a chief.

So he had no choice.

He's a captive as much as the rest of us.

Worse, as it turns out. See, the Pelegostos

believe that Jack is a god in human form,

and they intend to do him the honor

of releasing him from his fleshy prison.

They'll roast him and eat him.

Where's the rest of the crew?

These cages we're in

weren't built till after we got here.

The feast is about to begin.

Jack's life will end

when the drums stop.

Well, we can't just sit here and wait,

then, can we?

No, no. Oi! No, no.

More wood. Big fire. Big fire.

I am Chief. Want big fire.

Come on.

Oi.

Tout de suite.

Come on. More wood.

Whoa!

Oh, bugger.

A little seasoning, eh?

Well done.

Put your legs through.

Start to climb!

Come on, men!

It'll take all of us to crew the Black Pearl!

Actually, you wouldn't need everyone.

About six would do.

Oh, dear.

- Hurry!

- Come on!

Come on! Is that all you got?

- Wait. Stop.

- Eh?

Stop. Shh.

Shh.

- What are they doing?

- Stop.

- Snake!

-

Move!

Well, go on, go get them.

No, no. Oi! No, no!

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