Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest Page #6

You're a pair of superstitious goats

and it's got the best of you.

Now, this appears to be no more

as we have a stowaway on board.

A young woman, by the look of it.

I want you to search the ship

and find her.

Oh, and, er... she's probably naked.

Why is Jack afraid

of the open ocean?

Well, if you believe such things,

there's a beast does the bidding

of Davy Jones -

a fearsome creature with giant tentacles

that'll suction your face clean off

and drag an entire ship

down to the crushing darkness.

The kraken.

They say the stench of its breath is like...

Imagine, the last thing you know

on God's green earth

is the roar of the kraken and the reeking

odor of a thousand rotting corpses.

If you believe such things.

And the key will spare him that?

Well, that's the very question

Jack wants answered.

Bad enough even to go visit...

her.

Her?

Aye.

No worries, mates.

Tia Dalma and I go way back.

Thick as thieves.

Nigh inseparable, we are.

Were. Have been.

Before.

- I'll watch your back.

- It's me front I'm worried about.

- Mind the boat.

- Mind the boat.

- Mind the boat.

- Mind the boat.

- Mind the boat.

-

Mind the boat.

Jack Sparrow.

Tia Dalma.

I always knew the wind was going

to blow you back to me one day.

You...

You have a touch of...

destiny about you,

William Turner.

You know me?

You want to know me.

There'll be no knowing here. We've come

for help and we're not leaving without it.

- I thought I knew you.

- Not so well as I had hoped.

- Come.

- Come.

What service may I do you?

- You know I demand payment.

- I brought payment.

Look.

An undead monkey.

Top that.

Don't! You've no idea

how long it took us to catch that.

The payment is fair.

We're looking for this.

And what it goes to.

The compass you bartered from me,

it cannot lead you to this?

Maybe. Why?

I hear you.

Jack Sparrow does not know

what he wants.

Or do you know,

but are loath to claim it as your own?

Your key go to a chest.

And it is what lay inside the chest

you seek, don't it?

- What is inside?

- Gold?

Jewels? Unclaimed properties

of a valuable nature?

Nothing bad, I hope?

You know of Davy Jones,

yes?

A man of the sea.

A great sailor,

until he run afoul of that

which vex all men.

What vexes all men?

What indeed?

- The sea.

- Sums.

The dichotomy of good and evil.

A woman.

A woman.

He fell in love.

No, no, no, no.

I heard it was the sea he fell in love with.

Same story, different versions,

and all are true.

See, it was a woman

as changing and harsh

and untamable as the sea.

Him never stopped loving her.

But the pain it cause him

was too much to live with

but not enough to cause him to die.

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