Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales Page #5

to the country side.

You mean grass?

On a farm?

Milking a cow, making cheese.

- While they sink mi treasure?

- Ask yourself this, Captain.

- Is this treasure worth dying for?

- I'm a pirate.

Always will be! So how do I save,

- what be mine.

- Jack held a compass.

Which points you to the thing

you desire most.

But betray the compass...

And it releases your greatest fear.

And a pirate's greatest fear

will be Salazar, is it?

- How did you get this?

- I have my ways.

Lead them to Jack

before he finds the trident.

And all your treasure

will come back to you.

Time to make a deal

with the dead.

Come on, pirate.

Hold on, stop.

- Uncle Jack!

- Jackie boy, how is it going?

Can't complain really. You?

I've been waiting all morning in here,

for a beating.

- But the service is terrible.

- Shameful.

Jack.

The oceans have turned to blood.

Best to stay on dry land,

where it's safe.

I'm about to be executed on dry land.

Good point.

Did I ever told you about the skeleton?

Yes you have, many times.

Skeleton goes into a

bar, orders a beer.

And a mop.

Funny as ever.

Come on let's go!

If they disembowel you, ask for Viktor.

He's got the softest hands.

Thank you.

And mention my name,

they won't cut your feet off.

Come on.

You're first!

And how would you like to die pirate?

Hanging, firing squad or

a new invention.

- The guillotine.

- Guillotine?

Sounds french.

I love the French.

Did you know they've

invented mayonnaise?

How bad could it be?

It's French, right?

Oh, my bad!

I change mi mind..

No please have mercy for me.

I am a bet wetter.

Oh, come on!

I mean I have to walk upstairs

as well for this?

- Bring the basket.

- Basket.. why?

Step him down!

Here's an idea.

Why don't we try good old fashioned stoning?

I'd kill to be stoned right now.

Gets the crowd involved, doesn't it?

I should like to speak to Victor

in disembowelment.

I should like to speak to Vic.

I'm not the one who, complain normally,

but this basket is full of heads.

Final words of Carina Smyth. Shut up!

The final words of Carina Smyth.

It says.

I'm not a witch.

But I forgive your common dim

witlessness and feeble brains.

In short,

most of you have the mind of a goat.

Pardon me sir.

It's not common practice...

for those about to be executed.

To be granted a last,

I don't know, some of a..?

I believe I was making a point.

If you could just be patient.

No.

My head's about to be lopped off.

Hence the urgency.

And my neck is to be broken.

Did you know that on occasion,

the neck doesn't actually break.

- It just hurts.

- What?

Oh Yes.

I have seen men swing for hours.

Eyes bulging, tongues swelling.

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