Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl Page #3

I avoid familiarity with pirates.

It would be a shame to put a black

mark on your record. Excuse me.

Do you think this wise, boy?

Crossing blades with a pirate?

You threatened Miss Swann.

Only a little.

You know what you're doing.

Excellent form. How's your footwork?

If I step here...

Good.

And now I step again.

Ta.

That is a wonderful trick.

Except, once again,

you are between me and my way out.

And now...

you have no weapon.

Who makes all these?

I do.

And I practice with them

three hours a day.

You need to find yourself a girl, mate.

Or, the reason you practice three hours

a day is that you already found one

and are otherwise incapable

of wooing said strumpet.

You're not a eunuch, are you?

I practice three hours a day

so when I meet a pirate, I can kill him!

- You cheated!

- Pirate.

- Move away!

- No.

Please?

No! I cannot just step aside

and let you escape.

This shot is not meant for you.

There he is! Over here!

Excellent work, Mr. Brown. You've

assisted in the capture of a fugitive.

Just doing my civic duty, sir.

I trust you will remember this as the

day Captain Jack Sparrow almost escaped.

Take him away.

- Come here, boy. Come here.

- Who wants a juicy bone?

Come here, boy!

You can keep doing that forever.

The dog is never going to move.

Excuse us if we haven't resigned

ourselves to the gallows just yet.

There you go, miss. It was

a difficult day for you, I'm sure.

I suspected Commodore Norrington would

propose, but I wasn't prepared for it.

I meant you being threatened

by that pirate! Sounds terrifying!

Yes, it was terrifying.

But... the Commodore proposed!

Fancy that.

That's a smart match, miss,

if it's not too bold to say.

It is a smart match.

He's a fine man.

He's what any woman

should dream of marrying.

That Will Turner...

he's a fine man, too.

That is too bold.

Beggin' your pardon.

It was not my place.

Has my daughter

given you an answer yet?

No, she hasn't.

She has had a trying day.

- Ghastly weather, don't you think?

- Really bleak.

What's that?

Cannon fire!

Return fire!

I know those guns.

It's the Pearl.

The Black Pearl?

I've heard stories.

She's been preying on ships

and settlements for ten years.

- Never leaves any survivors.

- No survivors?

Then where do the stories

come from, I wonder?

Mama!

- Sight the muzzle flash.

- Aim for the flashes!

I need a full spread, fore and aft.

Mr. Stevens, more cartridges.

Governor. Barricade yourself

in my office.

That's an order.

Don't!

Hello, chum.

Up there!

Miss Swann,

they've come to kidnap you.

- What?

- You're the governor's daughter!

In here!

They haven't seen you.

First chance you get, run to the fort.

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