Scene 15: (The blood ritual and Jack ’s not dead)
Pintel: Ten years of hoarding swag.
Ragetti: And now we finally get to spend it. [they empty a trunk and it turns out to be full of ladies’ clothes; they both pick up parasols]
Pintel: Once we’re quit of the curse, we’ll be rich men. And you can buy an eye what actually fits and is made of glass.
Ragetti: This one does splinter something terrible. [rubs it]
Pintel: Stop rubbing it. [ Bo’sun walks by and rolls his eyes at them]
[in the boat] Will : [sees a skull] What Code is Gibbs to keep to if the worst should happen?
Jack : Pirate’s Code. Any man that falls behind…is left behind.
Will : No heroes amongst thieves, eh?
Jack : You know, for having such a bleak outlook on pirates you’re well on your way to becoming one. Sprung a man from jail, commandeered a ship of the Fleet, sailed with a buccaneer crew out of Tortuga [they both look at the gold on the bottom of the little river] …and you’re completely obsessed with treasure.
Will : That’s not true. I am not obsessed with treasure.
Jack : [looks in on the gathering] Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate.
Barbossa: Gentlemen, the time has come! Our salvation is nigh! Our torment is near at end.
Will: Elizabeth .
Barbossa: For ten years we’ve been tested and tried, and each man jack of you here has proved his mettle a hundred times over and a hundred times again! [the men cheer]
Ragetti: Suffered, I have.
Barbossa: Punished, we were. The lot of us - disproportionate to our crimes! Here it is [throws off the chest’s lid] …the cursed treasure of Cortés himself. Every last piece that went astray, we have returned…save for this. [points to the medallion on Elizabeth ’s neck]
Will : [scrambles up, upsetting some of the treasure] Jack !
Jack : [pulls him down] Not yet. We wait for the opportune moment.
Barbossa: 881 we found but despaired of ever finding the last.
Will : When’s that? When it’s of greatest profit to you?
Jack : May I ask you something? Have I ever given you reason not to trust me? Do us a favor – I know it’s difficult for you, but please stay here and try not to do anything stupid.
Barbossa: And who among us has paid the blood sacrifice owed to the heathen gods?
Pirates: Us!
Barbossa: And whose blood must yet be paid?
Pirates: Hers!
Barbossa: You know the first thing I’m goin’ to do after the curse is lifted? Eat a whole bushel of apples. [takes up the knife] Begun by blood…by blood undone.
Will : [hits Jack with oar] Sorry, Jack . I’m not going to be your leverage.
Elizabeth : [her palm is cut] That’s it?
Barbossa: Waste not. [drops the medallion; there is an anticipation to see if it worked]
Koehler: Did it work?
Ragetti: I don’t feel no different.
Pintel: How do we tell? [Barbossa shoots him]
Koehler: You’re not dead.
Pintel: No. He shot me!
Ragetti: It didn’t work.
Twigg: The curse it still upon us!
Barbossa: You, maid! Your father, what was his name? Was your father William Turner ?
Elizabeth : No.
Barbossa: Where’s his child? The child that sailed from England eight years ago, the child in whose veins flows the blood of William Turner . Where? [backhands her and she falls down]
Bo’sun : You two! You brought us the wrong person!
Pintel: No! She had the medallion. she’s the proper age.
Ragetti: She said her name was Turner – you heard her! [ Will motions for Elizabeth to follow him into the water; she takes the medallion with her] I think she lied to us.
Twigg: You brought us here for nothing.
Barbossa: I won’t take questioning and no second guesses, not from the likes of you, Master Twigg .
Koehler: Who’s to blame? Every decision you’ve made has led us from bad to worse.
Pirate: It was you who sent Bootstrap to the depths!
Bo’sun : And it’s you who brought us here in the first place.
Barbossa: If any coward here dare challenge me, let him speak! Hmm?
Koehler: I say, we cut her throat and spill all her blood, just in case.
Barbossa: [sees the monkey pointing] The medallion! She’s taken it! Get after her! You feckless pack of ingrates!
Pirates: No oars here. Where’s the oars?
Bo’sun : The oars have gone missing. Find them!
Ragetti: [spots Jack ] You.
Pintel: You’re supposed to be dead!
Jack : Am I not? [looks down at himself] Oh. [finds pistols pointed at him] Palulay…palu-li-la-la-lulu, parlili… parsnip, pasley, par - partner, partner…
Ragetti: Parley?
Jack : Parley! That’s the one. Parley! Parley!
Pintel: Parley? Down to the depths whatever man that thought up “parley!”
Jack : That would be the French.