pirates 3 for kino-govno (2)

- You escaped the brig even quicker than I expected. William- do you notice anything? Rather, do you notice something that is not there to be noticed? - You haven’t raised an alarm. - Odd, isn’t it. Not as odd as this. Come up with this all by you alone, did you? - I said to myself: “Think like Jack“. - This is what you’ve arrived at? Leave Beckett the Shipwreck Cove so as to gain his trust, accomplish your own ends? It’s like you don’t know me at all, mate. And how does your dearly beloved feel about this plan? Ahh. You’ve not seen fit to trust her with this. - I’m losing it, Jack. Every step I make for my father is a step away from Elizabeth. - Mate, if you choose to love your heart away, you’ll lose it for certain. If I might lend a machete to your intellectual thicket, why, the choice is all to give up. Changes effects. Let someone else dispatch Jones. - Who? ... You. -Death has a curious way of reshuffling one’s priorities. I’ll slip aboard the Dutchman, find the heart, stab the beating thing, your father goes free from his debt-- you’re free to be with your charming murderess. -And you’re willing to cut out your heart and bind yourself to the Dutchman, forever? - No, mate. I’m free forever. Free to sail the seas beyond the edges of the map. Free from death itself. -You’ll have to do the job though, Jack. You’ll have to ferry souls to the next world. Or end up just like Jones. -I don’t have the face for tentacles. But a mortal has to care for something, aye? -What’s this for? -Think like me. It’ll come to you. My regards to Davy Jones! ... -I hate him!