Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl
There be the chest. Inside be the gold. And we took ‘em all. We spent
'em and traded 'em and frittered 'em away on drink and food and
pleasurable company. The more we gave 'em away, the more we came to
realize, the drink would not satisfy, food turned to ash in our mouths,
and all the pleasurable company in the world could not slake our lust.
We are cursed men, Miss Turner. Compelled by greed, we were, but now we
are consumed by it. There is one way we can end our curse. All the
scattered pieces of the Aztec gold must be restored and the blood
repaid. Thanks to ye, we have the final piece.
Me? I’m dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly, it’s the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they’re going to do something incredibly…stupid!