"Dead men tell no tales..." "Ah, but they do tell tales. So says I, Blackbeard." "Dead men tell no tales..." "If ye be brave or fool enough to face a pirates curse, proceed." "Dead men tell no tales..." "Take heed, wretched curs. Your fate is sealed." "Dead men tell no tales..." "Aye, tales there be a plenty in this cursed place..."
"Gentlemen...I be placed in a bewilderment. There I were, resting. And upon a sudden, I hear an ungodly row on deck. Sailors abandon their posts, without orders, without leave. Men before the mast, taking the ship for themselves. What be that, First Mate?" "Mutiny, Captain." "Again?" "Mutiny!" "Aye. Mutiny. And what fate befalls mutineers? Now we know the answer to that, do we not? Mutineers...Hang!"
"Twice in one day, I find myself in a bewilderment." "You are not bewildered, you are afraid. You dare not walk the path of righteousness, the way of the light." "No, sir, the truth of it be much simpler than all that. I'm a bad man." "That, too." "I might have to kill you too, catechist."
"No!" "Oh, Latin blood, like her mother." "Father, I beg you." "Ah, there I be again, forgetting why the missionary was here. My daughter fears for my soul, what's left of it. You truly wish to save me, my child."
"Every soul can be saved." "Be that true, young cleric?" "Yes. Though you I see as a bit of longshot. Still, I pray for every unfortunate soul on this hellbound vessel." "You disarm me with your faith."
"Your words surround you like fog, make you hard to see." "And what of you? The mighty Blackbeard. Beheaded, they say. Still, your body swam three times around your ship, then climbed back onboard. And here you are, running scared." "Scared." "To the Fountain." "The Quartermaster sees things before they happen. He has foreseen my death, and so the fates have spoken. The threads of destiny woven." "You have a ridiculously high regard for fate, mate." "And you?" "Me? I'm skeptical of predicting any future...which includes me." "It be foolish to battle fate, but I'd be tempted to cheat it. I will reach the Fountain. You will lead me."
"That knife will serve you no better than the mutiny you devised." "Mutiny served me well. It gained me an audience with you." "Oh?" "Aye. To warn you. Regarding your First Mate, who pretends to be persons she is not." "Do tell." "She's not your daughter."
"You dare to speak thusly of my flesh and blood?" "Sir. The woman is consummate in the art of deception. I know. As I mostly unwittingly set her on her wicked path. Though I cannot claim credit for her existing abundance of natural talent." "Angelica. My beloved daughter, the one true good thing I have done in this life, and you claim to be the one who corrupted her?" "Sir. What she is, is pure evil. More to be feared than a wild beast. Hungry wild beast with gnashing teeth. Vengeful, hungry, from hell, beast..."
"That vile creature, as you call her, is worth a hundred of you." "Oh, you care for her. You fancy her. And do not deny what is clear to my eyes. Question is...does she fancy you? By God, she does. We are in luck!"
"Excuse me, gentlemen. I be placed in a bewilderment. There I were, resting, and upon a sudden I hear an ungodly row. Open my eyes, and what do I see? The Captain's quarters. Next I ken, I be Edward Teach. Blackbeard. And I be in the Captain's quarters. Aye? And that makes me...it naturally follows...the Captain."