"Jacques, tomorrow at dawn they are going to hang me, and all my men, who are innocent, too. We are pirates, yes, but you are a pirate, too! We have not broken the Code! It is Captain Borya's malice, his final revenge on an enemy that has brought us to this pass. Jacques, you are my best friend in all the world...please. Help me."
"Instead of sending that flute we'll be boarding today to the sea bottom, I could merely capture her, and give her to you, mon ami, to captain for me. Admittedly, she's a bit unwieldy and slow, but one must start somewhere. What say you, Jacques?"
"Etienne! More rum!" "Don't give me any of yer furrin' jabber, Christophe. It's Steve. 'Tis a good English name, good enough for me dad, and sure as the devil, good enough for me. I'll thank ye to remember it." "But Etienne rolls so beautifully off the tongue, mon ami!"
"For a moment there, I thought you’d stumbled onto the lost treasure of the Incas. You know, the one that Pizarro, in his arrogance, lost." "Pizarro? Those Spaniards! Always losing their treasure. What I’d like to lay my hands on would be the Treasure of Cortes."
"Which is your favorite legend, mon ami?" "Oh, I don't know. There's the one about the island that sank beneath the waves because the streets were paved with gold. Or, wait? Am I mixing them up? Actually, its rather a nuisance when everything turns into one all thing. One time in New Orleans, I..."
"They say the pharaohs were all buried with heaps of gold and gems. Picture us finding some old pharaoh’s final resting place." "La Vipère has too much draft to make it up the Nile, Jacques. Besides... didn’t those Egyptian priests have magical powers? You want to talk about curses, mon ami..."
"Jacques! Where have you been keeping yourself, mon ami? I've barely seen you since you joined us." "Orders, Captain?" "Ah, Jacques, that is not the way to be. We rogues saved your life, remember? If we had left you behind, you would have been the one that Captain Teague hanged at dawn."
"Christophe, listen carefully. You climb back down that ladder, and I might consider tossing down a canteen and some biscuit. But only if you immediately do as I say. If you refuse..." "What, Jacques?" "I'll kill you."