"It’s Captain Jack Sparrow we're after, and a fortune in gold. Run up your white flag, you scurvy scum, and bring me Captain Jack Sparrow, or I'll be sending you to Davy Jones." "You will never get the gold! We will never surrender!" "Give 'em a broadside! Pound 'em lads, pound 'em! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!" "Barbossa—we’re going to sink your ship!" "Captain Jack Sparrow! Show yourself, you miserable cur!"
"Strike your colours you bloomin' cockroaches! Surrender Captain Jack Sparrow or by thunder we'll burn this city to the ground!" "Two shot holes Captain—one clean through the mizzenmast." "They need a bit of persuasion mateys. Fire at will!"
"Gents... Ladies... 'Tis lucky I am to be standing here afore ye today. Two months ago, almost to the day, me ship Cobra was attacked and sunk by one of our own. We had raised our true colors, and yet still they tried to slaughter us. We were attacked by one of our own brethren... a clear violation of the Code, 'twas."
―Barbossa to assembled pirates at Shipwreck Cove[src]
"I was in the water, no boat within reach. Me poor Polly had been holdin' on to me shoulder. She was wearin' her little blue dress, but suddenly she wasn't there and I couldn't see her. I swam under, gropin' through the water and the wreckage, tryin' to find her, but she was gone. When I came up to breathe, ready to dive again, even though I knew 'twas hopeless, two of me crew, witless one-eyed Ragetti and his grinnin' imp of a friend Pintel, grabbed me jacket and pulled me into their boat. Fools they be, but I'm grateful to 'em."
"Brethren of the Coast, Don Rafael brought with him a man that I want you to meet. He is one of us, a man on the account, and he, of all of us, has personally witnessed the actions of these rogue pirates. I want you to hear what he has to say. Ladies, gentlemen, allow me present to you, Captain Hector Barbossa."
"Who is this Polly? Your doxy?" "Course not, ma'am. 'Tis bad luck to be bringing a woman aboard a ship. Polly ain't–warn’t–human." "Polly, that is the English name of a parrot." "I did have a parrot named Polly once. A fine bird he was, but he messed up the shoulder of me jacket. But the Polly I lost after the battle was me little monkey. Pretty little thing, she was. Understood every word I said to her."
"And who be ye, lad?" "Jack Sparrow. It's always regrettable to hear about the loss of a good ship, Captain Barbossa." "Aye, 'tis. And when we find the scurvy blackguard responsible, he can apologize to me little Polly personally, in Davy Jones's locker."
"I don't know what you're playing at, but I know you can hear me, Jack." "Oh, sorry. I presumed you must be addressing some other Jack, one who was not captain of the finest ship ever to sail the Seven Seas—since surely if you were addressing me, you would have said 'Captain Jack,' isn't that right?" "My apologies, Captain Jack."
"Why don't I stay here with the ship? I can keep an eye on things. While you're gone. Trust me, I'll take good care of the Pearl." "Nonsense. I need your keen eye and sound judgment in choosing a crew, Barbossa. A noble offer, but I insist you accompany me to the Faithful Bride."
"I never thought I'd get to go to India. Where does this Pirate Lord live?" "Around, er, these parts." "What our dear captain means is near Bombay. Sri Sumbhajee has been tormenting the ships going in and out of this port for years."
"If we can find Sri Sumbhajee's base before he knows we're there, then we attack with the element of surprise. I say we go in with guns a-blazing and swords held high and demand that he hand over his vial of Shadow Gold." "That is just the kind of original thinking I expect from you, Barbossa."
"Finding a new crew in Tortuga...I feel like we've been here before, Hector, don't you? What do they call that? Deja-booty?" "You leave it to me, Captain. I'll find us a new crew. I'll take care of everything." "Wonderful. Wake me once we'ree in the Atlantic, will you?"
"You might have mentioned being cursed, Barbossa." "Nasty little bit of business with the Aztecs." "Then why even follow me into my trap? I am a god, after all." "We already be damned. So even a slim chance at finding a cure is better than no chance. And for a 'god' you seen to be awfully...limited."
"First, your return to shore was not part of our negotiations nor our agreement, so I must do nothing. And secondly, you must be a pirate for the Pirate's Code to apply, and you're not. And thirdly, the Code is more what you'd call guidelines than actual rules. Welcome aboard the Black Pearl, Miss Turner."
"Look! The moonlight shows us for what we really are. We are not among the living, and so we cannot die. But neither are we dead. For too long I've been parched of thirst and unable to quench it. Too long I've been starving to death and haven't died. I feel nothing. Not the wind on my face, nor the spray of the sea...nor the warmth of a woman's flesh. You best start believing in ghost stories, Miss Turner. You're in one!"
"Three days into the venture, the First Mate comes up to him and says everything's an equal share. That should mean the location of the treasure too. So, Jack gives up the bearings. That night, there was a mutiny."
""Now, Will, when a pirate's marooned, he's given a pistol with a single shot. One shot. Well, that won't do much good hunting, nor to be rescued. But after three weeks of a starvin' belly and thirst, that pistol starts to look real friendly. But Jack, he escaped the island, and he still has that one shot. Oh, but he won't use it, though, save for one man. His mutinous First Mate." "Barbossa."
"Captain Barbossa, I am here to negotiate the cessation of hostilities against Port Royal." "There were a lot of long words in there, miss, we're naught but humble pirates. What is it that you want?" "I want you to leave and never come back." "I'm disinclined to acquiesce to your request...Means 'no'."
"Wait! You have to take me to shore! According to the Code of the Order of the Brethren—" "First, your return to shore was not part of our negotiations nor our agreement, so I must do nothing. And secondly, you must be a pirate for the Pirate's Code to apply, and you're not. And thirdly, the Code is more what you'd call guidelines than actual rules. Welcome aboard the Black Pearl, Miss Turner."
"I hardly believe in ghost stories anymore, Captain Barbossa." "Aye. That's exactly what I thought when we were first told the tale. Buried on an Isle of the Dead what cannot be found, except for those who know where it is. Find it, we did. There be the chest. Inside be the gold. And we took 'em all!""
"Gentlemen, the time has come! [The crew cheers] Our salvation is nigh! [The crew cheers] Our torment is near an end! [The crew cheers] 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 crew cheers] "Suffered, I have!" "Punished, we were, the lot of us. Disproportionate to our crime! Here it is! The cursed treasure of Cortés himself. Every last piece that went astray, we have returned. Save for this."
"And who among us has paid the blood sacrifice owed to the heathen gods?" "Us!" "And whose blood must yet be paid?" "Hers!" "You know the first thing I'm going to do after the curse is lifted? Eat a whole bushel of apples. Begun by blood, by blood undone."
"You, maid! Your father, what was his name? Was your father William Turner?" "No." "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?"
"How the blazes did you get off that island?" "When you marooned me on that godforsaken spit of land, you forgot one very important thing, mate...I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." "Well, I won't be making that mistake again. Gents, you all remember Captain Jack Sparrow? Kill him." "The girl's blood didn't work, did it?" "Hold your fire! You know whose blood we need." "I know whose blood you need."
"So you expect to leave me standing on some beach with nothing but a name and your word it's the one I need and watch you sail away in my ship?" "No. I expect to leave you standing on some beach with absolutely no name at all, watching me sail away on my ship, and then I'll shout the name back to you. Savvy?" "But that still leaves us with the problem of me standing on some beach with naught but a name and your word it's the one I need." "Of the two of us, I'm the only one who hasn't committed mutiny. Therefore, my word is the one we'll be trusting. Although, I suppose I should be thanking you because, in fact, if you hadn't betrayed me and left me to die, I would have an equal share in that curse, same as you. Funny old world, isn't it?"
"I'm having a thought here, Barbossa. What say we run up a flag of truce, I scurry over to the Interceptor, and I negotiate the return of your medallion, eh? What say you to that?" "Now you see, Jack, that's exactly the attitude that lost you the Pearl. People are easy to search when they're dead. Lock him in the brig."
"Barbossa!" "What's gotten into yer head boy?!" "She goes free!" "You've only got one shot, and we can't die." "[Jack whispers] Don't do anything stupid..." "You can't. I can." "...like that." "Who are you?" "No one, he's no one. A distant cousin of my aunt's nephew twice removed. Lovely singing voice, though. [whispers] Eunuch." "My name is Will Turner, my father was Bootstrap Bill Turner, his blood runs through my vains." "[Ragetti to crew] He's the spittin' image of our Bootstrap Bill come back to haunt us!" "Now on my word, do as I say, or I'll pull this trigger, and be lost to Davy Jones' Locker!" "Name yer terms Mr. Turner." "Elizabeth goes free!" "Yes, we know that one. Anything else? And the crew! The crew is not to be harmed!" "...Agreed."
"...last piece that went astray, we have returned. Save for this. 881 we found but despaired of ever finding the last. We've paid the blood sacrifice owed the heathen gods. And now, 'tis only her blood must yet be paid. Begun by blood, by blood undone!"
"Have you gone mad? Your account couldn't be further from the truth. Elizabeth escaped on her own. It was you taken captive by Barbossa aboard the Black Pearl." "Yes, of course. So helpful to have you by my side, correcting my inaccuracy."
"The situation was grim. The not-very-often heroic Will Turner had handed himself over as Barbossa's prisoner. While I was marooned once again on Rum Island. This time with the lady Elizabeth at me side, which improved the view dramatically. Nevertheless, we've no hope of escape."
"Will, lead her back to the ship! I'll keep these scallywags at bay with the point of me blade." "We can but humbly surrender to your dashing bravery and superior swordmanship." "Well, then. That certainly makes things easier."
"Oh, 'tis an honor indeed to have you back aboard me ship." "My ship." "Jack Sparrow—" "Captain." "The man who vanished from under the eyes of seven agents of the East India Company. The man who sunk a French war galleon with naught but his cutlass and a diving bell." "The man who sacked Nassau Port without firing a shot. Mustn't leave that one out." "I've often wondered just how you managed to pull off such a trick." "Ah, therein lies a tale."
"In another age, at this very spot, the First Brethren Court captured the sea goddess and bound her in her bones. That was a mistake. Oh, we tamed the seas for ourselves, aye. But opened the door to Beckett and his ilk. Better were the days when mastery of seas came not from bargains struck with eldritch creatures, but from the sweat of a man's brow and the strength of his back alone. You all know this to be true. Gentlemen. Ladies. We must free Calypso."
"Still thinkin' of runnin', Jack? Think you can outrun the world? You know, the problem with bein' the last of anythin', is by and by there'll be none left at all." "Sometimes things come back, mate. We're living proof, you and me." "Aye, but that's a gamble of long odds, ain't it? There's never a guarantee of comin' back, but passin' on, that's dead certain."
―Hector Barbossa to the crew of the HMS Providence[src]
"We were off the coast of Hispaniola when we came under attack. No provocation nor warning or offer of parley. We were peppered with cannon fire. And then the sea beneath the Pearl began to roil. The Pearl was pitching and yawing violently. Every plank, every rail, every spar all at once began to creak. The rigging had come to life! Our own ship turned against us. Tangling the crew, wrapping around them like snakes...and wrapping around my leg. But my arms were free and my sword was at hand. I am the master of my ship, not Blackbeard. I am the master of me fate, not Blackbeard! So I did what needed done...I survived."
"Hector. How nice to see a fellow pirate make good of himself." "Pirate? Nay. Privateer. On a sanctioned mission, under the authority and protection of the Crown." "As may be. But first. What has become of my beloved Pearl?" "I lost the Pearl as I lost my leg!" "Lost the Pearl?" "Aye. I defended her mightily enough, but she be sunk nonetheless." "If that ship be sunk properly, you should be sunk with it."
"Aye, Whitecap Bay! Every worthless seaman fears the name, and rightly so, though few know why or dare to ask." "Be the stories true?" "Say what robs you of your staunch heart, Gibbs, or forever leave it to the whiter fields of fancy." "...Mermaids, captain?" "Aye. Mermaids. Sea ghouls, devil fish, dreadful in hunger for flesh of man. Mermaid waters, that be our path. Cling to your soul, Gibbs, as mermaids be given to take the rest, to the bone."
"Gentlemen. I shall not ask any more than of any men than what that man can deliver, but I do ask this: are we not King's men?" "...Aye." "On the King's mission?" "...Aye." "I did not note any fear in the eyes of the Spanish as they passed us by. Are we not King's men?" "Aye!" "Aye! Hands all off, and bear away! Stave on ahead to Whitecap Bay!"
"...Give up this madness now." "I cannot! Ever walk on the beach, look back, and see your footsteps in the sand? It's like that except the footsteps lie before me." "Footstep, actually." "Whitecap Bay, sir, we must haste..."
"We travel by foot! Gibbs, I require a heading!" "Sir, the men—" "They be dead already." "They don't sounds dead." "Oh, is that so? Well, I hear nothing but...seagulls. Nesting. What is it you hear, Mr. Groves?" "...Seagulls. Nesting. Nothing more."
"You." "No...you." "I was here first. You. Why are you here?" "Blackbeard sent me. Why are you?" "Silver Chalices for my royal liege." "Oh, please." [the Santiago starts to tilt] "Back, back! We have to balance it out!" "Right, then. What if...we each choose an item of approximately equal weight? [picks up a vase, ship tilts over again]" "Put it back! We touch nothing!" [a chest slides out] "But what about that?" "The Chalices." [Barbossa steps backwards, ship tilts once more, moving the Chalices towards him] "Oi! Why do you get to look first?" "Fine, then!" [they switch sides, ship tilts again, they crawl towards the chest and grab its lid] "...Together.""
"So...You're not after the Fountain." "I care not for King George or tavern yarns that give hope for a healed limb. But I'd give my left arm for a chance at Blackbeard." "Not your right?" "I need me good arm to drive my poisoned blade through his heart." "I'll see you get the chance, mate."
"Margaret died. I summoned as much honor as a worthless blaggard ever could. I placed the infant in an orphanage, never to see her again. I thought the ruby might afford her some ease in life but I never imagined she'd take those scribblings and make a life of her own. Life that's led her back to me."
"Jack held the compass which points you to the thing you desire most, but betray the compass and it releases your greatest fear." "And a pirate's greatest fear be Salazar, is it? How did you get this?" "I have my ways."
"My name is Cap'n Barbossa. I stand before you with cordial intent." "Aye, cordial intent. Do you hear that? This pirate wishes to be cordial. So let me show what my cordiality is, hombre. Every time I tap my sword, one of your men will die, so I suggest you speak quickly. Might want to go a bit faster, Capitán. Where is Jack Sparrow?" "Jack be sailing for the Trident." "No, the sea belongs to the dead." "The Trident controls the sea." "No! No! There's no treasure! There's no treasure that can save him. He'll die with you." "I be the only one that can lead you to him. I declare you should have Jack's life by sunrise on the morrow or you can take me own then. Do we have an accord?" "Heh, heh! Take me to him and you will live to tell the tale." "You have me word. I thank you on behalf of me crew." "Oi. You can take what's left of them. The living come aboard!"
"Captain, shouldn't we be getting back to Salazar, trade Mister Sparrow's life in for our own?" "Aye, that we could. But I've come for the Trident of Poseidon." "You're gonna double-cross the dead?" "You did promise!" "And with it I'll gut the dead that stole my command of the sea."
"Smyth! Smyth is quite an unusual name. Did we not know once someone called Smyth?" "Shut your trap!" "What was her name? It's on the tip of me tongue." "You want to lose that tongue?" "Margaret Smyth!"
"Very well. You hand that over, we'll put your town to our rudder and ne'er return." "Can I trust you?" "It's you who invoked the parlay! Believe me, Miss, you'd best hand it over, now ... or these be the last friendly words you'll hear!"
"Oh, 'tis an honor, indeed, to have ya back aboard me ship...The man who vanished from under the eyes of seven agents of the East India Company...The man who sunk a French war galleon with naught but his cutlass and a diving bell." "The man who sacked Nassau Port without firing a shot..." "Jack Sparrow." "Captain. Mustn't leave that one out."
"But the time before that, it produced the Code, which has served us well...and it was the very first meeting that gave us no less than rule of the sea herself, didn't it? And now that rule is being challenged." "The East India Trading Company." "Lord Cutler Beckett is a pox on us all."
"Barbossa, why you not giving the order to man the bones? All the Brethren are gathering in this place now. You can force them to do as you want." "But what I want is not to act a fool. What you're suggesting is not but fool's folly." "If you no longer want my favor, Barbossa, then perhaps I should be calling a different captain to my cause. Witty Jack would not turn down the promise to survive the coming storm, I think." "I do not renege on a bargain once struck. But we agreed on ends only. The means are mine to decide." "Caution, Barbossa. Do not forget it was by my power you return from the dead. Or what it mean if you fail me." "Don't you forget why you had to bring me back. Why I could not leave Jack to his well-deserved fate. And why I could not give Sao Feng a second smile in his throat to match that ineffably smug one that he wears on his face. It took nine Pirate Lords to bind you, Calypso. And it'll take no less than nine to set you free. Until then, I'll not be taking your commands or risking your reach an accord with someone else. Masters Pintel and Ragetti. Take this fishwife to the brig."
"The Letters of Marque—the letters Jack gave to you. Hand them over! Come, no time! Beckett used his ring to stamp this, yes?" "Yes..." "The symbol is the same, from the same ring. Might it work? "It might. Magic is funny that way."
"Years pass...a new crew of pirates be at on the horizon, taking ports across the world by storm. And at the helm, Captain Jack Sparrow. Ha ha ha ha ha ha. So if ye be willin' to sign on for this unchancy cruise, muster yer courage. Smart now! All hands ready to set sail...on stranger tides."
―Hector Barbossa from the Story behind Pirates of the Caribbean featurette[src]
"Some say the Fountain be not more than legend false a mermaid's kiss. Others whisper of a curse that leave ya as dead as old Ponce here. What be the truth of it? I'll show ya. Ha ha ha ha ha ha"
"Pirate? Privateer. On a sanctioned mission, under the authority and protection of the Crown." "As may be. But first. What became of the Pearl?" "Lost." "Lost?" "I defended her mightily. But she be sunk, nonetheless." "If that ship be lost, properly, you should be lost with it." "Aye. In a kinder world."
"Hand it over." "You cannot expect I'd be trusting you just like that for nothing." "In truth, I stand before you a man reformed. Reborn. Long since given up me evil ways." "A tool of the crown." "A loyal subject, possessing no will of my own and desiring none, bound by the mandate of my sovereign."
"Every worthless seaman fears the name, and rightly so, though few know why or dare to ask." "Be the stories true?" "Listen that your voice should quiver like a fiddle string! Say what robs you of your staunch heart, Gibbs, or forever leave it to the whiter fields of fancy." "...Mermaids, captain?""
"I hear nothing but...seagulls. Nesting. What is it you hear, Mister Groves? What is it our beloved King George Augustus, Duke of Luneburg, et cetera et cetera would hear?" "Seagulls. Nesting. Nothing more." "Could be pelicans."
"The Pearl was pitching and yawing violently. So violently we could not maneuver...could not man the cannons...so violently it actually came to my mind to give...the order. THE order! THE order! The order no man who calls himself captain ever dreams he’ll be givin’! Abandon ship. But too late. The Pearl began to creak, every plank, every rail, every spar all at once, making a hellish noise like none I have ever heard...and I have heard my share of hellish noises."
"Speak!" "It's your ships, sir." "They are being attacked by an enemy that takes no riches." "Kills without provocation." "An army that fires no weapon." "Me ships? Not possible." "Three have already been sunk, sir. The Jonty Lark..." "...the Golden Pheasant..." "...the Rising Phoenix..."
"I have been expecting you, captain. Perhaps you'd like some tea." "I should pass, thank you kindly." "You wish to know who destroys your ships." "Name this blaggard that's been burning my fleet." "The price of crossing my doors is blood, captain." "That might explain why you're not so busy."
"Smyth? Smyth? What an exotic name, Hector. Didn't we once know someone named Smyth? Don't tell me, it's coming to me... I'll pull the memory straight from the abyss..." "Be warned, Jack!" "I'm remembering the visage of a pretty young lass. A fair beauty with one undeniable flaw — you." "Shut your trap!" "Now what was her name? The one you were revoltingly entwined with twenty years ago? She's on the tip of my tongue..." "You're about to lose that tongue!" "No, don't help me. I'll get it. It was a royal name — regal as the creature it adorned. Margaret! Margaret Smyth! I can picture her as if she were standing in front of me!"