"What a most fortunate meeting this is. The gods have indeed given us their favor today. Please, come aboard the Empress so we can meet properly." "Oh, that's all right. Quite happy over here, thanks." "No, really. I insist." "And who is doing the inviting, if I might ask?" "Me? Is it not obvious? I am Sao Feng." "Sao Feng, Sao Feng. Nope, never heard of 'im." "Never heard of me! I'm only the fiercest captain to ever sail the South China Sea! The Seven Seas, in fact!" "The fiercest, eh? Then shouldn't you be the Pirate Lord of Singapore and the South China Sea? Last I heard, it was a fellow by the name of Liang Dao." "Liang Dao is my older brother. He inherited the title of Pirate Lord from our father."
"Have you heard anything from Will? I trust young Turner to acquire the charts and you to remember your place in the presence of Captain Sao Feng." "Is he that terrifying?" "He's much like meself, but absent my merciful nature and sense of fair play."
"You are Sao Feng, the Pirate Lord of Singapore. You command in an age of piracy where bold captains sail free waters. Where waves aren't measured in feet, but as increments of fear, and those who pass the test become legend. Would you have that era come to an end on your watch? The most notorious pirates from around the world are uniting against our enemy, and yet you sit here cowering in your bathwater!"
"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."