"De pirate Tartaglia had it first. Him was a little man, more thief than sailor but him sensed its power. Him used de watch as a false Piece of Eight to fool other pirates into believing him was a Pirate Lord."
"Release the prisoners from their cells...a fitting distraction for you. Set some gun powder within the yard to cover your escape. Block the entrances to the yard to stop reinforcements. And weaken the supports to the stocks platform."
"Where to, Jack?" "Port Royal. There's someone there... usually chock-a-block with helpful advice in such situations, savvy?" "And who is that?" "The beautiful yet quite exotic voodoo queen, Tia Dalma."
"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."