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601
You have my payment.
One soul to serve on your ship. 602
- One soul is not equal to another.
- Aha! 603
We've established my proposal is sound
in principle. Now we're haggling over price. 604
Price? 605
Just how many souls
do you think my soul is worth? 606
One hundred souls. 607
Three days. 608
You're a diamond, mate. Send me back
the boy. I'll get started right off. 609
I keep the boy.
A good-faith payment. 610
That leaves you only 99 more to go. 611
Have you not met Will Turner? 612
He's noble, heroic,
a terrific soprano. 613
Worth at least four. 614
Maybe three and a half. 615
And did I happen to mention... 616
he's in love? 617
With a girl. 618
Due to be married. 619
Betrothed. 620
Dividing him from her and her from him
would only be half as cruel 621
as actually allowing them
to be joined in holy matrimony. 622
Eh? 623
I keep the boy. 99 souls. 624
But I wonder, Sparrow, 625
can you live with this? 626
Can you condemn an innocent man,
a friend, 627
to a lifetime of servitude in your name
while you roam free? 628
Yep. I'm good with it. 629
Shall we seal it in blood?
I mean... ink. 630
Three days. 631
Three days. 632
- Er, Mr. Gibbs.
- Aye. 633
I- I feel sullied and unusual. 634
And how do you intend to harvest
these 99 souls in three days? 635
Fortunately, he was mum as to
the condition in which these souls need be. 636
Ah. 637
Tortuga. 638
Tortuga. 639
It's an outrage.
Port tariffs, berthing fees, 640
wharf handling
and, heaven help us, pilotage. 641
Are we all to work for
the East India Trading Company, then? 642
I'm afraid, sir, Tortuga is
the only free port left in these waters. 643
A pirate port is what you mean.
Well, I'm sorry. 644
An honest sailor is what I am. I make
my living fair and I sleep well each night. 645
S- sir! 646
She wants you
to do something. 647
She's trying to give a sign. 648
Whoa! 649
Over there! Look for a sign! 650
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