Turner: This ship has a purpose again. And where we are bound, she cannot come. One day ashore, ten years at sea. That’s a steep price for what’s been done.
Will: Depends on the one day.
Gibbs: Your chariot awaits, your highness. The oars are inside.
Pintel: Goodbye poppet.
Swann: Jack, Jack. It would have worked out between us.
Jack: Keep telling yourself, darling. Once was quite enough.
Swann: Thank you.
Will: I’m going to need the other one. It’s nearly sunset. It always belonged to you. Will you keep it safe?
Swann: Yes. Yes. Will
Will: Keep a weather eye on the horizon.