[Will stoops down with the key to open the chest]
JACK SPARROW
Oy! What're you doing?
WILL TURNER
I'm gonna kill Jones.
[Jack draws his sword, points it at Will]
JACK SPARROW
Can't let you do that, William. 'Cause
if Jones is dead, who's to call his
terrible beastie off the hunt, eh? Now.
If you please: The key.
[Will backs up slowly, then suddenly draws Elizabeth's sword,
points it at Jack]
WILL TURNER
I keep the promises I make, Jack. I
intend to free my father. I hope you're
here to see it.
[Norrington draws his sword, points it at Will]
NORRINGTON
I can't let you do that, either. So
sorry.
JACK SPARROW
I knew you'd warm up to me eventually.
[Norrington points his sword at Jack]
NORRINGTON
Lord Beckett desires the contents of
that chest. I deliver it, and get my
life back.
JACK SPARROW
Ah. The dark side of ambition.
NORRINGTON
Oh, I prefer to see it as the promise
of redemption.
ELIZABETH SWANN
Stop it!
Be careful!
[various dueling interjections]
ELIZABETH SWANN
Jack!
WILL TURNER
Guard the chest!
[duel halts for a second]
ELIZABETH SWANN
*No*!
[duel resumes]
ELIZABETH SWANN
This is bar-*baric*! This is *no* way
for grown men to settle - ! Oh! Fine!
Let's just - *pull* out our swords and
start *banging* away at each other!
*This will solve everything!* I've had
it! I've had enough! Wobbly-legged,
rum-soaked... *pirates*!
[Elizabeth throws a rock at the duelists, but the rock goes far
to the left of them]
PINTEL
How'd this go all screwy?
