Jagger: I've heard it said that when a fugitive from justice is finally apprehended, they sleep like a newborn. It's the relief of it, I suppose. And yet they tell me that you haven't slept but a moment. That day after day, you sit here, alert and silent. The discipline of that is really quite breathtaking. But everything you do takes discipline. A man doesn't just wake up one morning, and find himself a legend, the stuff of ghost stories. He becomes a legend through force of will. Everything about you is the production of exertion. Even this silence.
Tom: Still, it wasn't my intention to add to the sum of that violence, and for that, I beg your forgiveness. Kate: You don't need my forgiveness. Tom: I very much do. Kate: It's not a crab's fault that it must walk sideways or a jackal's that it has a taste for carrion. Such creatures exist as God created them. As, I suppose, must you. So it's not a matter of forgiveness, so much as an acknowledgement of your nature.
Tom: That letter will find its way to the commodore. Nenna: I won't be in your debt, Tom. Tom: This isn't a debt. We're in check. Nenna: I don't play chess. Tom: I can teach you. Nenna: I didn't say I can't. I said I don’t.
Tim: On my mother's soul, he didn't do it. James: That's not an oath to be taken lightly. Tim: On my mother's soul and on my father's soul, too. On God's soul. James: Well, let's not damn ourselves to hellfire for the sake of a conversation, shall we?
Kate: You don't need my forgiveness.
Tom: I very much do.
Kate: It's not a crab's fault that it must walk sideways or a jackal's that it has a taste for carrion. Such creatures exist as God created them. As, I suppose, must you. So it's not a matter of forgiveness, so much as an acknowledgement of your nature.
Tom: But that's the price of a secret island: you can arrive, but you can never leave.
Nenna: I won't be in your debt, Tom.
Tom: This isn't a debt. We're in check.
Nenna: I don't play chess.
Tom: I can teach you.
Nenna: I didn't say I can't. I said I don’t.
James: That's not an oath to be taken lightly.
Tim: On my mother's soul and on my father's soul, too. On God's soul.
James: Well, let's not damn ourselves to hellfire for the sake of a conversation, shall we?
Blackbeard: Well, Him or the other one.