Jack makes it back to the Pearl and his good old crew, who of course, aren't all that pleased with their latest booty. Gibbs, as he sees the dead foot: "Not quite according plan." Jack: "Complications arose, ensued, were overcome." Gibbs: "You got what you went in for?" Jack: "Mm-hmm." Jack then shows off his super handy dandy "drawing" of a key. Gibbs: "Captain, I think the crew, meaning me as well, were expecting something a bit more. . . shiny. What with the Isla de Muerta going pear-shaped, reclaimed by the sea with the treasure. Crew member: "And the Royal Navy Chasing us around the Atlantic." Marty: "And the hurricane." Members: "Aye." Gibbs: "All in all, it seems some time since we did a speck of honest pirating." Jack: "Shiny?" Gibbs: "Aye, shiny." Jack: "Is that how you're all feeling? That perhaps dear old Jack is not serving your best interests as captain?" Awkward silence. . . until Cotton's parrot squawks: "Walk the plank." Ah man, dude, that hurts. Deep. Jack: "What did the bird say?"
And of course, he has to haul out his sword, I mean gun, (I just love these quotes). Crew member: "Do not blame the bird. Show us what is on that piece of cloth there." Well, if you're going to be all bossy, why don't you just tell us how you really feel. Then Jack pops up; Jack the monkey, that is. For some reason he's still immortal and all boney. So when Captain Jack shoots at it, nothing happens. Gibbs: "You know that don't do no good." Jack: "It does me." Now, back to the key. Marty: "It's a key." Jack: "No! Much more better. It's a drawing of a key!" Oh goody goody gumdrops guys, we have a picture of a key!

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