There comes a time when one must take responsibility for one's mistakes.
I need that compass of yours, Jack.
I must trade it for her freedom.
- Mr. Gibbs.
- Captain.
We have a need to travel upriver.
By need, do you mean a trifling need?
Fleeting?
As in, say, a passing fancy?
No, a resolute and unyielding need.
What we need to do is make sail for Port Royal with all haste.
William, I shall trade you the compass if you will help me to find this.
- You want me to find this?
- No.
You want you to find this, because the finding of this finds you incapacitorially finding and/or locating in your discovering a way to save your dolly belle, ol' what's-her-face.
Savvy?
This is going to save Elizabeth?
How much do you know about Davy Jones?
Not much.
Yeah, it's going to save Elizabeth.
What's all this?
If you both fancy the dress, you'll just have to share and wear it one after the other.