So you expect to leave me on some beach with nothing but a name and your word it's the one I need, and watch you sail away in my ship.
No.
I expect to leave you standing on some beach with absolutely no name at all, watching me sail away on my ship, and then I'll shout the name back to you.
Savvy?
But that still leaves me standing on some beach, with naught but a name and your word it's the one I need.
Of the two of us, I am the only one who hasn't committed mutiny.
Therefore, my word is the one we'll be trusting.
Although, I suppose I should be thanking you because, in fact, if you hadn't betrayed me and left me to die, I would have an equal share in that curse, same as you.
Funny old world, isn't it?
Captain! We're coming up on the Interceptor.
I'm having a thought here, Barbossa.
What say we run up a flag of truce, I scurry over to the Interceptor, and I negotiate the return of your medallion?
Now that's exactly the attitude that lost you the Pearl.
People are easier to search when they're dead.
Lock him in the brig.
Hands aloft to loose ta'gallants!
With this wind, she'll carry every sail we've got.