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Curse of the Black Pearl
For too long I've been parched of thirst and unable to quench it. Too long I've been starving to death and haven't died. I feel nothing. Not the wind on my face nor the spray of the sea. Nor the warmth of a woman's flesh.
You best start believing in ghost stories Miss Turner. You're in one.
Dead Man's Chest
Open the chest with the key, and stab the heart. No-no-no-no. Don't stab the heart. The Dutchman needs a living heart, or there'll be no captain. And if there's no captain, there's no one to have the key.
At World's End
There's an Evil on these Seas that even the most staunch and bloodthirsty pirates have come to fear.