Angelica Teach

— One pistol, one shot.
— To kill myself before I starve?
— There's no trusting you, love. Besides, this is a well-traveled trade route. You can signal a passing ship. Or you can just bite the proverbial bullet, as it were.

— Treasure. There is a chest with jewels. Jewels with the power to rule the wind and tide.
— You're making that up.

— Gentlemen. I be placed in a bewilderment. There I were... resting, and upon a sudden, I hear an ungodly row on deck. Sailors abandon their posts without orders, without leave. Men before the mast... taking the ship for themselves. What be that, first mate?
— Mutiny, captain.
— Again?
— Mutiny!
— Aye. Mutiny. And what fate befalls mutineers? Now, we know the answer to that, do we not? Mutineers hang!