Pintel

— Look at them all.
— There's not been a gathering like this in our lifetime.
— And I owe them all money.

— Look alive and keep a weather eye. Not for nought it's called Shipwreck Island where lies Shipwreck Cove and the Town of Shipwreck.
— You heard him! Step lively!
— You know, for all that pirates are clever cogs, we are an unimaginative lot — when it comes to naming things.
— Right.
— I once sailed with a geezer, lost both of his arms, part of his eye.
— What'd you call him?
— Larry.

— Those aren't pieces of eight. They're just pieces of junk.
— Aye. The original plan was to use nine pieces of eight to bind Calypso, but when the first court met, the brethren were to a one skint broke.
— So change the name.
— What? To «nine pieces of whatever we happen to have in our pockets at the time»? Oh, yes, that sounds very pirate-y.

— He fell in love.
— No, no, no, no. I heard it was the sea he fell in love with.
— Same story, different versions, and all are true. See, it was a woman as changing and harsh and untamable as the sea. Him never stopped loving her. But the pain it cause him was too much to live with but not enough to cause him to die.
— What exactly did he put into the chest?
— Him heart.
— Literally or figuratively?
— He couldn't literally put his heart in a chest.
— Could he?
— It was not worth feeling what small, fleeting joy life brings. And so him carve out him heart, lock it away in a chest and hide the chest from the world. The key he keep with him at all times.

— I say it was Divine Providence what escaped us from jail.
— And I say it was me being clever. Ain't that right, poochie?
— Well, how'd you know it weren't Divine Providence what inspired you to be clever? Anyways, I ain't stealing no ship.
— It ain't stealing. It's salvaging. And since when did you care?
— Since we're not immortal no more. We gotta take care of our immortal souls.
— You know you can't read.
— It's the Bible. You get credit for trying.
— Pretending to read the Bible's a lie. That's a mark against...