Pirates Of The Caribbean Captain Jack Sparrow Quotes の小説・ストーリー

The young man wanted to be serious, but the grandfather's mistake was too fatal to ignore. “Yes, that's what I mean,” Mr. Hunt muttered before patting the grandson's shoulders and giving him one strong jolt. “Now rise up, Julian! You must not appear weak or your opponent will laugh happily. You just need to hold on tighter. Remember! A captain doesn't give up his ship to pirates."

“We’ve discovered intelligence about rival pirate movements near a hidden island—potential artifacts that could shift our fortunes!” The commanding tone of his voice washed over her, yet she remained unfazed, her eyes still locked on the distant sea, barely flinching at his announcement. Lucas, catching up to Gabriel, leaned on the helm with a playful smirk, trying to lighten the moment. “And if all else fails, we might even discover some lost treasure along the way! Can you imagine the stories, Amelia? ‘Fearless Captain stumbles upon her fortune’!” His tone was laced with humor, the eagerness brimming from his voice like sunlight.

This time, though, he denied it immediately. A bitter laugh escaped her. She leaned close to him and lowered her voice so that only he could hear. "You want to know why I said 'too,' don't you? It's because when I fell into the water, I screamed, 'The captain's overboard!' And Gwendolyn, that fool, didn't even check. She jumped in without a second thought and hit the hull, breaking her leg." A vicious smile tugged at her lips as she added, "How could anyone survive in freezing water with a broken leg?"

“I understand this isn’t where you expected to be, but we may as well make the most of it. It isn’t everyday one finds himself on the maiden voyage of the greatest vessel ever to sail the seven seas.” Charlie laughed, picking up on the sarcasm in Jonathan’s tone. “God Himself could not sink this ship,” he replied, quoting the often repeated phrase. “Aye, but The New Yorker might,” Jonathan stated, gesturing at the wayward steamship floating aimlessly away from the docks. “Come on, let’s go over here where we can get a better look,” he insisted, placing his hand on Charlie’s shoulder and guiding him across the deck.

"What I'm trying to shorten is this negotiation." The captain fixes his butt back to his chair, then the pirates return to their spots. Calmly, "So, you can finish an unfinished spell? Then I can give you what you need," he responded. "A spell that can bring back a life. But what will it profit me?"

“I did not mean to listen in. I just happened along and could not help hearing. Is it true we are powerless against pirates?” “Well son,” the captain said with a scowl. “I do not like the term powerless. We are just a wee bit light on our defenses.” “Is that wise?” Herald queried. “I never question the orders of the master, young sir,” he said firmly. “I suggest you refrain as well. I will say that there is no accounting for the thinking of a man crazed by love. Wise or not, ‘tis the way it is and we all have to make the best of it.”

"I only like your opinion of me. I don't know myself anymore. I lost myself a long time ago." As if he deliberately talked about his dead lover all the time. He didn't realize how much I hated her, even though I'd only seen her picture. I never thought I'd be jealous of a dead woman. I removed his hand from my waist and headed toward the cabinet, sadness filling my face after pulling away from him. My eyes landed on a black eyepatch like the ones pirates wear. I smiled immediately when I remembered Jack Sparrow. As he straightened his stance, I placed it over my left eye and turned toward him.

George grunted agreement. “This is what comes of man pursuing mammon and turning his back on God,” the captain continued in a voice raspy from gin that nevertheless resonated with conviction and experience, as if he’d lived through famine and plague and knew a thing or two about calamity and human weakness. His watery blue eyes, set in the permanent squint of men who make their living on the water, twinkled, letting the younger man know he wasn’t entirely serious. “Behold,” he said, “with a great plague will the Lord smite thy people, and thy children, and thy wives, and all thy goods and a catastrophe that could strike a city. The sword is without, and the pestilence and the famine within!”

The man placing his coarse palms on his square hips, he sneered upon observing that Allen was now lacking his companion. “The Witch jumped ship, did she?” He remarked, displaying a cocky crooked smile as he spoke. Annoyed by the implication her retreat, Allen shook the water from his pistol as he responded, “She went to go hunt the monster that almost sunk your ship.” Snorting unimpressed at the retort, the Captain replied indifferently, “Well, honestly it doesn’t matter to me how she disappears. It would make my job a hell of a lot easier if she just drowns down there.”

He continued. "The night before he was to leave her the Captain asked the gods to pluck a few stars from the sky. The gods granted the generous and handsome Captain's wish." "The Captain is awfully fond of himself." She muttered. "No Love, just honest." He said, throwing a wink at her. "As a snake." She said playfully back. "Hey, that would hurt his feelings." He said looking offended. "I thought pirates didn't have any?" She said, raising an eyebrow at him.