PotC: Dead Man’s Chest {Sentence Starters}
“Dirt. This is a jar of dirt.”
“You know you can’t read.”
“You want me to find this?”
“Enough! This is madness!”
“Why is the rum always gone?”
“I’m here to find the man I love.”
“If you don’t want it, give it back.”
“I’m listening. I’m listening intently.”
“Now you’re not making any sense at all.”
“How much do you know about Davy Jones?”
“Come to join my crew, lad? Welcome aboard!”
“You look bloody awful, what are you doing here?”
“Come to negotiate, eh? Have you, you slimy git?”
“You hired me. I can’t help it if your standards are lax.”
“Life is cruel. Why should the afterlife be any different?”
“Do excuse me while I kill the man who ruined my life.”
“I’m deeply flattered, but my first and only love is the sea.”
“I got a jar of dirt, I got a jar of dirt, and guess what’s inside it!”
“I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by.”
“There will come a time when you have a chance to do the right thing.”
“No! This is barbaric! This is no way for grown men to settle… oh, fine!”
“No doubt you’ve discovered that loyalty is no longer the currency of the realm.”
“I expect, then, that we can come to some sort of understanding. I’m here to negotiate.”
“My tremendous intuitive sense of the female creature informs me that you are troubled.”
“Let’s just haul out our swords and start banging away at each other! That will solve everything!”
“Do you fear… death? Do you fear that dark abyss? All your deeds laid bare, all your sins punished?”
