That is, bringing together of the representatives of the myriad of Christian sects under one roof for an afternoon. The more daring ones think that the inclusion of the Jewish community is a giant step for mankind. Some other groups have created a new club under the title, "Abrahamanic Religions.
Others, similarly, have learnt to pay lip-service to the idea of "inter-faith dialogue" but in actual practice continue to live in the Middle Ages. As for my friend's distress over the sad incident in Nova Scotia, I can only point to the unfortunate outcomes of the debates over Sunday and the Lord's Prayer in recent years. I feel compelled to remind him that the loss of Sunday as a day of rest and the removal of the Lord's Prayer from the public forum, were not at the behest of non-Christian faiths.
Both situations arose from the rigidity of a few fundamentalist Christian groups who refused to accommodate the inclusion of observances of all faiths in a multi-faith society. It was that intransigency that led to the dilution of faith observances in our lives. The laws of this land, in their objectivity and sense of fairness, had no choice but to rule that no observance is preferable to selective observance, especially when the latter pointedly rejects the rights of others.
I, for one, would welcome some prayer, any prayer, even the Lord's Prayer -- a Christian observance -- in preference to NO prayer. After all, my father sent my siblings and I to Christian schools, feeling no threat from an alien faith. And when it was my turn, it took no bravery or risk on my part to send my daughter, on her consent and mine, first to a Catholic school, and then an Anglican school, at substantial financial cost to us. In each case, in preference to the antiseptic public system.
My father and I had simply chosen better schools for our children, that's all. Tap here to turn on desktop notifications to get the news sent straight to you. A Palestinian woman holds up a Koran during a demonstration on March 6, outside Damascus gate, in the old city of Jerusalem, against an Israeli policeman who had kicked a copy of the Muslim holy book.
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I thought it was sad. And bizarre. Well, my friend has a short memory. Or, is it just the blinders he wears over his own eyes? This narrow-mindedness is not unique to Christians. That's interfaith? With nary a Sikh, Hindu or Buddhist in sight? All I can say to my friend is this: Closed minds can do much harm to us all.
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And I'd like to remain a captain. And what have you to trade for it? At least, I'm pretty sure I didn't misplace it somewhere along the way. What is it you want? Do you mind if I sit down? I've had rather a rough day, all things considered Must have words with that first mate of mine.
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Bit of a loose cannon, he is. Vagabonds and lummoxes! What are they doing in our Caribbean, I'd like to know? Don't they have their own sea to pillage and plunder? You're right, the noble Captain Jack Sparrow can't just sit idly by and let gold—I mean, this fine young lady—sail off to her doom. Clearly, we must go after the go—I mean, the young lady. It's only right and proper. Trim the jib! Man the helm! We've got some rescuing to do! Well, that and 'danger'. And 'freedom'. And possibly Robert. Depends on who you ask, really. I presumed you must be addressing some other Jack, one who was not captain of the finest ship ever to sail the Seven Seas—since surely if you were addressing me, you would have said 'Captain Jack,' isn't that right?
Is it really you? I wondered if I would see you here sooner or later. This is your lucky day, old friend! It just so happens that due to surprising and unforeseen circumstances entirely beyond my control, there is a position available with my crew. I'm off to find a ship whose cap'n ain't barmy as a seagull. Know anyone else who might want to join us?
Thanks, Jack, flattered, but I'm not looking for work. I'm just trying to get home. Take a look at my ship! The Black Pearl , Billy—remember the stories we used to hear about the fastest ship in the world? This is it! But it's even faster now. No thanks, Jack. I have responsibilities now. And how is the little wife? I know she'd love for you to visit. And then you could meet our son. Come again? Did you name him Jack, by any chance? He's a William, like me.
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I've been stranded on Tortuga ever since. Is Old Holland anywhere near Shanghai? Maybe he just got confused. Anyway, it could be worse. We could have veered off to Australia. New Holland is Australia! The gods have indeed given us their favor today. Please, come aboard the Empress so we can meet properly.
Quite happy over here, thanks. I insist. Is it not obvious? I am Sao Feng. Nope, never heard of 'im. I'm only the fiercest captain to ever sail the South China Sea! The Seven Seas, in fact! Last I heard, it was a fellow by the name of Liang Dao. He inherited the title of Pirate Lord from our father.
I don't want to get my hands wet. You grab it! This is your quest! Where does this Pirate Lord live? Sri Sumbhajee has been tormenting the ships going in and out of this port for years. I say we go in with guns a-blazing and swords held high and demand that he hand over his vial of Shadow Gold. We're going to regret this. I feel like we've been here before, Hector, don't you? What do they call that? I'll find us a new crew. I'll take care of everything.
Wake me once we'ree in the Atlantic, will you? How far along are you? My groom has dreamy eyes and speaks fancy words, with lots of syllables. Men all over the world speak his name Thinks he can marry the both of us! Don't you see? This is all the doing of one man! Jack Sparrow!
Not that I didn't trust Jack, but in case he got cold feet, I thought, perhaps, taking these out of his boat might slow him down a bit. It is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder, and otherwise pilfer my weaselly black guts out. And My hat! It's just you and me now. It's you and old Jack. Come on. That's a boy. Good boy. Come get the bone. That's a good boy. A bit closer. That's it. That's it, doggy. Come on, you filthy, slimy, mangy cur.
Don't do that. I didn't mean it. I didn't The deepest circle of hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers. We're going to commandeer that ship. Nautical term. We'd have had a hard time of it by ourselves. The man who did the waking buys the man who was sleeping a drink. The man who was sleeping drinks it while listening to a proposition from the man who did the waking.
Cotton, do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death? Answer, man. I was here a grand total of three days, all right?
Last time They came by and I was able to barter passage off. Must have been terrible for you'—Well it bloody is now! Know that. It would never have worked between us darling I'm sorry. That was before I'd met him. Back when he was captain of the Black Pearl. He failed to mention that. And a hard-learned lesson it was. See, three days out on the venture, the first mate comes to him and says everything's an equal share. That should mean the location of the treasure , too. So, Jack gives up the bearings. That night, there was a mutiny.
They marooned Jack on an island and left him to die, but not before he'd gone mad with the heat. I meant, why aren't we doing what Mr. Sparrow said we should do, with the cannons and all? Sparrow who said it. You think he wasn't telling the truth? And this is how you thank me? By throwing in your lot with him? He's a pirate! He has nowhere to go but back to the noose! It's a shilling to tie up your boat at the dock. And I shall need to know your name. Welcome to Port Royal, Mr. And no lies. Jack Sparrow, isn't it? Crossing blades with a pirate? Only a little.
And I practice with them You need to find yourself a girl, mate. Or, perhaps the reason you practice three hours a day is that you've already found one, and are otherwise incapable of wooing said strumpet. You're not a eunuch, are you? Do we have an accord? Get me out. Or there's no use going. This girl How far are you willing to go to save her? No worries then. It's not worth you getting beat again. You ignored the rules of engagement. In a fair fight, I'd kill you. The only rules that really matter are these. What a man can do and what a man can't do. For instance, you can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man or you can't.
But pirate is in your blood, boy, so you'll have to square with that someday. Now, me, for example, I can let you drown. But I can't bring this ship into Tortuga all by me onesy, savvy? Can you sail under the command of a pirate? Or can you not? I expect to leave you standing on some beach with absolutely no name at all, watching me sail away on my ship, and then I'll shout the name back to you. Therefore, my word is the one we'll be trusting.
Although, I suppose I should be thanking you because, in fact, if you hadn't betrayed me and left me to die, I would have an equal share in that curse, same as you. Funny old world, isn't it? What say we run up a flag of truce, I scurry over to the Interceptor , and I negotiate the return of your medallion, eh? What say you to that? People are easy to search when they're dead. Lock him in the brig. Did ye not notice? That be the same little island we made you governor of on our last little trip. I did notice. Not good! What are you doing? You burned all the food, the shade!
The rum! Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire Royal Navy is out looking for me. Do you really think that there is even the slightest chance that they won't see it? You give it one hour, maybe two, keep a weather eye open and you will see white sails on that horizon. Apologies, you give the orders. But it turns out you're a hard man to predict. I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest.
It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly Are we to be two immortals locked in an epic battle until judgment day and trumpets sound? The Black Pearl is yours. On deck, you scabrous dogs! Hands to braces! Let go and haul to run free. Bring me that horizon. That's a signal to our rickett ridden crew, and they'd best be watching for it.
We set sail aboard the Interceptor , a brisk and sturdy vessel formerly the British Royal Navy. Lovely town. So much to see and do. But I'd picked a rueful time to visit, for the eve of my arrival the town came under siege by Black Smoke James —named for the cloud of black smoke he created to baffle his enemies.
He was desirous to appoint himself magistrate of the island—a detail of grave concern to the man who a priori held the position. The not-very-often heroic Will Turner had handed himself over as Barbossa's prisoner. While I was marooned once again on Rum Island. This time with the lady Elizabeth at me side, which improved the view dramatically. Nevertheless, we've no hope of escape. Where did you get all that? Among our many sources, we have a detailed account of your recent criminal activities in the town of Port Royal. Port Royal would've been burnt to cinders if it were not for my heroic interventions.
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I'll keep these scallywags at bay with the point of me blade. That certainly makes things easier. Your account couldn't be further from the truth.
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Elizabeth escaped on her own. It was you taken captive by Barbossa aboard the Black Pearl. So helpful to have you by my side, correcting my inaccuracy. The man who sunk a French war galleon with naught but his cutlass and a diving bell. Mustn't leave that one out. Jeremy here pours a spirited spirit. And preceded to eat his own finger, to which I replied, that's not right. Even if he did know where that finger's been. Ah yes, master Gibbs tells me you've taken her. So how is she? As beautiful as ever? A word of warning mate, once you've had a taste, you'll only want more.
Lest you start to covet the Black Pearl for your own, know this. The wind is her true master. It's written in stone, on a thing called the Headstone. Now this is for your efforts. But, help me find the Headstone and I promise you it will be worth your while. The catch is, no map will lead you to it, but I happen to know where it's buried Del Fuego you know, the volcano. Lava, natives chanting, headstone thrones. We wouldn't want to lose this prize to our dear friends in the Royal Navy. I'm told they're on the hunt already.
When you get there, find Valentina. She might know where to start looking. And I will meet up with you there as soon as Master Gibbs here can ready the crew. Beck, we had a deal! But Sparrow paid me double what you was payin'. A pretty piece of profit, too! So here's your gold back. If we don't have the key, we can't open whatever it is we don't have that it unlocks. So what purpose would be served in finding whatever need be unlocked, which we don't have, without first having found the key what unlocks it?
I want to shoot something! You want you to find this, because the finding of this finds you incapacitorially finding and or locating in your discovering the detecting of a way to save your dolly belle, ol' what's-her-face. An undead monkey. Top that! You long for freedom. You long to do what you want to do because you want it. To act on selfish impulse. You want to see what it's like. One day you won't be able to resist. I like to wave at them as they pass by. Oi, fish-face! Lose something?
Pause, then Jack's hand, holding the jar comes back into view] Got it! Come to negotiate, eh, have you, you slimy git?! Look what I've got. I've got a jar of dirt! And guess what's inside it! Where's the thump-thump? Something's got Jack vexed, and mark my words, what bodes ill for Jack Sparrow bodes ill for us all.
How do you know him? And we've each left our mark on the other. Owes me four doubloons. Heard he was dead. That's what I heard. Drunk, with a smile on his face. Sure as the tide, Jack Sparrow turn up in Singapore. A fearsome creature with giant tentacles that'll suction your face clean off, and drag an entire ship down to the crushing darkness The Kraken. They say the stench of its breath is like Imagine, the last thing you know on God's green earth is the roar of the Kraken and the reeking odor of a thousand rotting corpses If you believe such things.
Bad enough, even, to go visit I always knew you were a good man. And already the world seems a bit less bright. He fooled us all, right till the end, but I guess that honest streak finally won out. To Jack Sparrow! What would any of you be willing to do, hm? Would you sail to the ends of the Earth and beyond, to fetch back witty Jack and him precious Pearl? That perhaps dear ol' Jack is not serving your best interests as captain? So we're setting out to find whatever this key unlocks. Davy Jones. So it's you, then. He shanghaied you into service, eh? Tia Dalma and I go way back. Thick as thieves.
Nigh inseparable, we are. Have been. That was our agreement! Have you not introduced yourself all these years as Captain Jack Sparrow? Ha ha ha! I and you. Except for a sense of honor and decency and a moral center. And personal hygiene. A big disappointment. Never seems to stick. One hour to escape the hangman's noose. My favorite two syllable word.
You have a plan? Just follow my lead, eh? Lots of company. You have to find the gypsy woman, Tia Dalma. The Black Pearl raised from the depths - in exchange for my soul, in servitude aboard the Flying Dutchman. Now the devil wants his due, and Must reach land! There's someone there Not exactly a safe place, is it, Jack? Beckett has a price on our heads. And better being hung than being someone's dinner, eh, mate?
Now witness my desperate search for the voodoo queen, Tia Dalma. Never heard that before. Four of you have tried to kill me in the past. One of you succeeded. And you felt guilty, and you and your Brethren Court Did no one come to save me just because they missed me? That's how I get by. Let us not, dear friends, forget our dear friends, the cuttlefish. Flipper glorious little sausages.
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Pen'em up together and they will devour each other without a second thought. Human nature, isn't it? So yes, we could hole up here, well provisioned and well armed, and half of us would be dead within the month, which quite seems grim to me any way you slice it. Can we, in fact, pretend that she is anything other than a woman scorned, like which fury Hell hath no? We cannot. Res ipsa loquitur, tabula in naufragio, we are left but with one option. I agree with, and I cannot believe the words that are coming out of me mouth Captain Swann. We must fight. I dropped me brain.
Listen to me. Yes, I lied to you. No, I don't love you. Of course it makes you look fat. I've never been to Brussels. It is pronounced ' e-gre-gious '. By the way, no, I've never actually met Pizarro, but I love his pies. And all of this pales to utter insignificance in light of the fact that my ship is once again gone. It's been too long. Hasn't it? Isla de Muerta, remember? You shot me. No I didn't. Think you can outrun the world? You know, the problem with bein' the last of anythin', is by and by there'll be none left at all.
We're living proof, you and me. There's never a guarantee of comin' back, but passin' on, that's dead certain. Summoning the Brethren Court, then, is it? There's just…less in it. You pay me a great insult once. Then you'd be wishing, 'Oh, if only there was someone I had not killed inside to ensure that the pirates then come outside.
You may kill me, but you may never insult me. Who am I? I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. I once sailed with a geezer lost both of his arms and part of his eye.
The lost bird. A lost bird that never learned to fly. But, it's never too late to learn! Hand it over! It would never have worked out between us. You may throw my hat if you like. Gibbs, any particular reason why my ship gone? We're on the ship. The ship's gone! Short trip. The original. The only! Edward Teach. The pirate all pirates fear. Resurrector of the dead in his spare time. Mutiny most foul. Because I will not be doing it again. Sudden urge to jump? I don't have it. There's no one there.
You will bring no harm to Angelica. It's a pirate's life for me. Presiding over these trials, all rise and attend for the right honorable Justice Smith! You were saying? Sparrow is not my name. My name is Joshamee Gibbs. It says Jack Sparrow here. The crime of which you have been found guilty of, is of being innocent of being Jack Sparrow. I hereby commute your sentence and order that you be imprisoned for the remainder of your miserable, moribund, mutton-chopped life.
Last I heard, you were hell-bent to find the Fountain of Youth. Any luck? I am just as bent as ever. Hellishly so. I shall taste those waters, Master Gibbs. Mark my words. There should be a 'Captain' in there somewhere. And you know who I am. How nice to see a fellow pirate make good of himself. On a sanctioned mission, under the authority and protection of the Crown. But first. What has become of my beloved Pearl? I defended her mightily enough, but she be sunk nonetheless. Where's the harm in joining the winning side?