Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And.. you,
This diary is my birth right.
Or, Shall I tell you know who..
This ship. Those ghosts.
No vessel can outrun that wretched haul of the ship.
The tale of the greatest treasure known to man.
That'll do.
- You don't know what the honor is. - Spare mi my life.
Allows me to simplify this equation. Give me the map.
I know what it likes to be bested by Jack Sparrow.
Sir, look at your charts. I believe you're sailing us,
Place your hand on the Bible.
He doesn't like anybody.
Oh Please! I don't wanna be captain anymore.
- Take the captain's hat. - Perish my rhythm.
I confess that I will die before I give up this search.
There is nowhere to hide.
Henry!
Or to come in without good cause.
Madness!
No, no, no. Men, no, no.
- It has to be here. - Sail that land.
Reload!
I once knew a Spaniard named.
Shansa, you and I made a bond long ago.
The trident is Jack's only hope.
- Henry, no. - I've read about a treasure.
Inside the triangle.
I will never set foot in this town again, sir. Be mark of words.
She floats!
Along with a name and nothing else.
Last night there was a blood moon, just as you described.
What was her name.
Just because you can't see something does not mean it's not there.
Henry!
No, no. No need to fear me boy.
It's coming.
This chronometer keeps the exact time in London.
- The power of the sea. - To release the power of the sea..
Faster you pathetic built rats, you pump the builds..
the myths of the sea. I know every legend and every curse.
A message from someone you know, named Captain Salazar.
Get her!
Need just a moment to clear mi head.
- Carina! - I know what's ailing you boy.
-Bring the faucet. -Faucet, why?
Jack Sparrow.
Divide.
This is the diary of Galileo Galilei.
- I'd say we're more than that. - We'd find the Trident together.
- What are those things? - Our children.
- Or I'll put a bullet in your skull. - Jack, they are going to kill us.
Soon, there will be blood moon.
Do you even have a ship? A crew?
Jack de "Sparrow".
All must divide.
Just the man we've been looking for.
- This one is clearly disturbed. - Sir, trust in what I say.
Hector!
Monkey.
All the way to St Martin, against the tide.
Only the British Empire will hold the power of the sea.
The whole town speaks of you.
- What're you waiting for? - He doesn't appear to be.
She's sailing straight towards us.
Go on. She calls my name in the sleep?
You were right?