Jack: That’s the second time. I’ve had to watch the man sail away with my ship.
Swann: But you were marooned on this island before. We can escape the same way you did.
Jack: To what point and purpose, young missy. The black pearl is gone. Unless you have a rudder and sails hidden in that bodice. Unlikely, young Mr. Turner will be dead long before you can reach him.
Swann: But you’re captain Jack Sparrow. You vanished from seven agents of the East India company. You sacked Naaaau Port without even firing a shot. Are you the pirate I’ve read about or not? How did you escape last time?
Jack: Last time. I was here three days, all right! Last time the rumrunners used this island as a cache come by, and I was able to barter passage off. From the looks of things, they’ve long been out of business. Probably have your bloody friend. Norrington to thank for that.
Swann: So that’s it, then? That’s the secret grand adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow? You spent three days lying on a beach drinking rum?