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| Wind in the sails | |
| And what's the benefit for us | |
| Quiet, missie! | |
| This dock is off limits to civilians | |
| And ye will not lay a hand on those under the protection of parlay | |
| Up there! | |
| The rocks! | |
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| Drink up me hearties, yo ho | |
| Mr. Gibbs, that will do | |
| There's no real ship as can match the Interceptor | |
| What do you say to three shillings and we forget the name? | |
| Will Turner | |
| Lt. Norrington, I appreciate your fervor... | |
| Hello, chum | |
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