Let no joyful voice be heard! Let no man look up at the sky with hope! And let this day be cursed by we who ready to wake ... the Kraken !

Do you fear death ? Do you fear that dark abyss ? All your deeds laid bare. All your sins punished. I can offer you...an escape. I offer you a choice. Join my crew...and postpone the judgment. One hundred years before the mast. Will ye serve ?

Tia Dalma: My sweet... you come for me?
Davy Jones: You were expecting me.
Tia Dalma: It has been torture, trapped in this single form... cut off from the sea... from all that I love... from you.
Davy Jones: Ten years I devoted to the duty you charged me. Ten years I looked after those who'd died at sea. And finally, when we could be together again, you weren't there. Why weren't you there?
Tia Dalma: It's my nature. Would you love me if I was anything but what I am?
Davy Jones: I do not love you.
Tia Dalma: Many things you were, Davy Jones, but never cruel. You have corrupted your purpose and so yourself. And you did hide away what should always have been mine.
Davy Jones: Calypso...
Tia Dalma: I will be free, and when I am, I would give you my heart and we would be together always. If only you had a heart to give.
Tia Dalma: Why did you come?
Davy Jones: And what fate have you planned for your captors?
Tia Dalma: The Brethren Court? All of them... the last thing they will learn in this life is how cruel I can be. And what of your fate... Davy Jones?
Davy Jones: MY HEART WILL ALWAYS BELONG TO YOU.

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted— NEVERMORE!