“The boy,” Barbossa told Elizabeth, “is the key. Bootstrap’s blood.”
They struck the deal. Will, who had spent his life forging iron straight, now found himself stealing the Interceptor , lying to the Royal Navy, and sailing into the teeth of a legend. The pirates of the Black Pearl weren’t just criminals. They were wrong .
“You get my ship,” Jack said, eyes glittering, “and I get your girl.” will turner curse of the black pearl
Will was thrown overboard. He surfaced gasping, watching the Interceptor burn. Jack was gone. Elizabeth was gone. And the Pearl vanished into mist, leaving Will alone in black water.
At the climax, with the moon full and bright, Will cut his palm. He bled onto the Aztec gold. The curse broke in a wave of silent, screaming light. Barbossa, finally feeling the bullet Jack had put in him decades ago, fell dead with an apple in his hand—bitten at last. “The boy,” Barbossa told Elizabeth, “is the key
He cut her bonds. Together they fought through the chaos—Will’s blade against Barbossa’s cutlass, Elizabeth firing into a skeleton’s ribs as it reached for her throat. Jack Sparrow, as always, betrayed everyone twice before settling on the side that paid best.
Will’s father, “Bootstrap” Bill Turner, had been a pirate on the Pearl . His blood, freely given, could end the curse. Barbossa had thought Bill dead. But Will was very much alive. The pirates of the Black Pearl weren’t just criminals
Will found Elizabeth in Barbossa’s cabin. She was pale but fierce, a pistol in her shaking hand.