"[after Barbossa asks for his plan]] Cuttlefish! Ay? Let us not, dear friends, forget our dear friends the cuttlefish...flippin' glorious little sausages. Pen them up together and they will devour each other without a second thought. Human nature, in'it? Ooor...fish nature. So yes! [Referring to Mistress Ching] We could hold up here, well-provisioned and well-armed, and half of us would be dead within the month! Which seems grim to me any way you slice it! Or! [starts to go to Gentleman Jocard and then walks around him]...ahh...as my learned colleague so naively suggests, we can release Calypso, and we can pray that she will be merciful-I rather doubt it. Can we, in fact, pretend that she is anything other than a woman scorned, like which fury Hell hath no? We cannot. Res ipsa loquitur, tabula in naufragio, we are left with but one option. I agree with, and I cannot believe the words are coming out of me mouth...Captain Swann. We must fight!"