A Problem, by Captain Jack Sparrow.
There. That's the truth of the Treasure... For a time, I thought we'd gotten away with it. Then the Dutchman roared up from the water behind us, cannons already bristling. We've no real hope of fighting her, not with such a meager crew. Which means there's only one other option really. If we can sail the Black Pearl into the crease of the map and cross between worlds, we might just give Jones the slip once and for all. Ta-ta, Tortuga. Adiós, Isla de Muerta. Au revoir, Saint Martin. It's time for Captain Jack Sparrow to sail beyond the horizon.