Elizabeth: But you were marooned on this island before, weren't you? So we can escape in the same way you did then.
Jack: To what point and purpose young missy? The Black Pearl is gone. Unless you have a rudder, and a lot of sails hidden in the bodice. Unlikely. Young mister Turner will be dead, long before you can reach him.
Elizabeth: But your Captain Jack Sparrow. You vanished from under the eyes of seven agents of the East India Company. You sacked Nassau Port without even firing a shot. Are you the pirate I read about or not?
Elizabeth: How did you escape last time?
Jack: Last time, I was here a grand total of three days all right? Last time, the rum runners used this island as a cache, and came by, I was able to barter passage off. From the looks of things, they've long been out of business. Probably have your bloody friend Norrington to thank for that.
Elizabeth: So that's it then? That's the secret, grand adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow. He spent three days, lying on a beach, drinking rum.
Jack: Welcome to the caribbean love.
Jack: No, no good. Stop! Not good. What are you doing? You burned all the food, the shade, the rum.
Elizabeth: Yes, the rum is gone.
Jack: Why is the rum gone?
Elizabeth: One, because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels. Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire Royal Navy is out looking for me, do you really think that there is even the slightest chance that they won't see it?
Jack: But why is the rum gone?
Elizabeth: Just wait Captain Sparrow. You give it one hour, maybe two, keep a whether eye open, and you will see white sails on that horizon.
Jack: Must have been terrible for you to be trapped here Jack, must have been terrible for you... Well it bloody is now.