Barbossa was a coniving, scurvy scoundrel. After betraying his captain, Jack Sparrow, he lead the crew, now under his command, to the dreaded Isla de Muerta and to the cursed Aztec gold. As the lengend goes, any mortal who removes a piece of the gold shall be cursed for eternity, unless all the pieces are returned and repaid in blood. They would be cursed to live forever, with all the desires of the living, but without the ability to satisfy them. For ten years, the damned crew of the Black Pearl hunted down each of the 882 medallions that needed to be returned in order to break the curse, along with the blood to be repaid.

As captain of the Black Pearl, Barbossa was ruthless. He mercilessly punished those who tried to undermine him, including one Bootstrap Bill, who sent off a piece of the gold to his son in an attempt to prevent the curse from being lifted. In response, Barbossa tossed him into the black oblivion of Davy Jones' Locker.

Ten years later, the crew sails into Port Royal to find the final missing piece, presently in the possession of a girl who calls herself Elizabeth Turner. She has the right name, and is of proper age, so Barbossa can only assume it is her blood they need to lift the curse. Little do they know that it is Will Turner's blood (the son of William Turner, or Bootstrap) they need.

It is Jack who finally enlightens Barbossa about the mix-up, and tries to use Will as leverage. As fortune would have it, Barbosa gets to Will without owing his former captain anything. Consequently, Barbossa maroons Jack yet again to get him out of the way... but Jack manages to escape once more and finds Barbossa. With perfectly synchronized timing, Will lifts the curse and Jack kills Barbossa with the single shot from the pistol he gave Jack twice to use on himself. Just before he dies, Barbossa feels one last thing after a decade of numbness; cold. He falls dead, dropping the apple which he was carrying to eat the moment the curse was lifted.

Barbosa Highlights

Will: You are familiar with that ship, the Black Pearl?
Jack: I’ve heard of it.
Will: Where does it make berth?
Jack: Where does it make berth? Have you not heard the stories? Captain Barbossa and his crew of miscreants sailed from the dreaded Isla de Muerta. It’s an island that cannot be found except by those who already know where it is.

Barbossa: You best start believing in ghost stories Miss Turner... you’re in one!

Elizabeth: I want you to leave and never come back.
Barbossa: I’m disinclined to acquiesce to your request... means no.
Elizabeth: Very well. I’ll drop it.
Barbossa: Me holds are burstin' with swag and that bit of shine matters to us?

Barbossa: So you expect to leave me standing on some beach with nothing but a name and your word it’s the one I need and watch you sail away on my ship?
Jack: No. I expect to leave you standing on some beach with absolutely no name at all, watching me sail away on my ship and then I’ll shout the name back to you. Savvy?
Barbossa: But that still leaves us with the problem of me standing on some beach with naught but a name and your word it’s the one I need.
Jack: Of the two of us I am the only one who hasn't committed mutiny, therefore my word is the one we'll be trusting. Although, I suppose I should be thanking you because in fact, if you hadn’t betrayed me and left me to die, I would have an equal share in that curse same as you. Funny ol' world, in't?

Barbossa: Look! The moonlight shows us for what we really are. We are not among the living and so we cannot die but neither are we dead. For too long I’ve been parched with thirst and unable to quench it. Too long I’ve been starving to death and haven’t died. I feel nothing, not the wind on my face nor the spray of the sea, nor the warmth of a woman's flesh.

Barbossa: You're off the edge of the map, mate. Here there be monsters.

Barbossa: So what now, Jack Sparrow? Will it be it two immortals locked in an epic battle until Judgment Day and trumpets sound? Hm?
Jack: Or you could surrender.

Barbossa: There are a lot of long words in there, Miss. We’re naught but humble pirates.

Barbossa: Why thank you, Jack.
Jack: You're welcome.
Barbossa: Not you. We named the monkey Jack.

Barbossa: Gentlemen, the time has come! Salvation is nigh! Our torment is near at end. For ten years we’ve been tested and tried and each man here has proved his mettle a hundred times over... and a hundred times again! Punished we were. The lot of us - disproportionate to our crime. Here it is... the cursed treasure of Cortés himself. Every last piece that went astray we have returned... save for this!

Will: Barbossa, you lying bastard! You swore she’d go free!
Barbossa: Don't dare impugn me honor, boy. I agreed she'd go free it was you who failed to specify when or where... Though it does seem a shame to lose something so fine, don't it lads?
Pirates: Aye.
Barbossa: So I'll be having that dress back before you go.
Elizabeth: It goes with your black heart.

Elizabeth: Wait! You have to take me to shore. According to the code of the order of the brethren...
Barbossa: First, your return to shore was not part of our negotiations nor our agreement so I must do nothing. And secondly, you must be a pirate for the pirate's code to apply and you're not. And thirdly, the code is more what you'd call "guidelines" than actual rules. Welcome aboard the Black Pearl, Miss Turner.

Jack: I'm having a thought here, Barbossa. What say we run up a flag of truce? I scurry over to the Interceptor and I negotiate the return of your medallion, aye? What say you to that?
Barbossa: Now you see, Jack, that's exactly the attitude that lost you the Pearl. People are easy to search when they're dead.

Jack: I really had rather hoped we were past all this.
Barbossa: Jack... Jack! Did ya not notice? That be the same little island that we made you Governor of on our last little trip.
Jack: I did notice.
Barbossa: Perhaps you'll be able to conjure up another miraculous escape. But I doubt it. Off you go.
Jack: Last time you left me a pistol with one shot.
Barbossa: By the powers, you're right. Were be Jack 's pistol? Bring it forward.
Jack: Seeing as there's two of us, a gentleman would give us a pair of pistols.
Barbossa: It'll be one pistol as before and you can be the gentleman and shoot the lady and starve to death yourself.

Jack: I'll sail under your colors, I'll give you ten percent of me plunder and you get to introduce yourself as... Commodore Barbossa. Savvy?
Barbossa: I s'pose in exchange you want me not to kill the whelp.
Jack: No, no, not at all by all means, kill the whelp. Just not yet. Wait to lift the curse... until the opportune moment. For instance, after you've killed Norrington's men... every... last... one.
Will: You've been planning this from the beginning. Ever since you learned my name.
Jack: Yeah.
Barbossa: I want fifty percent of your plunder.
Jack: Fifteen.
Barbossa: Forty.
Jack: Twenty-five. And I'll buy you the hat, a really big one... Commodore.
Barbossa: We have an accord.

Barbossa: You know the first thing I'm goin' to do after the curse is lifted... eat a whole bushel of apples.

Barbossa: You don't know what this is, do ye?
Elizabeth: It's a pirate medallion.
Barbossa: This is Aztec gold. One of 882 identical pieces they delivered in a stone chest to Cortes himself. Blood money paid to stem the slaughter he wreaked upon them with his armies. But the greed of Cortes was insatiable. So the heathen gods placed upon the gold... a terrible curse. Any mortal that removes but a piece from that stone chest shall be punished for eternity.
Elizabeth: I hardly believe in ghost stories anymore, Captain Barbossa .
Barbossa: Aye, that's exactly what I thought when we were first told the tale. Buried on an island that cannot be found except for those who know where it is. Find it, we did. There be the chest, inside be the gold, we took them all. Spent them and traded them. We frittered them away on drink and food and pleasurable company. The more we gave them away, the more we came to realize... the drink would not satisfy, food turned to ash in our mouths, and all the pleasurable company in the world could not slake our lust. We are cursed men, Miss Turner . Compelled by greed we were, and now we are consumed by it. There is one way we can end our curse. All the scattered pieces of the Aztec gold must be restored and the blood repaid. Thanks to ye we have the final piece.
Elizabeth: And the blood to be repaid?
Barbossa: That's why there's no sense to be killing ye... yet.

Barbossa: I feel... cold.

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