Calypso [bad word]  my sweet. [bad word]  back to me.
Sail your heart to the open sea.
Let me take this task that you hold
And bring you back your life,
Jones.
Can't you see how we're meant to be?
Goddess and her man at sea.
Bound in Bones, locked far,
far away, I wish to make things right,
Jones.

Devy Jones [bad word]  me [bad word] now, back to me?
To sail with you on the open sea?
Locked in [bad word]  a whole
Century.
I hold no symapthy.
Left to rot, a crew cursed be mine.
My heart torn out by your hand,
Not I.
Now a void that not, could you fill.
This cold abyss inside.
Hoist the sails and cast out
The line!
Tonight we kill all who stand aside!
Damned we be, to eternity.
This fault belongs to
Ye!
FIVE YEARS!
TEN YEARS!
TWELVE YEARS!
DONE!
FIVE YEARS!
TEN YEARS!
TWELVE YEARS!
DONE!

Calypso

So, this is the path that you choose:
Raid the seas with your sea-bound
Crew.
Heart now gone, yet you hold the key.
Release yourself Davy...
Jones.