Transcript (en)

You don't know what this is, do you? It's a pirate medallion. 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 him 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 single piece from that stone chest shall be punished for eternity. I hardly believe in ghost stories anymore, Captain Bulbara, sir. I... That's exactly what I thought when we were first told the tale. buried on an island of dead what 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. We spent them and traded them and threatened them away and 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 But now we are consumed by it But we are consumed by it