Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

Ward doesn’t say anything about where the talisman needed to unlock
the door might be found. You won’t be able to get into the labyrinth,
much less the treasure room.”
Jack smiled. “There’s always a nice charge of black powder, Mr.
Beckett,” he reminded his employer. “That should prove persuasive to
just about any door.”
“Good point,” Beckett said. “And then you’d only have the
monsters and traps Captain Ward mentions to worry about.”
“That’s why I deserve my thirty percent,” Jack pointed out. “I’ve had
some slight experience with eldritch things. Thirty percent of the gold,
and all of your little treasure trove here,” he said, indicating the tray.
“Do we have an accord?”
Beckett hesitated, then shrugged. “Oh, very well,” he said, and
held out his hand. “Done.”
Jack shook it. “Done.”
“Shall we have a toast to our lucrative partnership?” Beckett said.
Jack nodded. “Suits me. I’m parched again.”
Beckett busied himself with glasses and a carafe at the
sideboard, while Jack examined the jewelry again, piece by piece.
Picking up the earrings, he slid them into the pocket-pouch he wore
beneath the waistband of his britches, the same one he used to carry
Tia Dalma’s compass. He had another such pocket on the other side
where he carried coins.
Beckett came back to the deck and handed Jack a glass of wine.
“A particularly fine port,” he said, and raised his glass in a toast. “To
finding Zerzura.”
“To finding Zerzura,” Jack echoed, and sipped. Presuming I do
find it, and I choose to share the location with you…
When he lowered the glass, Beckett was staring at him, his hand
out. “Jack…the earrings, please.”
Jack smiled and shook his head. “Sorry, mate. I’m going to need
something from Zerzura to show to the lady, maybe present ’em as a
gift, to get a conversation going about her homeland.” He raised his
eyebrows at Beckett. “I’ll tell her I light-fingered them from you, when
you showed me them to brag. That will set me apart from you and
Mercer.”