Yakov snapped his fingers, and servants ran out and picked up his knives. When they handed him weapons of choice, he placed them back in his coat, witch was lined with hundreds of glistening and sparkling blades.

Yakov began to speak in fast Russian, which Dimitri easily translated. "We know that you have already dealt with the manners of cursed relics, and we have a good idea of what you are after."

"Well that isn't a hard assumption to figure out, now is it? I am of course after the Heart of God."

Dimitri translated, and spoke back "Yes, but do you know of what The Heart of God does?"

"Well yes! It can magicly make m rich."

After hearing the translated term, his head whipped around and he screamed at Sparrow, this time warping in and out of Russian, Latin, Mandarin, Spanish, Italian, and Greek, so Dimitri was struggling "Uh... You...um bastard have...no idea of what it... is? No does, does. Of what it does"

He made a point of not translating the horrendous swears that came fro Yakov.

"Well, either way, if you don't show us the way, we will be forced to kill you all."

Sparrow smiled and waved his hands dramatically "Well, while you have a nice knife trick, I doubt you can take us all, since you only have a crew of five... By the way, what is your ship?

Yakov new the last part of the question. "The Ragoon"

Sparrow spit up."WHAT! I don't believe you! That is a legend!"

Dimitri spoke "So is the Black Pearl"

"Yes for a different reason!"

Yakov smiled.

"You have been responsible for the death of thousands! And not for money! You just killed them all, because you could!"

Dimitri spoke again "They didn't have what Yakov wanted."

Sparrow twitched slightly, "So, when do we go?"