Aye, it's true. I love Jack Sparrow. Best captain a man e'er had. Leastwise,
when he's daft and brilliant, and not just daft. Jack's not a melancholy
man, nor is he one to dwell too overlong on the practicalities of a
situation. I'm precisely the breed of first mate he requires.
Sparrow can make a crew steer against weather with just a glint of a smile
and a hint of great reward. I'm the one what makes sure there's not so much
sail aloft that we're likely to snap a yardarm.
I love Captain Jack Sparrow for needing me so.
Aye, I s'pose you might say I love the crew of the Black Pearl. Some
more'n others, as with any gathering of worthy hands before the mast.
There's not one of them I'd not trust in a pinch, but they're worthy
pirates. They're none of them handsome, but handsome is as handsome does,
and beauty's in the eye of the beholder, or the beheld, or the one what gets
held by which one, if you take my meaning. There's this thing, see, that
Cotton can do with his left hand while his right is... oh.
Well, never you mind then.
The Pearl? She's a right enough ship. But love? Nay, there's only one
woman has ever held my heart, and her coppery curls still shine bright in my
memory. Her eyes would light when I brought her a posy of the hedge-roses
that grew 'round the back gate at the public house. We were to be married,
you know. Aye, I was once a comely lad without garish whiskers and fearsome
piratical aspect; even a lovely lass might look upon me without too much
I've no great love for sailing ships -- they took me away from my
I have no love for the Sea. She's a fickle whore and she'll kill you soon as
look at you. She's got the bones of many an honest sailor in her belly, and
she's always hungering for more. She's got moods, moods like a woman bearing
child, but none of a mother's tenderness save to lull you into a foolish
She's a beauty, though; a terrible, enticing, dangerous beauty. I'd leave
the Sea and never come back to the surging waves again, had I a single
useful trade as a landsman.
I wish I'd never sailed on the Sea.
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