Growing up is never an easy thing. Parents and children alike suffer
the same challenges and are enlightened by the same situations. There are
times when a child needs an embrace from a parent and a time when a child
runs in fear from their guardians, unable to look them in the eye. Parents,
on the other hand, also have their times of need for their offspring and
are sometimes unable to look a child, the embodiment of innocence, in the
eye because of their sins. The fact is, maturity has its laughs and laments
for both adult and child. It is a crucial part of life that teaches one
about the world around them, whether it is slowly or quickly. This message
holds true in many instances, though I shall focus on one.
Hector Barbossa.
Hector had a painful path to maturity and his parents had a painful journey with their son as well. He traveled a long road of losses, quarrels, danger and many other things a young child should not be settled with. Fate, however, plays a cruel game with the few mortals it wishes to corrupt and mold into the twisted, demented beings that are our antagonists today. Hector fell victim to this game of fate, which led him to his long- lasting demise.
But what happened exactly? What did fate do to corrupt this man? This child?
One must first understand there is good in all people...all.
I believe William Shakespeare put it best...
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage; The which if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
A note before we begin in travel to the past:
This is purely from my imagination. The events in this story are not true, probably anyway. They are purely fiction, my view on Barbossa's past. Argue with it all you want...tell me it's wrong...I could give a rat's tail. This is purely from my imagination, inspired by a few people in my life, fellow writers who support me and fill my mind with vivid descriptions and give life to my characters. Thank you, namely Sparrow, RiRi, Steven, Laura and Jen...the rest of you know who you are and that I love you deeply.
As for those of you still bitching, your logic doesn't apply here. How can it with a mysterious character of no stated origins and when there is practically no logic left in the world?
I write for enjoyment. I write for my readers. I write for myself.
And now, quoting Shakespeare again:
We lay our scene.
Hector Barbossa.
Hector had a painful path to maturity and his parents had a painful journey with their son as well. He traveled a long road of losses, quarrels, danger and many other things a young child should not be settled with. Fate, however, plays a cruel game with the few mortals it wishes to corrupt and mold into the twisted, demented beings that are our antagonists today. Hector fell victim to this game of fate, which led him to his long- lasting demise.
But what happened exactly? What did fate do to corrupt this man? This child?
One must first understand there is good in all people...all.
I believe William Shakespeare put it best...
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage; The which if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
A note before we begin in travel to the past:
This is purely from my imagination. The events in this story are not true, probably anyway. They are purely fiction, my view on Barbossa's past. Argue with it all you want...tell me it's wrong...I could give a rat's tail. This is purely from my imagination, inspired by a few people in my life, fellow writers who support me and fill my mind with vivid descriptions and give life to my characters. Thank you, namely Sparrow, RiRi, Steven, Laura and Jen...the rest of you know who you are and that I love you deeply.
As for those of you still bitching, your logic doesn't apply here. How can it with a mysterious character of no stated origins and when there is practically no logic left in the world?
I write for enjoyment. I write for my readers. I write for myself.
And now, quoting Shakespeare again:
We lay our scene.