WHAT'S IN A NAME?
jenthegypsy
"I knew him. Probably one of the few that knew him as William Turner. The others just called him Bootstrap or Bootstrap Bill."
"Bootstrap?"
"Aye"
"Bootstrap? What kind of name is Bootstrap? What does that even mean?"
"No need to go on about, boy. It is what he was called, that's all."
"His name was William Turner."
"And his name was Bootstrap Bill Turner. His pirate name, because, as I have mentioned to you repeatedly, your father was a pirate, and a good man. Now can we get on to something else? These circles in which you insist on talking are beginning to make my head ache."
"It is a stupid name. You are making it up, just as you are making it up that he was a pirate."
"And a good man."
"Blast it all to bloody hell! Stop saying that!"
"Temper, young Mister Turner, temper. It won't do to vex me at this tenuous point in our relationship, and you are drawing very near to doing so with your incessant prattle."
"But I…"
"By the gods, that's enough! I don't bloody know what it means, all right? He went by Bootstrap and he would never answer me as to why, so I can't possibly answer you as to why, now can I? Maybe he didn't know why! Bill didn't know. I don't know. You don't know. So, there we all are, none of us knowing, and none of us telling and only one us making a bleeding stink about it!"
"Oh."
"Oh?"
"That about covers it, yes."
"So we've finished with the bloody British Inquisition over your father's name then?"
"For the moment, Jack. We've finished for the moment."