Let's just call this my cynical moment of the month, lol.
009 - fairy tales
Pirates were my fairy tales.
They sailed the seas, they had adventures, they were swashbuckling buccaneers who lived their lives for freedom.
What could be more romantic than that?
Yet pirates live for themselves, and for selfish impulse. They will trade a man who'd risked his own life to save theirs, to settle a debt that they themselves owe. They will abandon their ship and crew in a time of distress. They will come back, but will not face the inevitable and sacrifice themselves for the greater good.
I've grown up since then. I want what I can count on.
I want someone who acts on his conscience. I want someone who believes in me and what I can do. I want someone who will take an apprenticeship he'd never asked for and turn it into a craft. I want someone who puts the needs of others before himself. I want someone I know would sacrifice himself for the good of all, if that was the only thing that there was left to do. I want someone who picks up the pieces that others dropped, and defends despite the odds.
Will once told Jack he would die for me. I believe it.
I don't want fairy tales anymore, I want something real.
