"Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate." You said that, didn't you? You told me that I was obsessed with treasure, and then you said that and gave me the look - you know which look, that look, with your eyes and lips and face and it makes me want to cry or laugh or die - and then it was over.
Was it over?
Because the way we moved together today - the way you kicked and I jumped, the way we used that piece of rope to destroy a good part of the British Royal Navy. The way we were in unison. The way you looked at me in complete disdain. Was it the hat?
And then you disappeared from my life again, and left me here with Elizabeth. I admit. She is my treasure. She's all any man would ever dream of. And a governor's daughter! There would have to be something wrong with me, to want anything else. Anything different. Anything unnatural or, Jack, it's just wrong.
But there has to be something wrong with me because I don't want this. Not anymore. I love Elizabeth, but not the way the Commodore loved her. I love her as a sister, as a friend, a savior, and an angel. But not as a wife. I don't love anyone as a wife.
Why did I fight so hard for her? Was it for the adventure? The thrill? Of course I wanted to save her, to make sure nothing bad happened to her. But to marry her? I should have let the Commodore do that. I should have gone with you.
My heart calls to the ocean the way that my medallion did those months ago. Elizabeth knows. She knows not to mention Jack Sparrow. She knows the faraway look in my eyes. She knows where my heart lies.
She knows that, more than anything else; I want to be your treasure.
Was it over?
Because the way we moved together today - the way you kicked and I jumped, the way we used that piece of rope to destroy a good part of the British Royal Navy. The way we were in unison. The way you looked at me in complete disdain. Was it the hat?
And then you disappeared from my life again, and left me here with Elizabeth. I admit. She is my treasure. She's all any man would ever dream of. And a governor's daughter! There would have to be something wrong with me, to want anything else. Anything different. Anything unnatural or, Jack, it's just wrong.
But there has to be something wrong with me because I don't want this. Not anymore. I love Elizabeth, but not the way the Commodore loved her. I love her as a sister, as a friend, a savior, and an angel. But not as a wife. I don't love anyone as a wife.
Why did I fight so hard for her? Was it for the adventure? The thrill? Of course I wanted to save her, to make sure nothing bad happened to her. But to marry her? I should have let the Commodore do that. I should have gone with you.
My heart calls to the ocean the way that my medallion did those months ago. Elizabeth knows. She knows not to mention Jack Sparrow. She knows the faraway look in my eyes. She knows where my heart lies.
She knows that, more than anything else; I want to be your treasure.