The Depth's of A Soul
To all whom are concerned,
It is with my greatest delight, and alas, much to my dismay that I write this prologue to my deepest secrets that have never been once before revealed. It is not that I did not wish to share before my past; heavens no! I comprised in the depths of my thoughts however, that it seems to be a lot easier to create those thrilling stories that make your spines stand rigid and goose flesh to graze your once smooth skin, than telling the truest of tales. You find yourself finding no real thrill, no real reason over all, to producing that type of reality for those who live out life for simple adventure.
Sure adventure has its excitement and its uncanny resemblance to troubles-I should know, I have been thoroughly acquainted in such areas-but after all this time I realize, that even with all the adventures and tales that have been spun, and regretfully even, exaggerated to its most possible limit, there is always that prodding dismay protruding to the very center of your memory, looking for an escape.
The past.
My escape, this telling through this meager quill and paper.
I hope as this memoir of my life, most people will see the other side of this poor wretched soul as more than just a vile creature, and maybe as a more defined human being. A lost being, hopping to reach the surface of a bountiful sea.
Here is the depth's of a soul, do you dare to venture...
Most fortunately yours,
Captain Jack Sparrow.