APPLICATION - Learned from the past
Y’ want t’ know what I’ve learned from me past, mate? It’s the value of trustin’ a bloke, even when y’ *don’t* trust ‘im. ‘Cause y’ can’t trust anybody, y’know. I learned *that* little gem the hard way.
Now you take a lad like Will Turner...good lad, him, good lad. Takes after his father...bit less of a scallywag at ‘eart, but good stock all the same. He’s *just* the kind ye gotta learn to trust and *not* trust. Can you count on the boy t’ be loyal and steadfast, an’ to watch yer back in a fair or unfair fight? Absolutely, mate.
Can y’ trust ‘im t’ escape trouble by bein’ sneaky an’ underhanded an’ devious, without pesky lit’le things like his conscience gettin’ in the way?
If y’ answer ‘yes’ to that, mate, I’m willin’ t’ bet ye prob’ly believe the story ‘bout me buildin’ a raft out of sea turtles, too.
When I meet a good man, I trust ‘im to be a good man. Now there’s certain things good men do and do well, like loyalty an’ honor an’ the like. Tried honor on a few times meself...but trustin’ a good man t’ be a good man also means you can’t trust ‘im with a lot else...doin’ things that go against his basic nature.
Borbosa made that mistake wit’ ol’ Bootstrap, Will’s father...he thought he could make a good man do somethin’ that good men just don’t do, an’ never pay a price for it. Well, he paid...when Turner sent that gold piece off to ‘is boy.
Secret t’ not payin’ prices like Borbosa did is treatin’ men like crew, not dogs. See, y’ can treat a crew like dogs s’ long as y’ treat ‘em like a crew, savvy? Like men and whatnot. Treat ‘em like naught but dogs...well, dogs bite.
And the last dog bit me? Shot ‘is cursed hide dead.
And I *do* mean cursed. Savvy?
Now you take a lad like Will Turner...good lad, him, good lad. Takes after his father...bit less of a scallywag at ‘eart, but good stock all the same. He’s *just* the kind ye gotta learn to trust and *not* trust. Can you count on the boy t’ be loyal and steadfast, an’ to watch yer back in a fair or unfair fight? Absolutely, mate.
Can y’ trust ‘im t’ escape trouble by bein’ sneaky an’ underhanded an’ devious, without pesky lit’le things like his conscience gettin’ in the way?
If y’ answer ‘yes’ to that, mate, I’m willin’ t’ bet ye prob’ly believe the story ‘bout me buildin’ a raft out of sea turtles, too.
When I meet a good man, I trust ‘im to be a good man. Now there’s certain things good men do and do well, like loyalty an’ honor an’ the like. Tried honor on a few times meself...but trustin’ a good man t’ be a good man also means you can’t trust ‘im with a lot else...doin’ things that go against his basic nature.
Borbosa made that mistake wit’ ol’ Bootstrap, Will’s father...he thought he could make a good man do somethin’ that good men just don’t do, an’ never pay a price for it. Well, he paid...when Turner sent that gold piece off to ‘is boy.
Secret t’ not payin’ prices like Borbosa did is treatin’ men like crew, not dogs. See, y’ can treat a crew like dogs s’ long as y’ treat ‘em like a crew, savvy? Like men and whatnot. Treat ‘em like naught but dogs...well, dogs bite.
And the last dog bit me? Shot ‘is cursed hide dead.
And I *do* mean cursed. Savvy?