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Prompt #16 - Do you believe in destiny?
I never used to but I suppose with the way that things stand now, I have no choice but to believe.
I have spent so long living a good life and being a good man and I have spent so long denying something I knew to be true long before Jack spoke the words to me. I almost believed that my father had been a merchant soldier that I managed to convince myself that I could be a normal man, a man that did not crave the caress of the sea and the freedom that sails provide.
For the longest time, after Jack told me, I denied it and I refused to believe. My father could not be a pirate because that would mean he wasn’t a good man, how little I knew back then. I had been raised to believe that pirates were the enemy; they had sunk the ship carrying me to family after all.
If you do not believe in something then it cannot be true, no matter how many times you wake from a dream that seemed so real and not even if the home you know is under siege or your blood is pumping faster than it ever has because you’re climbing the sails and setting a course towards the ends of the earth.
Now that I reflect on everything I can see that was simply denying who I was and what I was meant to be, my father was a pirate and his son is a pirate. Not through choice but chance and yet I cannot deny that it does not feel right.
I am a pirate, by blood and through circumstance.
Muse: William Turner
Fandom: Pirates Of The Caribbean
Word Count: 278
I never used to but I suppose with the way that things stand now, I have no choice but to believe.
I have spent so long living a good life and being a good man and I have spent so long denying something I knew to be true long before Jack spoke the words to me. I almost believed that my father had been a merchant soldier that I managed to convince myself that I could be a normal man, a man that did not crave the caress of the sea and the freedom that sails provide.
For the longest time, after Jack told me, I denied it and I refused to believe. My father could not be a pirate because that would mean he wasn’t a good man, how little I knew back then. I had been raised to believe that pirates were the enemy; they had sunk the ship carrying me to family after all.
If you do not believe in something then it cannot be true, no matter how many times you wake from a dream that seemed so real and not even if the home you know is under siege or your blood is pumping faster than it ever has because you’re climbing the sails and setting a course towards the ends of the earth.
Now that I reflect on everything I can see that was simply denying who I was and what I was meant to be, my father was a pirate and his son is a pirate. Not through choice but chance and yet I cannot deny that it does not feel right.
I am a pirate, by blood and through circumstance.
Muse: William Turner
Fandom: Pirates Of The Caribbean
Word Count: 278