Secrets...(v. 183, TM)
Tell me a secret.
I am a businessman, the chairman of a mighty empire of a company and as such I am an accomplished liar and an expert at keeping secrets. There is a dark underbelly to all major businesses and the British East India Trading Company is hardly an exception to that; despite our darker dealings, the Company has managed to keep an impressive reputation. Why is this? you ask me. It’s quite simple, in all honesty: I work incredibly hard to sweep the flaws of my empire under the rug, away from prying eyes even as I parade its triumphs.
I know each and every bit of information about the company that I have looked after and nurtured into a force to be reckoned with, a power to rival (if not surpass) the King’s. I know every gritty detail and I keep each imperfection, each flaw that could bring me down carefully guarded beneath a lock and key far superior to the measures taken to protect the Heart of Davy Jones. The value of information is…invaluable, to say the very least.
These secrets will come with me to the grave, for business demands that I be an expert keeper of secrets.
However, my business life and my personal life are not always so perfectly entwined with one another. Generally I, Lord Cutler Beckett, do not keep secrets outside of my work. This is not because of any disillusion of honor or honesty as previously mentioned in a response by my colleague, Admiral Norrington, but because I simply do not feel I have anything to guard myself against. Those who know me know very well that I am blunt and straight-forward. I do not, and will not, give you the idea that I am anything less than what I am. I am not kind or compassionate, patient or thoughtful.
One does not get to where I am with benevolence. I clawed my way to the top with razor-sharp diplomacy and tactics befitting of the very scourge that I make a good deal of my livelihood hunting. I am ruthless, shrewd and unforgiving and I see no reason to hide it.
Why bother?
…This is not to say that I do not hold a few secrets. What man does not? But generally I am not one for secrets in my personal life.
Are you very certain you want to know? I warn you, it is hardly pretty: I meant it when I said I clawed my way to the top. My first stepping stone?
It was my elder brother’s dead body.
I am a businessman, the chairman of a mighty empire of a company and as such I am an accomplished liar and an expert at keeping secrets. There is a dark underbelly to all major businesses and the British East India Trading Company is hardly an exception to that; despite our darker dealings, the Company has managed to keep an impressive reputation. Why is this? you ask me. It’s quite simple, in all honesty: I work incredibly hard to sweep the flaws of my empire under the rug, away from prying eyes even as I parade its triumphs.
I know each and every bit of information about the company that I have looked after and nurtured into a force to be reckoned with, a power to rival (if not surpass) the King’s. I know every gritty detail and I keep each imperfection, each flaw that could bring me down carefully guarded beneath a lock and key far superior to the measures taken to protect the Heart of Davy Jones. The value of information is…invaluable, to say the very least.
These secrets will come with me to the grave, for business demands that I be an expert keeper of secrets.
However, my business life and my personal life are not always so perfectly entwined with one another. Generally I, Lord Cutler Beckett, do not keep secrets outside of my work. This is not because of any disillusion of honor or honesty as previously mentioned in a response by my colleague, Admiral Norrington, but because I simply do not feel I have anything to guard myself against. Those who know me know very well that I am blunt and straight-forward. I do not, and will not, give you the idea that I am anything less than what I am. I am not kind or compassionate, patient or thoughtful.
One does not get to where I am with benevolence. I clawed my way to the top with razor-sharp diplomacy and tactics befitting of the very scourge that I make a good deal of my livelihood hunting. I am ruthless, shrewd and unforgiving and I see no reason to hide it.
Why bother?
…This is not to say that I do not hold a few secrets. What man does not? But generally I am not one for secrets in my personal life.
Are you very certain you want to know? I warn you, it is hardly pretty: I meant it when I said I clawed my way to the top. My first stepping stone?
It was my elder brother’s dead body.