The moral of the story is...
Pirates, no matter how much you may think they are your friends, cannot be trusted.
I have seen proof of this too many times to count. Heard stories about the mutiny that left Jack stranded on a deserted island and my father sent to the bottom of the sea. Seen promises borken, lies told. Pirates are selfish men, underneath it all, and will do or say whatever is needed to get what they want. I used ot know this, until I found myself part of a pirate crew. I allowed myself to get too close, to get seduced by the excitement of a life at sea. I began to think of them as my friends.
That's not to say they weren't my friends. But friendship to a pirate doesn't mean quite the same as it would to an ordinary man. There is loyalty, sure, but only so far as it is in one's best interest. It's right there in their so-called code: "Any man who falls behind is left behind." So I suppose in that sense, they're honest and up front with the fact that they cannot be trusted.
I never trusted Jack completely. I knew better than that. I understood he would always be out for himself, but thought that as long as our goals were the same, I could trust him to do what needed doing. That he would be on my side. I was not surprised when he tried to steal the key to Davy Jones's chest and get the heart for himself. Nor was I surprised when I learned he had tried to trade my soul to Davy Jones for his. Angry, for certain, but not surprised. Yet I suppose deep down, there were still some things I trusted him with, because I was completely shocked when I caught sight of Elizabeth in his arms.
Come to think of it, maybe women cannot be trusted, either.
I have seen proof of this too many times to count. Heard stories about the mutiny that left Jack stranded on a deserted island and my father sent to the bottom of the sea. Seen promises borken, lies told. Pirates are selfish men, underneath it all, and will do or say whatever is needed to get what they want. I used ot know this, until I found myself part of a pirate crew. I allowed myself to get too close, to get seduced by the excitement of a life at sea. I began to think of them as my friends.
That's not to say they weren't my friends. But friendship to a pirate doesn't mean quite the same as it would to an ordinary man. There is loyalty, sure, but only so far as it is in one's best interest. It's right there in their so-called code: "Any man who falls behind is left behind." So I suppose in that sense, they're honest and up front with the fact that they cannot be trusted.
I never trusted Jack completely. I knew better than that. I understood he would always be out for himself, but thought that as long as our goals were the same, I could trust him to do what needed doing. That he would be on my side. I was not surprised when he tried to steal the key to Davy Jones's chest and get the heart for himself. Nor was I surprised when I learned he had tried to trade my soul to Davy Jones for his. Angry, for certain, but not surprised. Yet I suppose deep down, there were still some things I trusted him with, because I was completely shocked when I caught sight of Elizabeth in his arms.
Come to think of it, maybe women cannot be trusted, either.