He used to be a pirate, he used to be wild and unruly, he used to be deviant but free. In his life there used to be Rum, the sea, his own ship and sailors. He used to be the king of this sea, but all this happened with A woman perishes in ashes, ashes as he falls in love with a woman, ashes ashes as the betrayal of the woman he falls in love with. Ten years of wandering, once landing, but ten years of waiting only brought a woman's broken promise, so he cut out his heart, but every night he fell asleep playing sad and resentful songs; he locked his heart in Undead box, but still retains one of the pair of heart-shaped 8-sound boxes; he has many natures but is never cruel, but eventually betrays himself and becomes a frightening devil. But all of this, when he faced a woman's sentence: it is my nature, Would you love me if I was anything but what I am, he would still say My heart will always belong to you at the end. When the woman turned into a whirlpool and took him into it, I suddenly felt that this is actually love. If Davy Jones was given a chance to choose, he would not choose to sink into the abyss of love, he would choose to become the sea again free man. But I also believe that if everything really starts all over again, he will still fall in love with that woman. In fact, men can't play love either.
I want to be a pirate too, but I don't want to be Davy Jones, a pirate should be a man's romance. In fact, romance is really not a cup of coffee on the Saint-Germain-des-Prés square, nor a glass of red wine in the Sketch restaurant. Romance is freedom, rebellion, and adventure. What can be more attractive to men than these? I love Rum. Having eaten rum-flavored ice cream doesn’t mean you know what rum tastes like. Every man should love Rum. Why is the rum always gone? Take tomorrow's sun as your only course; I love latina, I want to run on the white sand with my beloved woman after I land, I want to watch you face the blue sea with the sexiest music in the world A fiery dance for me, I want to ZUOAI with you on the warm rocks under the golden sunset light, GAOCHAO with you when the sea engulfs the last ray of sunshine, and then feel your breath and the sea's nickname in the endless darkness , but I don't promise, I will leave quietly in a certain morning, nostalgic but decisive, so that we will not fall into the abyss of love, you don't need to be sad, no one's life should be bound, maybe I will come back, more maybe A better romance than me is coming to you, we have a story that only belongs to us, we should learn to be satisfied; I love to wander, I don't want to know where I will be and what I will do tomorrow, I want every time Once the looming land on the sea level brought me infinite reverie and expectations, I want to define my own chart, and give each island a name that only I know the meaning of, I want to see beluga whales for me To guide the course, I want to hear the mermaid song, I want to avoid the reefs and icebergs with all the sailors, I want to experience the joy of the rest of my life when the wind is calm, and then I want to tell these stories to the women and men on the shore. Listen, children, I want to be my beloved woman's lover and my children's dream, but no one can stop me from another voyage; I love freedom, without rules, except to obey the code that I and my fellows have made, the worldly. Everything in the world is bullshit, I can challenge any authority I don't like, I can show my middle finger to them, spit out Xingzi and call out mother fuker, I have my own rules of the game, and fight for it, you can I suppress, but can't make me subservient, I'm not the super in my own world
Listen! The Brethren will still be looking here to us, to the Black Pearl, to lead. And what will they see? Frightened bilge rats aboard a derelict ship? No, they will see free men and freedom! And what the enemy will see is the flash of our cannons. They will hear the ring of our swords, and they will know what we can do. By the sweat of our brows, and the strength of our backs, and the courage of our hearts! Gentlemen, Hoist the colors!
Yes, Hoist the colors! Every man should have his own flag! Only freedom, no hatred, I want to sail into my own ocean!
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