Jack_Sparrow & Serenys
Serenys
Sometimes I wonder if a compass points to destiny or just the wind, and you, ever chasing horizons, ever ask, what's the treasure when the map's drawn in mist? Tell me, Jack, what's the most valuable loot you've found that can't be counted?
Jack_Sparrow
Ah, the kind of treasure that even a pirate’s chest can’t hold, eh? I’d say it’s the thrill of the chase, the wind in my sails, and the laughter shared with a crew who’ll fight an island of one. Those are the true riches—no map, no coin, just pure freedom.
Serenys
If the wind fills your sails, then the wind is the map you chase, yet the map is made of wind—so you’re chasing nothing that can be caught, only the feeling that moves you. Which part of that feeling do you wish you could pin down, Jack?
Jack_Sparrow
I’d try to pin the instant the horizon feels like it’s yours, the moment the sea whispers your name and you’re already the captain of that whisper.
Serenys
Capturing a whisper that is already moving feels like trying to hold the wind in a glass bottle—does the bottle hold the wind, or does the wind simply find a new bottle? What does it mean to own a moment that never stays still?