The Black Pearl

Aye Cap'n I've heard of you. Captain Jack Sparrow. Captain of the Black Pearl. Most well known of the Tortuga Pirates. The man who bested Davy Jones. Ran circles around the British Navy. Aye I've heard of you.

But I've also heard of your ship. The Black Pearl. Mysterious and undefeated. Treasure of any Pirates eye. But mostly of yours. What is it about her canvas that captures your wind? Is it the length of her beam? The cut of her sails? Her draft is no better than any other ship. So why then do you risk life and limb? For surely you could have command of dozens of ships and name them all Pearl. What is it about this Black Pearl of the ocean that pulls you?

 

The adventures, the resilience, the dependability? The soul of the ship tied to the soul of the Captain for the length of eternity. In epoch after epoch bound to each other by a mystic thread of ethereal length. Each to be reborn in its new time in its new iteration.

The Black Pearl shall have its Captain and the Captain shall have his Pearl. In this century there shall be a Pearl. A Black Pearl. She shall sail the oceans currents again! And again her Captain shall be one of adventure, of wonder, of a longing for the ocean and all its mysteries. The only question dear Captain is will that name be Sparrow?

What of you Captain? What of your heart? Do you still yearn? Do you still seek? Is your wonder still un-quenched? Does your soul still have the drive to command the Pearl? What battles are there left to fight? What wonders are there left to see? What measure of a man will you measure by?

But time and destiny are a slave for no man. There must be an ocean. There must be a ship. There must be a crew. There must always be a Captain. And in this epoch there must always be a 

Black Pearl!