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Why is Will still Captain of the Flying Dutchman?

Okay so I’ve seen a lot of posts about how after ten years, according to the legend of Davy Jones, Will should have been allowed to come ashore and leave the Dutchman so long as Elizabeth stayed true to him. And I have a theory as to why he couldn’t come back but Elizabeth still loves him. The idea behind “staying true” or “faithful” can mean solely committed to. And Elizabeth no longer was “solely committed to” Will. She now had a son whom she loved and was committed to. After 10 years her heart was divided between the two of them. She loved them equally. Differently yes but equally still. And so because her heart was divided Will was still bound to the Dutchman.

That’s my theory anyway

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Hannibal: Futamono + what is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

   - Leisure by William Henry Davies

What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

—  William Henry Davis (Author of The Autobiography of a Super-Tramp, and other amazing literature)

The Gecko had vanished, and everything seemed normal in the woods again. Algy thought that perhaps his imagination had been playing tricks on him, but then again, he wasn’t quite sure… In any case, he was happy to think that rain was falling on Thierry’s garden now, and the plants would be able to grow lush and green again. As Algy perched on a large branch which had fallen across the burn, he remembered a poem he had once heard:

          I hear leaves drinking rain;
          I hear rich leaves on top
          Giving the poor beneath
          Drop after drop;
          ‘Tis a sweet noise to hear
          These green leaves drinking near.

          And when the Sun comes out,
          After this Rain shall stop,
          A wondrous Light will fill
          Each dark, round drop;
          I hope the Sun shines bright;
          'Twill be a lovely sight.

[Algy is quoting the poem The Rain by the early 20th century Welsh poet William Henry Davies.]