justprompts: Not all who wander are lost.
When Jack was old enough, his probable father took him aside and explained Calypso. He talked about what the Court had done, taught him the song, and about the song, and because he was a thorough, learned man, told Jack something of her history previous to the pirate tradition.
Jack nodded, listening because it might be useful someday, and simply believed. It was easiest, most times, to simply believe what Teague said and try to understand them later. This was more than that; belief in gods, the, capitalized, singular, incarnated, or plural, simply was part of Jack's life.
Most boys of the time and ethnicity grew up with some knowledge of the church; the most likely candidate for Jack's paternity grew up in such a way, and more. Conall Teague went through childhood breathing the liturgy, embracing it. The learning he loved dearly, and so he eventually ran away, joined the Church. It was better than being a potato farmer, or starving, or both.
When it came time, the Friar Captain passed his beliefs to young Jackie. His letters and words came from the Bible. God was undeniable, and so he remained throughout Jack's life.
Teague's wife, Amadi, Mum, came from very different belief but arguably, easily as strong. She taught her boy her ways, of vodoun and the rites and meanings and, above all, the belief.
Jack believed more than he doubted; he rarely doubted. But belief and agreement could be two different things, and he had more than his share of problems with various scriptures, laws, rules. There were arguments, terrible ones, and when he couldn't argue face-to-face with the deity, he took it to the next most knowledgeable person in his vicinity.
The rabbi that Teague kidnapped was there to teach the pirate-friar to read Hebrew; Amadi insisted that Teague couldn't be so sure of scripture if it was written and he couldn't read the original. But during the Captain's absences, Jack learned when and what he could. The Hebrew only stuck in the most rudimentary of ways, but the knowledge stayed. Belief and interpretation, both personal and by the educated, were important.
Blindness was for fools, both in believing and refusing to do so. Jack kept his mind open to the possibilities, and never once fell flat on his face.
Figuratively speaking, of course.
Jack nodded, listening because it might be useful someday, and simply believed. It was easiest, most times, to simply believe what Teague said and try to understand them later. This was more than that; belief in gods, the, capitalized, singular, incarnated, or plural, simply was part of Jack's life.
Most boys of the time and ethnicity grew up with some knowledge of the church; the most likely candidate for Jack's paternity grew up in such a way, and more. Conall Teague went through childhood breathing the liturgy, embracing it. The learning he loved dearly, and so he eventually ran away, joined the Church. It was better than being a potato farmer, or starving, or both.
When it came time, the Friar Captain passed his beliefs to young Jackie. His letters and words came from the Bible. God was undeniable, and so he remained throughout Jack's life.
Teague's wife, Amadi, Mum, came from very different belief but arguably, easily as strong. She taught her boy her ways, of vodoun and the rites and meanings and, above all, the belief.
Jack believed more than he doubted; he rarely doubted. But belief and agreement could be two different things, and he had more than his share of problems with various scriptures, laws, rules. There were arguments, terrible ones, and when he couldn't argue face-to-face with the deity, he took it to the next most knowledgeable person in his vicinity.
The rabbi that Teague kidnapped was there to teach the pirate-friar to read Hebrew; Amadi insisted that Teague couldn't be so sure of scripture if it was written and he couldn't read the original. But during the Captain's absences, Jack learned when and what he could. The Hebrew only stuck in the most rudimentary of ways, but the knowledge stayed. Belief and interpretation, both personal and by the educated, were important.
Blindness was for fools, both in believing and refusing to do so. Jack kept his mind open to the possibilities, and never once fell flat on his face.
Figuratively speaking, of course.