For too long, I have been out to sea without a sail nor a rudder.
I have been at the mercy of the ocean and Davy Jones.
Having no choice of destination, doing the will of the sea.
But for no longer.
I grew tired of not being in control.
I fought my way to where I am now.
I have broken the grip that Davy Jones held over me.
I made myself a sail and a rudder.
I am now master of my own will.
I control where I want to go.