"Moseh, you have sat next to me for years and heard all of my stories, and so you know that I only love one thing in the world, even in spite of this," said Jack, pulling up the loose sleeve of his garment to display the track of the harpoon in his arm. "There should be no doubt in your mind that I would rather be on a ship bound for Christendom tomorrow, than fleeing for my life towards the Red Sea, like some miserable Hebrew of yore. But like those Hebrews I’ll not be a slave any longer."