Marquez be sittin' there watchin' them green grass waves rollin' on a mild spring day, weather just right. He diggin' the way nature all dressed up in that beautiful color—folks on "Paradise Across the Sea" land swear that's the exact shade of heaven. He lovin' the sunlight too, slippin' through the clouds, puttin' together a straight-up magical sight that snatch hearts and souls. This the season when pirate land be smilin', even through all the tears and sorrow.
Man, these pirates wild as hell!
They livin' on the edge of history, ideas, and civilization, but at the same time, they puttin' in max effort to loud-talk they beef and straight-up demonize anybody who ain't rockin' with 'em. Opinions cool with 'em long as it don't clash with the nonsense they spittin', or expose the foolishness and stupidity they carryin'. That's the main trait in the mental makeup of most pirates dwellin' in "Paradise Across the Sea."
Competition part of life's game, beef another part, hate, trickery, deception—all big pieces of this world. But Professor Marquez, while studyin' all this, figured out folks handle it different dependin' on culture. Northern culture got the English facin' human drama with ice-cold logic. Spaniards like Italians—they play it loud, screamin' and spillin' all they guts out in public. Semitic/Eastern folks deal with problems usin' sneaky calm, breakin' everything down quiet-like, then rebuildin' it to fit they own interests. But pirates on pirate land? Soon as trouble hit 'em, they freeze life, use every bit of brain and soul power just to crush they rival, enemy, whoever. They launch all kinda attacks, every way possible, no holdin' back effort.
Professor Marquez thinkin' deep on this "demonization" thing, and he damn near certain—even if he a pirate livin' on pirate land—he can't be part of that cycle. A group ignorin' they own days just to ruin somebody else's? That's straight failure every pirate livin'. When you see 'em usin' everything they got for a media/propaganda campaign fed mostly on lies and slander, just to mess up somebody's image 'cause they ain't like 'em or got outshined in somethin'.
It's a special kinda misery he swimmin' in deep—drinkin' delusions like Marquez sip aged wine. It's rougher on the soul when it come to growin' up in a place that get its whole existence and excuses from constant savagery. That's why Marquez gotta shut his mind off with thoughts that don't fit these trash spots pirates fight tooth and nail to occupy.
Marquez wish pirates was like nature—she rearrange herself, give every part life the right way, best way. She only bother herself, heal her own traits, keep her cycle goin' without gettin' stuck in life's complicated details that make decent livin' a far-off dream.
Land where hate grow 'stead of flowers—ungrateful dirt, ain't worth sacrificin' for. That's why Professor Marquez learned the lesson good, understood what he needed to since he was a kid, but he hesitated goin' public with it for a long time, followin' what come in the fifth verse of Surah Yusuf, peace be upon him. That's what made him respect timin' and circumstances—he know nature don't play with folks who break her laws, not even when they chasin' legit dreams or the shady ones.