"That's 'bout the way the world works, i'n'it?" He's seen his own fair share of weirdness back home, and it'd started to become easier to just accept that the world didn't always turn out the way one expected it to.

A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "It were more a matter of need, really, than it was being a pirate." Although it did help that Jack had no qualms whatsoever with taking other people's stuff if he wanted it. Even if he didn't need it.

"And mayhaps. Knowin' the Capitol, it'd be poisoned or full of some manner of nasty beastie more'n ready to make you its next meal." Case in point, the lake he'd found in the first Arena. He'd nearly been torn apart and crushed by the lake monsters in it, and that had been far from a pleasant experience. Not to mention that the water had been freezing cold.

"Takin' a ship's cargo for your own encompasses most of what a pirate does, mate. But aye, depending on the man and his inclinations, findin' treasure can be part of it. Though, it weren't always just men on the account that searched for their claim on hidden fortunes like that." Beckett had been one of those men; obsessed with finding a fabled island full of gold. "And, of course, most times, it was never a simple affair."