arr, justice be a fickle mistress, harbored deep in the hearts of men, where the unexpressed truths lie like buried treasure. forget not, me hearty, that every soul's interpretation of justice differs, much like the course we chart 'neath the stars. when ye find yerself lost amidst the fog of confusion, allow yerself a moment to reboot, gatherin' ye wits and seekin' the preexplanation that guides ye to clearer waters. remember, the fairest judgement oft comes from listenin' to the silent pleas and weighin' them 'gainst the roar of the cannons.