It's certainly different seeing these things newer and in context. This could be a place that would be good to stay, but I'd think there's not much likelihood of that, is there?

[ It wasn't often one saw Commodore Norrington without his trademark powdery white wig, immaculate curls decorating the sides, perfectly-tied dark bow in the back; and it definitely wasn't often one saw any kind of chest hair from the staunch, proper British man of the eighteenth century, but here he was, wig-less and in a poorly-tied toga (a.k.a ( Read more... )

[So Badou awoke like most of you mannorians or whatever you're called did when you first arrived in this wondrous wintery wonderland of expensive crap, screaming babies and drunk couples. Except in a less sexy manner and there wasn't a dead hooker under the bed. It was magical, it was splendid, there were countless ways to rub up against some drunk ( Read more... )

[because Norrington is still clueless as to modern technology.]

[ Muttering and mumbling to himself, with the map in one hand and the BlackBerry in the other-- ] Hm, yes, a beach...but a beach to where? There can't be a beach without...well, perhaps some questions are not meant to be answered.

[ Looks up at the sun-kissed beach with waves ( Read more... )

[Jack woke up and ran through the halls to check up on his ship. The last thing he remembered were zombies. Lots and lots of zombies ( Read more... )

[ James awakes with a start, lifting his head off the--carpet? that's strange, ships don't usually have carpet--and looking around. He pushes himself to a sitting position, lifts his hand to his forehead to brush the wisps of the powdered-white hair from his wig, his hat gone missing. A quick glance affirms the existence of his hat, only a few ( Read more... )