Introduction
Not that introductions are the antithesis of a forte in my intuitive sense of charm and superb generosity in the sharing of self-affected tales, unless of course you people are incognizant of the glorious stories that encapsulate my being, but there is something to be said for the act of being humble. And I am everything if not humble. So I shall only say this: all the stories are true, especially and particularly those which are to be representing my personage in an affable and or ineffable light, and disregarding those which are nothing but slander and falsehood to bear up against my egregious self. I will rely it on your fine judgment to be able to anticipate the difference.
Still to be wanting to know who I am? Well, I’m Captain Jack Sparrow. Savvy? Pirate. Purveyor of the high seas. Passionate consumer of rum and all its kin. That would be all.
And one more word, which is to be longer than the previous word but correlative to length in its important to the knowing and realization of me. The Black Pearl is my ship. She’s my ship, despite whenever whatever anyone else says, such as feckless dull-witted scabless dogs named Barbossa who might try to cruelly mislead you into the thinking of otherwise stated beliefs. That would be a fine example of one of those slandering untruths which were once already mentioned that honestly dishonest men such as meself can interpret as being nothing more than what they really are.