( When Stranglings attack or: the day I dropped my brain )

[Oh lookit that. That beard looks familiar. And upside down.

Above it or, shall we say, below it - is a crooked gold and ivory grin. Framed by a neat little mustache and goatee. And a jangle of clattering trinkets like wind chimes woven into his hair releases all and any doubt that it is none other than:

Captain. Jack. Sparrow.]

Oi - is this bloody ( Read more... )

[The academy was quiet, peaceful, the scenery was turning something lovely what with the leaves changing colors now. All kinds of golds, yellows, reds and browns. All in all - it was a wonderful change from the horrors of Berk.

Crack.

A gunshot rang out clearly against the silence. Echoing in the yards and against the walls of the buildings. A bit ( Read more... )

[Poof! Here's your favorite neighborhood drunk kids! And he feels the need to bug/entertain you all.

He loves you so, you see. 'Cept Beckett. Who is not here. Consider this his celebratory nonsensical video. ]

'ow's about a little game of chance sproglets?

By the way I smell wet dog.

[The sky had turned gloomy as of late. And normal people would be inside, curled up in a chair or doing something else that kept them happily dry.

But with gloomy skies came one thing. Rain. And with rain came: Puddles. And that meant. Small bodies of water scattered through the campus.

Well. Naturally after being deprived of his oceans and monsoons ( Read more... )

[Sunbathing should become a global pastime, and it would if Jack had any say at all in it. However, seeing as he didn't he was more than happy to just lay on a grassy slope on the more quiet side of campus. Hopefully no one would be bothering him now.

Obviously this is a bright yellow alert sign for bothering potential. DO IT]

[Jack's eyeball pops on screen, the focus incredibly intense. This close one couldn't tell if he were shaking or it was mearly the screen. His breath falls heavy on the microphone and Jack forces himself to say:]

I feel strange.

Er.

It looks like we've all got too much time on our hands, doesn't it? And with such a small frame of activities to fill it with, I might add. Keeping that in mind, which of you- and only answer this if you believe yourself to be one of which I am addressing with this very question- are capable, in both mind and body, of playing a simple game of ( Read more... )

Do you feel that?

[The captain is going to make one of those rare videos again. You know. The ones where the screen is out of focus for about thirty seconds before revealing Jack in all his filthy glory, in his room ( Read more... )