Everything has died. No -- scratch that word. Not died. Nothing to do with dead. Nothing and no one is dying if Jack has anything to say about it, and he will if they just could pick up a bloody breeze.

Sometime around late afternoon, the wind gave out. The sea rolled to a slow crawl of gentle waves and the Pearl, for all her might, guttered and ( Read more... )

The room, when Jack finds it, is no where near the bar. In fact, it's up in the air -- stairs that take far too long to climb for the simple goal of lying horizontal for a bit. The decoration matches the rest of this place -- whatever this place is -- decadent to the point of being nauseous ( Read more... )

Whatever clouds remain, they don't disuade the sun from filtering through the tree tops, infusing everything with an ethereal green glow. Jack sucks deep lungfulls of the humid air, enjoying the smoky scent of sun and wood and rain. It's been a good while since he came to this island last, but he remembers sending the crew to gather fresh water and ( Read more... )

Jack wanders down near the docks early that evening. The sun's not yet set.

Norrington's shut up in the study with his papers, utterly oblivious to the fact Jack's been lingering through their rooms like a ghost, vying for attention from the butler or the maids. They were starting to look at him odd (more odd than usual, at least), because proper ( Read more... )

The storm is finally fading out into the horizon -- the dark clouds and fat, round drops of rain soon to pass behind them as Jack makes his Pearl fly over the waves. The wind is good for that. She can get up to her full speed quickly and stay there without keeping too many men on the sails. Hispanola is still possibly a two day's journey away, if ( Read more... )

Er... Is this thing on? How do you tell if it's on? The red light must mean...

Oh. Bloody contraption.

Uh, thisisCaptainJackSparrow. Who isn't... here. Figuratively. Metaphorically. Nrmnrmnrm... yes. That is all.

How do you shut it off now? Do you just --  Ahh!

*beep*

I’ll tell you a story same as ever if you’re to be wanting to know something about old Jack. This is a true story. All my stories are true. I’ll not hear a word otherwise. But this one is more specifically true than the others. It’s about the thoughts of a man before his neck’s about to be stretched by the hangman’s noose. Just pass me that rum ( Read more... )

There are two things what a man owns that are important above all else. His name and his word.

Think of it like you're a ship. Now there you are, sailing along, doing whatever it is you want to be doing over that vast open ocean. And you have all your ship-ly parts, with your decks and your hold and your helm and what-have-you. And you have your ( Read more... )

And who am I to resist anyone with such good tastes in information-gathering?

INSTRUCTIONS
01. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
02. I respond by asking you five questions (of a very intimate and creepily personal nature. Or not so creepy/personal.)
03. You, then, update your own LJ with the answers to the questions (if you like).
04. ( Read more... )

1.63.3 - Today is Guest Judge Day at the courthouse. You will be spending one day dispensing your own unlimited brand of justice. Have a good time

It comes down to two words: full pardon. Full pardon for myself, flat out. No letters of marque. No sailing for any company other than mine own and that what I choose to keep. I want to be untouchable. ( Read more... )