What do you know? The Black Pearl was suddenly spotted on the horizon. More or less.

In a dingy Jack went, rowing for his ship. Quite possibly never to be seen again.

At least at Milieux.

So long, farewell, mateys, Captain Jack has been fun while the muse lasted.

...and that is the end of that.

Captain Jack Sparrow was drunk. He was drunk and parked on the couch, watching TV.

"Arrrrgh..."

[Only for the houses owner, does he feel like it.]

Jack crouched low next to Murtogg and reached out and popped him on the cheek with his hand. "Are ye awake mate?" Pop Pop. "Mate, ye awake?" Pop. Pop. Pop. "Murtogg. Murtogg. Ye awake, mate?"

Standing and not waiting to see if Murtogg was indeed awake or not, Jack turned around and uncorked his bottle of rum; taking a good long swallow he maneuvered ( Read more... )

"...the bloody hell contraption is this?" Red lights blinked. "Oooo shiny! Take it. I'm not a thief. Yes ye are. No, I'm only dishonest. So take--"

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