[Today Captain Jack Sparrow is trying very hard to disguise his writing. It is ornate and rather loopy and fanciful, and therefore far different from his typical elegant hand.]

Dear Lucetians,

My name is Admiral James Norrington, and I'm a whopping great bewigged prig important sort of fellow who enjoys showing off his tricky little monkey to ( Read more... )

[If Jack Sparrow is to marry the love of his life, he needs a proper outfit for the wedding. So today he is out and about in the village on that mission of wedding preparations with a happy spring in his step. He might see about food for the celebration, too, which will be a small family affair. He is also looking for gifts for his sons ( Read more... )

[The following messages are unsigned, the handwriting is disguised, and they are sent out freely across the journal network:]

Wanted: Beautiful Wench for Sagely Type

Ladies, our sage Saleh very much needs the care and attentions of a woman. He doesn't even know that he needs them, which makes this a doubly dire situation. The sage is a fine catch ( Read more... )

[Jack is home from his seaside adventure and immediately writes out four very quick notes to certain people, not bothering with filters or any of that rubbish:]

( For Tia Dalma )

( Have you heard the news that you're dead? )

[ Buffy forgot her issue of Cosmo magazine at the Cullen House. Jack found it under the couch cushions. This information should never have gotten into his hands.]

"Torrid Tidalwave?" [There is a garroted chuckle.] "Dumbest thing you can do to your boobs?" "What he's really thinking the first time?" Darlings, he's not. Trust us on this. Not thinking ( Read more... )

[Written]

Dearest Saintly Mistress Raine--would you object if I were to pursue objectives of a nefarious and or black-bladed nature? I am whole in body once again.

Your Servant

J. Sparrow

[/Written]

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[Secret Coded Letter]

Taichi, lad-- bugger your Plan for the present: have you got a suitably pointy one, and would you like to learn ( Read more... )

[Accidental Audio]

[There are the sounds of deep, measured breathing. Then a rusty voice engaging with some kind of guided meditation:]I am picturing my special place. I am safe in my special place. The sea. Birds. Coral ( Read more... )

[Jack? Is drinking in Good Spirits. He might be really potted at this point. Also he has no idea what is going on.]

The man whom I much respect wrote of the "secret parts of the tragedy" in his great book. A darker thread. A darker thread among the unspeakable foundations of the world ( Read more... )