It’s been lifetimes since James died, and was brought back. Since that huge, wild adventure, beginning with his rise to Commodore and ending in immortality. He still hasn’t forgotten who he was- but those scant few years hardly seem to matter in the here and now, spending his days alongside his once-enemy, Jack Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow, of ( Read more... )

The fall through the Fountain of Youth is a perilous thing; a man can end up anywhere. Different worlds, universes, alternate realities, the homes of gods; or, as Captain Jack Sparrow was discovering, back into a hell you thought you had once escaped ( Read more... )

James disembarked from his ship with an almost indecorous amount of speed. He looked harried, worn, and cheerful. His shipmates all had a similar look about them- the look of soldiers returned home. James had eyes only for Jack, however, and was thus frantically looking for such a personage to affix them to ( Read more... )

Another letter, the last in this pile, in return to this odd letter.

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( It's not real )

What are you afraid of?

Nothing.

Everything.

Undead pirates, grand adventures, sushi, good men, bad men, chests, keys, and leaving. Betrayal and friendship and second chances.

James was afraid of himself.

The sea, crabs, and mistakes. Voodoo and chess and fine clothing.

James was afraid of memories.

Cannon fire and hurricanes ( Read more... )

A fair amount of time after the last letter, another was written.

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            His memory was going, that was the problem; not that he had expected to remember names to faces from hundreds of years ago, but he was quite sure he’d coiled this rope this morning. Perhaps the cats had gotten to it.

In all seriousness, James thought, he was having trouble remembering much of the last decade, let alone the ( Read more... )

Before

My Dear CJS,

The situation, as I understand from my Correspondance, is not going to improve on your end. I apologize, a without a Considerable amount of seaturtles or rumrunners at my disposal I see no way of helping You in your current plight. In Fact, such is the Situation here that I am called to mind of the first day we met. Not a ( Read more... )

1.

He was thirteen. He worked on his father’s ship; just a midshipman. His brother was a captain, and his father, an Admiral. There was nothing special about the day; it was hot, which was not unusual, and they we working as hard as they usually did. No, the moment came later in the day; the sun was setting, the heat had lessened, and three ( Read more... )