| [EM] 13 - Regret |
[Sep. 12th, 2006|09:33 am] |
Mmm? Regret? Who has time for that, mate? I don’ regret my life...been a rather interestin’ ride, from where I sit.
Well...maybe I’m not bein’ *entirely* truthful, an’ admittedly I *do* ‘ave a history of that. The not bein’ truthful, I mean.
Facts is facts, if I ‘ad a second go of it? I’d do a few things different, perhaps. Might’ve left ‘ome a bit earlier, for one. Made a name for myself a mite quicker so’s I could ‘ave had an easier time of procurin’ for myself not just any vessel worthy of a truly fearsome pirate, the epitome of the filthy sea-lovin’ scallywag...but one *truly* worthy of a man who calls ‘imself “pirate.”
And another thing...even if said early start would not ‘ave allowed me to procure said illustrious an’ noble sea-farin’ ship, you can bet yer bobcat I’d ‘ave been a bit more particular wif respect to the deal I made wit’ old Davey Jones hisself an’ callin’ myself a soddin’ captain. No, would that I could go back, I’d make that arrangement in a far more particular manner.
But above all else...the one tide would ‘ave made me life different...the one greatest regret I ‘ave about the journey that is the captivatin’ and thrillin’ adventure bein’ Captain Jack Sparrow’s life?
I regret not shootin’ Barbossa between the eyes day I first met the bloke.
Muse: Captain Jack Sparrow
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Words: 234 |
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| [EM] 11 - Theme Song |
[Sep. 7th, 2006|01:35 pm] |
Lesson one: life’s a game.
Lesson two: no one ever obeys the rules.
Lesson three: see lesson two for reference.
Facts is facts, an’ there’s no gettin’ ‘round it...we all ‘ave to play the game if we want to stay on the board...the board bein’ this rather messed up and lovely lit’le world of ours, savvy? If ye don’t play, ye don’t live, and if ye don’t live...well, then you’d be dead, mate.
Fate, destiny, a future written in stone...’sall bollocks. Rubbish. Only one force drives all, an’ ‘at’s choice. Y’know, ‘at piddlin’ lit’le free will thing all the bible-thumpers say that t’ good Lord God gave us an’ whatnot. Bad luck, gettin’ dealt a bad hand...ye deal yer own, an’ ‘at’s all there is to it! Me? I made my one an’ only choice ‘bout the game quite some time ago. I mean, we all got to choose our strategy at some point, right? Chose mine early...got ahead of t’ competition and whatnot.
I play...but I play by *my* rules, mate. Nobody else’s. Ye can’t escape it, y’ see...’cause ‘ere’s the thing, lads, an’ mind me now...even if you choose not to play the game? You’re still choosin’ something.
An’ *that* is the only *real* rule this game’s got wot you *can’t* break.
( FREEWILL by RUSH )
Muse: Captain Jack Sparrow
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Words: 222 |
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| [EM]: 10 - Triumph |
[Aug. 23rd, 2006|01:00 pm] |
Ahhh...givin’ me an *easy* question t’day, are we? Jolly good! Les see...
Think if yer talkin’ in t’ way of victories, I’d say shootin’ Barbossa dead was mine. I know, I know, ‘bloody black’earted murderin’ scallywag, that Jack Sparrow’...’ats probably what yer thinkin’ of me now, am I righ’? I am, aren’t I?
The facts is the facts, mates...once told one of me old crew that the deepest circle of Hell’s reserved for betrayers an’ mutineers...wasn’t blowin’ smoke at ‘im, I believe that to me core. Most religious like, I assure you. Make no mistake, I keep to the pirate’s code...I’m not what one might call a man wif any *firm* relationship wit’ bein’ trustworthy...but my rapin’ and pillagin’ does ‘ave limits.
Crewin’a ship’s no easy task. You have to *earn* loyalty, an’ ‘ats a fact I know for certain. Barbossa, he thought he could *buy* ‘imself loyalty...make a mutiny, call ‘imself a captain and Bob’s yer uncle, make ‘imself about somethin’. An’ my men? They thought turnin’ on me, followin’ ‘im...thought it’d make ‘em safe.
Ol’ Bootstrap knew different...an’ ‘at’s why he ended up in Davey Jones’ comany.
Puttin’ a bullet in me old first mate was quite a day for old Captain Jack Sparrow...because after all the years I spent watchin’ that man sail about in *my* ship, I got me a little vindication. I proved meself the better pirate, the better captain...an’ the better *man.*
Proved myself right...keepin’ to a certain measure of decency’s sound business. Nothin’ *personal*, mind you...not talkin’ ‘bout morality and all that rot, but *business.* A man can still come out on top, an’ often *will*, s’long as ‘ee’s got the presence of mind t’ know that ‘tis best to have a ‘eart of wood than of stone...both are hard, but wood’s by far the easier to shape to circumstance...savvy?
Muse: Captain Jack Sparrow
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Words: 322 |
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| [EM]: Topic 8 - One Person You Can't Live Without |
[Aug. 8th, 2006|12:34 pm] |
Well...I’m an honest an’ decent fellow when it suits me, so I can say wifout any ‘esitation that I could not live wifout t’ right honorable William Turner, Jr. Simple ‘nough, too...saved me from the gallows, he did. You ‘eard me...went right up, told ‘is girl ‘ee loved ‘er, then took a blade to the post ‘neath my feet and saved my lit’le black’earted skin.
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But while we’s on the subject? If you want to know one bleedin’ person I *could* live wifout, it’s that bonny lass of Turner’s, the right *dis*honorable Miss Elizabeth Swann. Were it not for the machinations of Fate, Destiny, and Lord Cutler-bloody-Beckett, she’d ‘ave been married off and callin’ herself Mrs. Turner by now...but instead? She ends up on *my* ship tossin’ about *my* compass...which, I might add, went turncoat on me...it’s owner!...an’ ended up chainin’ me to my own buggerin’ mast to be swallowed whole by Davey Jones’ precious little buggerin’ beastie.
An’, of course, she did kiss me...which, I’ll admit, was really an event to remember. That boy Turner, he’s a lucky man...
An’ I’ll grant, she showed me a thing or two ‘bout myself I wasn’t precisely willin’ to own up to...but she fed me to the bloody Kraken! An’ while it’s true, I managed fair well on me own...it’s the *principle* of the thing!
Then of course...there’s the consideration of “what if” an’ all...’at girl, she’s a pirate in ‘er heart, that’s t’ truth...can’t help thinkin’ sometimes what it might be like, servin’ wif ‘er. Bet we could make a real sailor out of ‘er...
S’ all for naught in the end, though...if ‘If’ was a ship an’ all that. Savvy?
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Muse: Captain Jack Sparrow
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Words: 291 |
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| [FM]: Topic 33 - All Good Things (Come To An End) |
[Aug. 6th, 2006|10:49 pm] |
His crew was filing off, and he was left to his ship…and only his ship.
And not just his ship, either…*the* ship. The perfect boat, the vessel he’d risked life and limb for. It was the Black Pearl…and he was her captain, her husband, her man. They’d braved a world together, he and the Pearl, and even misused as she’d been by Barbossa…the Pearl was his treasure.
The song of the sea would always play in his ears, but the ship with black sails was the only instrument that ever played that song with such sweetness, such precision, such heartbreaking beauty.
But beauty took all forms, and as he faced a far more earthly beauty, he heard the song again as her lips met his…oh, Jack had kissed many a lucky, loose wench and woman, but never in his life had he had himself a bona-fide *lady*…a woman above rouge and ruffles, who held her head high as a matter of right, and not of airs.
He’d never kissed a woman of Elizabeth Swann’s caliber…and he had to admit, it wasn’t an experience he’d likely forget, not even as she chained him to his own bloody boat. He knew what he was in for, just as he’d told her, and still…
Damn if he hadn’t hoped it would end differently. Just a little.
But this was it for the Pearl…and for him as well. Elizabeth had been right about him, and his curiosity…try anything once, twice if it was a treat, that had always been his most private motto.
Today he’d kissed a lady and watched her turn pirate…now he was about to face certain death far more intimately than he’d ever imagined possible.
But he wouldn’t lose his ship. Being that he was going down with her and all.
And that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
Muse: Captain Jack Sparrow
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Words: 307 |
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![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) fandom_muses: Topic 31 - Obituary |
[Jul. 31st, 2006|12:55 pm] |
Jack sat in his cell, trying to pass the time by penning his obituary. He’d been given parchment, ink, and quill easily enough...and as soon as he realized that he would have no luck picking the lock on his door, or his shackles with the quill, he decided to amuse himself in this manner.
With the last stroke, Jack finally laid the quill aside, lifting the parchment as the ink dried to read over what he’d written.
Captain Jack Sparrow was unjustly executed by the hangman’s knot at high noon today for crimes of piracy, crimes against humanity, and crimes against decency. He is survived by his ship, the Black Pearl, and his crew.
Short, sweet, and to the point. And he had taken back his ship, anyway, so it was *his* to call his own...a small comfort in this, the night before his own hanging.
Bugger.
Setting down the parchment and quill, he stood and started pacing restlessly, tugging impatiently at the shackles binding his wrists. Lovely bit of trouble this had caused him, helping Turner and Swann and all this bloody nonsense.
But he did get his ship back...and Barbossa had finally tasted Jack’s shot.
Perhaps that would be worth it in the end...hanging, going straight to Hell and watching that traitorous git burn for his sins...if nothing else, Jack knew that the unique and unbearable circle reserved for betrayers would not be his to enter.
But the hell of this whole situation, the worst blasted part of all this wasn’t being in chains or set to be executed tomorrow. No, the worst part was the fact that he *had*, in fact, helped those insufferable children...
...and God save him, he actually felt just the least little bit *good* about it.
Muse: Captain Jack Sparrow
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Words: 305 |
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| fandom_muses: Topic 29 - Kindness of Strangers |
[Jul. 17th, 2006|02:03 pm] |
He thought he knew *before* he knew...at least, he was a little bit sure. And a little bit sure is a lot better than a lot *un*sure, a solid fact in life he was well-acquainted with. It was a gleam in the eyes...a set to the jaw...
The lad was a stranger until he faced off with Jack through the bars of his cell, unafraid and unassuming. Now that he thought about it, that *had* to be it...with the bravado gone and the innocent rage gone from his expression, the swab was the spitting image of his father.
But a kindness was offered, a kindness Jack sorely needed...a kindness that Jack *knew* would be honored. He knew it the moment the stranger turned into Will Turner with the utterance of a name. His entire person morphed in that moment, changing the banal good looks of a stranger into the warm and vivid living remembrance of old Bootstrap himself, alive in every detail.
And quite possibly...nay, quite *definitely* alive elsewhere in the world someplace. Of that much Jack was more than a little certain. It was, however, not the opportune moment...not by a longshot.
At the moment Will Turner offered to spring him from his cell, a helping hand and a sturdy body were all he needed to set to the all-important task of reclaiming his bloody ship, and putting a bullet in Barbossa’s worthless head.
Muse: Captain Jack Sparrow
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Words: 240 |
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| fandom_muses: Topic 28 - Sex |
[Jul. 5th, 2006|12:43 pm] |
One of the definin’ qualities of bein’ a pirate is the appreciation of beautiful things...be they things that shine, things that gleam...things that *sparkle*, I like those, usually rubies...and then there’s them things that don’t shine so much as they...sear.
Like the kiss of a beautiful woman. Or a wood poker to the bum...still red from the fire. Trust me, laddie...not a pleasant experience.
The sea’s a harsh mistress to folk like me...gets lonely out on them waters, so naturally when a swab comes to port, he likes to find him some company with a comely lass or two...or three...or as many as he can afford with wot’s in his coin purse.
Now any pirate can sail on in to Tortuga and ‘ave his pick of the wenches there, but me? All right, so’s I favor a select harem few bits o’ tasty there, but I like to venture out occasionally...bed me down a delicate little flower smellin’ all kinds of nice and as untouched as a man’s like to find wit’out gettin’ hisself shot. Man’s got to ‘ave some variety, y’know.
An’ I ain’t one to name names, but there are certain little flowers that look to be a bit more delicate than is truthful, who I am fair certain have none other than yours truly on the mind, and once said little flowers stop fightin’ their true feelin’s...well, that’ll be a right good day for ol’ Captain Jack, savvy?
Muse: Captain Jack Sparrow
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Words: 253 |
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| Introduction |
[Jun. 29th, 2006|09:04 pm] |
Ahhhhh….so yer the new swabby, are ya? Welcome to the crew of the Black Pearl! I trust you’ve been findin’ yer way so far?
What? Strange? The captain? Boy, do ye not know who that is?! The man you be servin’ under is none other than Captain Jack Sparrow!
What? What the bugger d’ y’ mean, you’ve never HEARD of Jack Sparrow?!
Boy, this ‘ere’s the man that broke the curse upon the Black Pearl! Faced off Captain Barbossa hisself! Got stranded on a deserted island and escaped back to civilization all on ‘is own! I’ll tell ye, swabby, Jack Sparrow’s as smart as they come…the best damn pirate I ever did see.
Drunk? Hardly…aye, we all like to soak up a bit, but when the captain’s tied on a few, trust me…you’ll know it. No, Jack likes t’ play the fool…keep his cunning close to the vest. Trust me, he knows a great deal, but lets on to very little…learned his lesson early on, he did. Told too much to his crew and was victim to a mutiny for ‘is trouble.
What? The Black Pearl, of course! ‘Twas a cursed ship, but now she sails free and true once more. So relax! Do yer job, don’t cause no fuss ‘less yer ordered to, and you’ll get on just fine here.
Just do yerself a favor, laddie…whatever ya do? Don’t be underestimatin’ Captain Jack. I promise…just might be the last mistake of yer life.
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| APPLICATION - Learned from the past |
[Jun. 22nd, 2006|04:01 pm] |
Y’ want t’ know what I’ve learned from me past, mate? It’s the value of trustin’ a bloke, even when y’ *don’t* trust ‘im. ‘Cause y’ can’t trust anybody, y’know. I learned *that* little gem the hard way.
Now you take a lad like Will Turner...good lad, him, good lad. Takes after his father...bit less of a scallywag at ‘eart, but good stock all the same. He’s *just* the kind ye gotta learn to trust and *not* trust. Can you count on the boy t’ be loyal and steadfast, an’ to watch yer back in a fair or unfair fight? Absolutely, mate.
Can y’ trust ‘im t’ escape trouble by bein’ sneaky an’ underhanded an’ devious, without pesky lit’le things like his conscience gettin’ in the way?
If y’ answer ‘yes’ to that, mate, I’m willin’ t’ bet ye prob’ly believe the story ‘bout me buildin’ a raft out of sea turtles, too.
When I meet a good man, I trust ‘im to be a good man. Now there’s certain things good men do and do well, like loyalty an’ honor an’ the like. Tried honor on a few times meself...but trustin’ a good man t’ be a good man also means you can’t trust ‘im with a lot else...doin’ things that go against his basic nature.
Borbosa made that mistake wit’ ol’ Bootstrap, Will’s father...he thought he could make a good man do somethin’ that good men just don’t do, an’ never pay a price for it. Well, he paid...when Turner sent that gold piece off to ‘is boy.
Secret t’ not payin’ prices like Borbosa did is treatin’ men like crew, not dogs. See, y’ can treat a crew like dogs s’ long as y’ treat ‘em like a crew, savvy? Like men and whatnot. Treat ‘em like naught but dogs...well, dogs bite.
And the last dog bit me? Shot ‘is cursed hide dead.
And I *do* mean cursed. Savvy? |
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