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Post by Jack Sparrow on Jul 23, 2005 13:51:09 GMT -5
Hey, this is gonna be where my Character...Jack Sparrow...is gonna have the Captain's Log of his, alright? Coolio...
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Jul 23, 2005 17:48:30 GMT -5
Aye, it's been a tad bit too long of a journey for me, these past months, they have. But I must be saying I am really rather excited on my journey back to Port Royale. A bit funny for me to be feeling this way, I know, but my heart hears of a new drink a friend of mine has conguered up in that ol' new pub of 'is. I 'ave not been in this area since that waste of a Commador, Norrington tried to hang me for rescuing his precious "Elizabeth" from her drowning doom in the Caribbean. To the least, I say that old chap should hold it to 'imself in 'is 'eart at least to spare poor Jack for a drink, eh?
Me new crew I have managed to swaggle up 'ere in my rest at Tortuga 'as troubled me a bit...not that I don't mind the rum, of course, but it's the lack of the inspiration that holds true to us, the freedom that you must desire...none of these men, er, and woman, seem to wish, to want, to live for it...they seem to expect that this Captain 'ere will pay 'em...with what? I ask you! But me holds 'ave been bursting with swag, as I 'ave to raise anchor, and swipe this mess off this mistake for a ship, and hope that Norrington will wring their necks instead of mine unfortuanate own...
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Sept 2, 2005 17:46:29 GMT -5
Aye, tis been a long time since this hand has rested on such a God Damned((sorry))book. But, ah, the time has come for me to once again, state the true feelings I have now about these strange new people I have met. For one, a young lady, high in society, had hidden herself amongst some barrels of dried goods upon my ship. Her name being Michelle. After what took a long time for us to get her to tell us her story, we found out that she had run away from her father, and was planning on dropping off at the next port the winds blew us. I happen to admire this young lass's quick tounge, and the fire in her spirit, for I see a younger version of me hidden amongst her soul. A scared being, yearning to do all that is possible to be free....
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