"Long time, no see, luv."
Feet on the table, apple in one hand, a bottle of rum in the other. Not to mention the view wasn't bad at all. Jack's night was turning out to be quite good, and now, it seemed to have improved by the tenfold.
As it turns out, trying to be stealthy when you're a highly-wanted convict is much easier said than done. But then again, that summed up Jack Sparrow's life in a nutshell. Fortunately, now that things had finally hit the fan, as Muggles put it, the streets were mostly empty. No, not empty...D E S E R T E D. It was incredibly unnerving; nearly every store had its doors closed, or even boarded shut; there were no more lamps lighting the alleys, so everything was dark...so lifeless...
Even Knockturn Alley was strangely devoid of its usual no-good crowds. Jack couldn't even hide among them, so he had to be as silent as possible while moving closely behind his target. For being The Boy Who Lived, the fabled hero of the wizarding community, this boy certainly wasn't the smartest, coming to Knockturn Alley of all places. And with a crowd, too.
Jack didn't have a plan, not this time, so he decided to act on the spurr of the moment. It could either go well, or end up being his funeral; either way, that's all he's got. It's now, or never. He attacks the red head first, because maybe, just maybe, knocking out Potter's friends would make this a little easier. If it's just the boy by himself, then all odds would be on Jack's favor.
gonna finish the starters for those i owe them to after this weekend cause ill work a lot and will be tired as fuck
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“If I have to, I will wait.”
The idea itself was absurd. Wasting ten whole years, waiting on someone. She didn’t even know if Will was actually planning on comming back… No, no, no. Will was coming back. He promised. And she promised. He had to come back.
“James Norrington died, in an attempt to protect us.”
She was still bitter about James’ death too. Having him around would be a little soothing. But his body was never found. Elizabeth had mourned his loss, silently. He had been there for her, even when she had turned her back on him and broken his heart.
But Jack was right. With all that happened, the entire Navy would soon be on their track. And not only the Navy. The prices for their heads were marvelous. Anyone with guts would pursue them.
“Even if we do leave this place, where do you plan on taking us? The Pearl is gone, Jack. Are we going to walk all the way to Tortuga?”
Jack stood before Elizabeth, getting as close to her face as possible. Teeth grind before he speaks, his few made of gold making a particularly terrible sound against the natural yellowish ones.
"No. We're not going to bloody Tortuga. Hasn't it crossed your mind that setting foot in there would be the same as simply handing ourselves over?"
After letting her know that sass would not be tolerated at the moment, Jack begins to think. There's only one thing they could do...and one place they can go to...yes...a remote place, that no one but him knows the location of.
"Here's what we'll do. We'll steal a ship, a small one, something we can both manage by ourselves. Then sail all the way to the Yucatan Peninsula. There's a small village there...hidden from the world. I know someone there, and he'll help us."
There was no more explaining to do after that. Explaining wasted time. Jack took Elizabeth by the wrist once more, moving even faster this time along the beach. They were going to have a ship by nightfall.
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❝ I just knew it had to be true your attire speaks for itself! I’ve never actually met a pirate before… Oh! but it’s a pleasure to meet you Ja– opps, I mean Captain Jack Sparrow. My name is Giselle! ❞
She’s far too excited over this simple encounter, that much is evident by her rapidly ascending grin && her inability to stop talking. However, that mo- mentarily fades upon receiving his question.
❝ Well yes, I am rather lost. Infact I don’t even know where I am… ❞
The fact that Jack didn't have to cut her off in order to make the correction just added to inflate his ego. After offering a cocky smile, his arm wraps around her shoulder.
"Well, luv, let Captain Sparrow guide you through the town. How 'bout it?"
Without even asking, he started to walk casually along the street. He just forgot about one little detail.
"I forgot your name, what was it again?"
headcanon: Jack never wastes a chance to get his “Can I Holla at Ya” voice on when in the presence of a woman of good looks.
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Her mouth hung agape, a slender finger pointing in the direction of the man before her. This was the first time she had never lay eyes upon a real pirate, Having only read about them in stories she cannot contain her own excitement as she approached the man.
❝ — Oh my! you’re a pirate, a real life pirate! ❞
"Well, of course I'm a real pirate. Pirate Captain to be more specific. Captain Jack Sparrow, sure you've heard of me somewhere."
It's not the reaction one would expect. Shouldn't she be screaming bloody murder and pointing at him to be arrested? Well, maybe it was a good thing she was so positive about it. Not ugly, either, the lass.
"You lost, luv?
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The last thing she remembered was a Foot lackey’s amateur excuse for a barrel hitch around her wrists. The song of Leo’s blades through hot air and the rusty twang of Raph’s sais. There had been long cylinders affixed to the walls. Strange, guttural grunts like strangled pigs. A pulsing in her chest and lights like overlapped heartbeats. She’d had to close her eyes. The next moment she was weightless. Then heavy like she’d swallowed a plateful of rocks. And then, she’d felt as if she were being pulled in two different directions in an excruciating twist.
She remembered. In patchy detail. And, much to her frustration, it was just about all she could do. Not that time or memory had really been on her side lately. More like confusion and total, unconditional surrender to the magnificent, awe-inspiring, sucky wonders of the universe. It was all random. Nothing had a real purpose and time wasn’t linear. She’d seen it first hand. You hear that, Donnie? Everything was one big, fat cosmic belch and the pieces fell where they may. From what she could gather, one of those pieces was home, and another (the one she’d been thrown into like some transdimensional rag doll) was this place. Not home. Not even close.
Although the fine gentlemen who were so graciously blocking the exit of the pub she’d stopped to rest in were doing a pretty good job of reminding her of Hunts Point lowlives.
❝ I don’t have anything valuable, ❞ she lies and hopes to God they’re only looking to make a quick buck. Even so, a kunai (a gift from Leo) is gripped tightly by the handle in a reverse grip and tucked neatly into the sleeve of the army green peacoat that was so unfortunately out of place here.
She thinks to herself, biting the inside of her cheek just shy of drawing blood. She wants to shove the money she does have hidden up these dimwits’ noses, and has to remind herself not to start anything. Not now. Not here. Not when she didn’t have the luxurious contingency plan of eight pairs of eyes on her at any given time.
They want something from her she’s not prepared to give, and she attempts to squeeze past them. ❝ ‘Scuse me — ❞
She’s from New York. Bring it on, multiverse.
A half-finished bottle of rum was loosely gripped in Jack's hand as he watched the scene unfold. Perhaps everyone else was simply too drunk to notice, but that redhead was just weird. That jacket didn't make things any better. 'Sticking like a sore thumb' was too much of an understatement for little Red over there. Unfortunately, she'd gotten noticed by the wrong sort of men...
"Scarlet! Been looking all over for you, luv. Now gentlemen, if you allow us..."
Pushing through the intoxicated crowd proved harder than expected, especially with the unconscious bodies lying on the floor, but in the end, Jack was able to approach not-Scarlet and wrap an arm around her, his bottle still in hand. But before he can turn the girl around to walk away, there's a sword pointed to his gut.
"Now, do you really think it wise to cross swords with Captain Jack Sparrow? You'd best think it over, mate-"
Jack doesn't hesitate to pull out his flintlock pistols, loaded, pointing them each at the men's heads. Silence fills the small pub. Nobody points their sword at Captain Jack Sparrow.
"I saw her first. Savvy?"
Just like any good man who dared call himself Pirate, the poor bastards decide to show their self-preservation skills at that moment, and quietly walked away. It's not over yet, though. There's still Red and her weird clothes, which make all eyes turn toward them.
"Come on, luv. And take that bloody jacket off, it's almost like you're trying to get noticed."
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“Captain. Huh.” Ariel let out a low huff of surprise, taking in the form that was the captain. He was decidedly more dirty than most she had seen, though the captains she was were usually associated with royal vessels. The workers, the sailors, those men were rougher. This man?
Well…
“Wait, what was you?” Ariel gawked, a nasty tilt to her brow. “You stole the Trident? Wow, that was the talk of the sea for a while.” Her tail twitched, her bottom lip jut out just so. “No, I’m not here for that. I didn’t even think you’d notice me down here.” Ariel rested her back against the wood, trying to be as calm as possible. He didn’t seem to care she was a MERMAID.
And he knew about the trident. Then, no harm done. He knew more than she could ever say.
Jack can't hide the pride showing on his face. Fame marks his name even in the depths of the ocean, it seems. Not bad. Lips pull up in a smirk, gold teeth glowing in the dark.
"The talk of the sea, eh...by the way luv, you didn't answer my question. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be doing whatever you, you...people do?"
Despite the boost of ego Ariel just gave him, the Captain is still cautious. As pretty as this one is, mermaids are mostly after blood, and that's not very surprising. Where had he heard that whole thing about merpeople being half shark and half human?
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The answer in turn, came from a blow that landed near to her prison cell’s outer wall, instincts taking over and her body throwing itself away from where the canon balls were landing. Even now, there was some part of her that wanted to stay alive. How strange.
Even with the stone walls and thick doors, she could hear the shouts and screams from the floors far above her. The guards had no doubt left the floors of the dungeon, trying to protect the walls of the castle. Crouched behind the end of her bed, Elsa did wonder what would become of her should war break out. Would Hans parade her around as the best weapon in the world, a metal collar on her neck and a chain in his hand as if she were nothing more than a dog? Forced to hurt, kill–things she never wanted.
Could she prevent such a thing?
Ice and snow already filled the room, creeping up the walls, over the ceiling, across the beams. it was identical to the last time such a thing had happened, but this time there were no manacles keeping her attached to the floor of her cell. This time, she did not need the ice to weaken the wall to allow her escape. This time, a canon ball broke through the glass of her window, sending shards at her face, cutting the skin of her cheek. The force of it had tossed her against the wall, bashing her head against the stone, but even with the pain, Elsa forced herself to stand, Forced herself to inspect the hole made by the blast.
Forced herself to step outside.
Jack can't decide if venturing in the direction his compass has led to is a mistake or not. As he advances with careful steps toward the dungeons, the air becomes incredibly cold. Jack knows this is no exageration of his. It is possitively freezing. For a man of the sea, it's incredibly easy to get used to the warmth of the sun, and even easier to sense the slightest change in the breeze.
It's when Jack enters the small prison cell that he becomes completely baffled. There's ice and snow on the floor, white and glittering, almost pure, if it weren't for the footmarks of the man standing by the hole on the wall. The King doesn't even hear Jack, he's too concentrated on whatever it is that escaped this cell.
"Your Majesty. What a lovely surprise! Now, hand me that crown, lest you get a bullet through your head."
Whatever happened here, it's none of Jack Sparrow's business. He doesn't care. The whole castle could be covered in snow and he still wouldn't care, because he has what he wants. The flintlock pistol is loaded, and pointed at the King's head, his crown's jewels shining, their colors reflecting on Jack's dark eyes.
The King, whatever his bloody name is, complies, his face pale with what Jack can only suppose is terror. Once the crown is in his hands, he runs, gun still pointed at the other man.
Once he's back in the Pearl with the rest of his crew, Jack marvels at the sheer amount of goods they have collectivelly stolen. Fine fabrics, jewelry, even a painting. This is what a sacking truly is like. Even the crew came out unharmed...their victims were far too unprepared for this. As they sail away, Jack keeps looking at the snow coming out of that one hole, slowly melting away. Though he didn't really care, he was still a bit curious...
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A French flintlock double barrel cutlass pistol dated 1796.
Source: americanhistory.si.edu
List 10 favorite characters (one per fandom) and then tag 10 people!
I was tagged by damnbutcher
- Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribbean)
- Donatello (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)
- Alucard (Hellsing)
- Ban Mido (GetBackers)
- Severus Snape (Harry Potter)
- Vincent (Silent Hill 3 *the video game ok, not the piece of shit movie y’all got that?*)
- Foxy (Motorcity)
- Toki Wartooth (Metalocalypse)
- Yosuke Hanamura (Persona 4)
- Korosensei (Assassination Classroom)
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tagging: piiratc and uh, whoever else wants to do the thing
so, a Heather is following me and i don’t know what to do
a Senpai noticed me, ME! a brownie, a girl scout, a cookie.
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She watched, as the ship vanished under the dark waters. Her hair flew into her face, but she made no effort to remove it. Her eyes were dry. She didn’t cry. She wouldn’t cry. Ten years. They’d pass. Time was only an illusion, after all. Jack was still there, but she wasn’t expecting him to to stick around for long. He was a Pirate. Once he could no longer benefit there, he fled.
Maybe this was the best way of living, after all. No strings attached, no hearts that ached. Because her heart was aching. Who was she fooling? Ten years was a long time.
The hand on her shoulder caused her to twitch, more in surprise, than anything. She turned around to face the Pirate that wished to speak to her, although they knew that no words could heal her pain right now.
“You do not have to do this, Jack. I’ve survived this far. I think I can survive a bit longer.”
Maybe these were words of mere bravery, and stubborness. She wanted to wait for Will, but could she? What if her heart changed while he was away? What if his heart changed while they were apart? What if he didn’t come back?
“He’ll come back. He promised to come back…”
"And what are you going to do, in the next ten years? Wait!? Elizabeth, you're a wanted criminal now, and staying in land will make it easier for the Navy to capture you. They won't hesitate to tie that noose around your neck. Where will William be T H E N, eh? Norrington can't tell them to turn a blind eye anymore. He's dead. And I'm not about to let you hang, luv."
Even in anger, Jack's voice is low and calm, yet condescending. He doesn't need to yell to get his point across. Does she really still think it will be that simple? That love will make ten whole years go by in a blink, and that the Navy won't look for her during that time? Sometimes, Elizabeth could be stupid and foolish like William, wearing her heart on her sleeve, the youthful ideals of love clouding her judgement. Those two truly belonged together. The fools.
"Speaking of the Navy...the King is not going to delay in taking action upon the ones that lost him half of the East India Trading Company. If I stand correct, the price of my head must've tripled...and now you're worth a good coin as well. Let's go."
His hand travels quickly to Elizabeth's wrist, grip firm, yet kind. There's little time, and the noose doesn't wait for anyone. Jack's mind is already forming a plan, or at least attemting at it with his mightiest. The Pearl is gone, again, but even she takes a backseat in his list of priorities; now, it's about their lives. No time to waste.
someone actually iconed ALL of J-Depp’s scenes in Once Upon a Time in Mexico and im so tempted
As The Flying Dutchman disappears into the horizon, Jack watches, silent. He truly hadn't stopped to think of the long-time repercussions of being the Dutchman's captain, so maybe this was all for the best. His best, actually, because there was someone who had lost too much during this madness...and it had been all for nothing. Seeing Elizabeth like this tugs at Jack's heartstrings, even if he hates to admit it. This isn't right.
Slowly, Jack walks down the beach, his boots sinking into the sand, making him feel even heavier than he already does. When he's finally standing mere inches from Elizabeth, his hand hesitates to reach out to her, though, eventually, it comes to rest on her shoulder.
"Elizabeth-
Jack cuts himself off. Saying that everything would be alright would be an incredibly fat lie to tell Elizabeth at the moment, and not even he can deal with saying such empty words to her. For several minutes, his hand simply lays on her shoulder, gripping her tight as though fearing she would try to swim after Will. Or do something more drastic.
"Look, luv...I'm not about to leave you here to wait ten bloody years for William to come back."
He knows it's cruel to talk to her like this. He knows. But Elizabeth must snap out of it eventually, despite all the pain, and see reality for what it is. Jack isn't one to butter things up for anyone, because comfortable lies are the worst kind of lies. They give hope to those who deny the truth, while drowning it just as badly as a bottle of rum. He's not about to give that to Elizabeth....