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Post by cheese on Aug 22, 2010 4:14:30 GMT -5
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There was a certain way how he always walked. How he looked at people and how he talked. There was a certain way how people recognized him. But it wasn't too difficult to recognize him amongst the other pirates. He was dashing, handsome and never was short out of rum. Well, maybe sometimes, but that was because someone decided to burn the whole cache full of nothing but rum in to the thin air. Just because of some meaningless sign. The man grimaced at the thought and decided not to think about it anymore since that accident happened long time ago and Jack had no idea what or where this particular damsel was. Not that he cared, she was William's problem now. Women, pffth. Who need them.
No, he wasn't drunk. But by judging by the wobbling walk, he had had one or more bottles of rum. Since we're talking about Captain Jack Sparrow, it was unlikely, he was completely unable to walk around even after three bottles of rum. The possible amount was three and his record three and half. Talk about an alcohol poisoning. But as Jack made his way along the street of Tortuga, once in a while stopping when some innocent or not so innocent man was thrown in the well or in the sea. It was quite hilarious to be honest, but Jack still didn't show any signs of emotions when he walked. Yes, he could feel emotions, why would you even question that? Anyways. Tortuga was the one place, where Jack could find some peace and..rum. Mostly rum, and since they were out of rum, Jack and his crew had to stay in port for a while, when Gibbs got the necessary supplies. Which was at least sixteen barrels of rum and crackers. Once again the Captain grimaced. Crackers. The lad who invented crackers should be shot and thrown to the sea. Our infamous hero once again stopped to a drunken pirate in the hands of a busty woman. Expect the woman, instead of having a curvy figure had melons where there should be something else. Jack blinked couple times and he could swear he even saw a scruffy beard growing from the lady's face. He shuddered and quickly hastened his steps.
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Post by FREYA SAGA FROST on Sept 9, 2010 9:22:08 GMT -5
 
The captain had just harboured her ship in Tortuga and she was walking down with long and secure steps. Her raven black hair was shining and her catlike eyes glanced around at her crew that looked rather tired. “We will stay here tonight, men! Enjoy!” She yelled out at them and her short speech followed by a cheer from the strong Scandinavian blond Viking looking pirates. “Thomas, Väinö!” Her strong voice called out as she walked over to the youngest giants she had just added to the crew. These two pirates could easily be considered as her favourites. Thomas had wild red hair and long bead that was braided in two parts. He was tall and muscular and he was very talented with two handed weapons. His big hands were resting on a large axe that was as long as one of his leg. The other guy – Väinö had black hair and dark eyes. His skin was pale and it made him look like some kind of creature that would live in a cave. He was slender, but just as tall as Thomas. His fingers were long and in his right hand he was holding a bow. This man was a talented ranger. He was only eighteen and he moved like a panther. They were the most loyal ones she had and she wanted them to guard her ship while she would go to the bar in Tortuga and get a drink.
“You guys guard the ship!” She told them as her fingers ran over each of their cheeks. Väinö looked unaffected, but Thomas blushed behind his red beard. Yes, that was how she liked her men to act around her. With two daggers on each of her sides, a pistol next to one of them and a knife hidden in her boots she walked towards the town. Her hips were swaying from side to side and the wind blew through her long locks and pushed them away from her pretty face. They had run out of rum two days ago and she needed to fill up the storage in order to keep the men fully satisfied. In the distance she saw someone coming towards her, and by the walk and the shape of his body it was not hard to recognise the famous Jack Sparrow. Freya pursed her lips and placed a hand on her hips as she stopped right in front of him, “Well, well, well, isn’t this Jack Sparrow?” She said while smirking, “Who are you running from now?`” The girl asked as she noticed his quick steps, “Not one of my men… I hope… For your sake.”
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Post by JACK THE MONKEY on Sept 17, 2010 18:05:56 GMT -5
Jack decided to follow Jack Sparrow around to see what Sparrow did. He monkey giggled as people were thrown into the street. He then decided to walk around mimicking Sparrow. He of coursed noticed that people were snickering, but Jack felt that it was worth it. He the saw Sparrow thrown against a man dressed like a women. He really laughed at that.
That's when he noticed that a nice looking, according to human standards, woman talk to Sparrow. He decided to rifle through her pockets and such to see if she had anything worth stealing. He snuck towards her and reached out his hand and touched her leg. Of course when she noticed, Jack would blame Sparrow. Sparrow looked like a pervert and Jack looked, well, cute.
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