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Answer Phone - He Can Has! [Dec. 12th, 2012|12:13 pm]
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Bloody... Right, so, 'm not here or ain't figured out how to answer this abomination o' the technological age. So! Leave a message an' we'll be getting back to you.

Oh. 'M Jack Sparrow. In case ye called someone else what has a blasted uncomplicated phone.

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Timeline [Dec. 12th, 2012|12:12 pm]
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Escaping the Locker

Napoleonic WarsCollapse )

World War One

World War Two

The Forgotten War

The Vietnam 'Conflict'
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OOC: How's My Driving? [May. 24th, 2009|11:04 pm]
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This is a con-crit post, a place to tell me How My Driving is, and also an opportunity to generally get ahold of me. I want feedback! Please? Pretty please? D: LET ME KNOW HOW I'M DOING! And how I can improve it.

Speak up! Anon-enabled, IP-disabled, comments screened, etc.
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OOC: Commentary Meme [Jan. 20th, 2009|03:19 am]
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Request any fic of mine and I will provide you with a commentary/annotations, like a DVD extra.
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Meme [Jan. 10th, 2009|12:07 am]
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A family long ago, or what could be called one...Collapse )
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Christmas 2008 [Dec. 29th, 2008|02:33 pm]
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In honor of their recently expanded family-ish unit - which Jack rather thought better labelled as a crew because really that's what it was and family was much more complicated and tended to involve all sorts of clarifications, descendants, immortal papas, goddesses, and what have you - somewhat co-Captain Jack Sparrow decided to go all out with the Christmas celebration.

Hopefully it would also atone for his most recent dickishness, which, hey, would be a perk.

But in the spirit of a highly enthusiastic Christmas, Jack's preparations began days in advance.

Well, weeks, months in advance for all the planning and finding Chase's present, but the obvious, non-sneaky bit started a couple days early. And with Christmas pudding it rather had to. There was all that hanging and dripping it had to do, after all. The gingerbread, also, was made in advance.

The rest of his rather extensive menu, however, began on the big day. There would be frumenty, roast duck, stuffing, and brown gravy. Jack was determined. Also, he was making everyone help. Except the animals. They shed too much.

But for those who were less focused on the food and more interested in the presents, there was a tiny Christmas tree stuck safely in a corner. And under it were some presents, to be opened after the frenzy of cooking and eating was finished.
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justprompts: If you go to war pray once; if you go on a sea journey... [Dec. 18th, 2008|12:34 pm]
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If you go to war pray once; if you go on a sea journey pray twice; but pray three times if you are going to be married. -Russian Proverb

Jack knows gods. He's eaten with them, one put the dreadlocks in his hair - they're gone now but he's fairly certain they'd reappear if he died - he's been pawn and partner to their schemes.

There's none that he worships, not even the goddess of the Sea. Calypso may dislike that, have adopted him, chuck crabs at him, quite openly use him, but he is not hers.

Captain Jack Sparrow belongs solely to himself; himself and the sea. He was born on and from her, and she has been with him every day of his life that he cares to remember. The ones when she wasn't, he's not so fond of.

Diving into her now, in this cove that only has the one road and no tourists, with Chase splashing with the platypus and James already well in the water, he feels blessed. Submerged and gliding, he is content. Free.

There is a ring around his appropriate finger, two rings of blue in simple silver. It belongs to James, and in a way so does he. It's not a sort of ownership that Jack resents, not intellectually - James wears a ring, is possessed as much as he is - but it is something he has to work on constantly. Being married to one's ship is much different from being married to a man, and while the ring doesn't chafe it can grow heavy.

Not that he's married to James, gorgeous, neurotic, brilliantly kind James, because he's not, or even civilly partnerized (as anyone who has witnessed their spats can attest). But they're engaged, and piratical acknowledgement of matelots or no that's a bloody large step closer than he'd ever even considered before. It's his own fault, of course, since he started the trend.

Then again, there's hardly any chance of the engagement going all the way through. Not for another three hundred years, anyway. And hopefully by then he'll be even subconsciously used to the idea. Or, possibly, used to the way the entire world is getting more and more empty. He could go for either possibility, or both. By then it may even be completely legal everywhere, or everywhere nice and warm which is what matters.

For now he swims, thoughts turned toward future voyages, peaceful climes, and the eventual doom of marital chaos.
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justprompts: The Day Before the Day, by Dido [Dec. 9th, 2008|06:15 pm]
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Jack observed holidays as it suited him; Christmas for the presents, Valentine's if he remembered, Halloween for the costuming. They were too transient, inconsequential, changing in emphasis, tradition, importance. Another thing he didn't notice.

It started for him, like it started for many, in 1919, with an official proclamation that gave pause, both mental and literal. That year he paused, head bowed, eyes closed, and breathed.

It was too soon, then, even for the hundred years of his life before. And after a pause, and a sigh, he carried on.

Soldiers carry on.

The next year didn't change much, nor the year after. But slowly a ritual formed, an odd quirk added to Jack Sparrow's invisible headdress of tradition. The free little plastic-paper flowers bandied about so often as time progressed, carefully collected from streets, trash bins, changing room, bathroom floors as people looked at the increasingly young-seeming man strangely.

Clever fingers that once mended hempen ropes and torn sailcloth carefully wove thin, stubborn bits of wire together. Eyes, tired and old on these days, but sharp and quick as ever for their work, lover, the horizon, focused intent and unwavering.

The wreaths took days, and by the time they were finished, so many had already forgotten for another year.

But it was easier to crouch in the cold, bitter wind at the bow, working, than to attend the ceremonies. Too many years and he could no longer wear what he wished, had a new uniform, and another wreath to weave, and then they were aging too and it never seemed to work.

Each flower had a face; wire-twisted centers represented names, hastily wrapped tissue paper was hair and eyes and laughs. These were people he couldn't share with James, even for the moments they deemed safe in a transient life; they'd already been snuffed and doused, and without their warmth the stories tasted bitter when retold.

Jack adored James on these days, because if anyone understood, it was that man. He knew to be silent, to speak, wasn't a raucous young protester Jack would otherwise support, wasn't an angry old soldier claiming Jack would never comprehend. And when Jack released his wreaths, sent them on watery, half-sunken journeys through seas and rivers and ports full of little boats, he was simply there.

He started as a presence, comfort as they had, then a hand on Jack's shoulder, then finally, blissfully, after many, many years, arms around him, supporting the smaller man, taking support from the older man, as they watched red and green fade away. And finally, mourning, Jack could let tears fall.

Others would forget, time would pass, old soldiers would mourn alone, proud in their uniform and ceremony, taking solace in tradition and drink. And Jack and James, eternally young, old fighters, having seen too many battles and wars from too many sides, would wait and feel and never quite say goodbye.

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Soldier, Veteran Jack Sparrow would never let that happen.
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justprompts: tomorrow [Nov. 18th, 2008|09:44 pm]
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Norrington didn't understand, most likely, Jack's compulsion to stay in the cave they'd found. Little babies, just maybe the size of the smaller man, but swift swimmers and deadly already; when they'd spotted the krakens, of course the Navyman wanted to leave. Jack just sat, arms draped over knees, water lapping gently at dirty ankles. Watching them he smiled softly, and if there was water on his face, it must have been from some errant, playful splash of tentacle, nothing else.

He stayed hours to watch, unmoving and soundless. When finally the pirate stood, stretching and walking to where James leaned waiting, his silence was a little lighter. With thankful eyes he nodded to the other man and headed out. Most likely somewhere hereabouts there was a place to bed down where they'd both be comfortable.
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justprompts: ferris wheel image (http://i38.tinypic.com/dx1nhi.jpg) [Nov. 18th, 2008|09:28 pm]
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Life sped too fast now, and Jack quite thoroughly hated it.Collapse )
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