#itscaptainsparrow

Opinion on;

Character in general: Jack Sparrow was the first character I ever really, really liked. In fact, the Pirates movies were what got me hooked on being interested in filmmaking and all that fun stuff. Long story short, Jack is the sassiest pirate of the seven seas.How they play them: P-E-R-F-E-C-T-I-O-NThe Mun: Sweet and amazing all around!

Do I:

RP with them: YesWant to RP with them: All the freaking time.

What is my;

Overall Opinion: Of the few Jack Sparrow roleplay blogs I follow, this one is one of the top Jacks. Not joking. They are amazing and they deserve to be on yoru dash. You will never be disappointed with their writing because they always give you their best effort. c:

There? Oh— he means {here}- the library. 

                 ❝  I was only there for a couple of hours,                  but that doesn’t matter because you’re here now,                  where have you been? I’ve missed you! ❞

"If I have to smell coffee for one more minute I am going to scream." Jeyne tugged the dark green apron with the embroidered mermaid off and shoved it in her bright, flowery backpack, before slinging that onto her back and letting her hair down from it's ponytail. Things had been rough since her father died, and Jeyne felt like she was constantly working, half the time even skipping school to catch up on sleep. At least now she was out of her fair trade venti skinny caramel macchaito hell. 

          The sweat of a man's brow and the strength of his back was all well and good, until man's nature outdid him and sent him scurrying for the nearest port, a good drink and an even better fuck. The sea called sweet nothings, but any strip of pirate port was a welcome relief, to unload cargo, restock for the next voyage, and let the men let off the steam building within the barracks. Tortuga, for its notoriety and, in Flint's most humble opinion, distinct lack of character when compared to Nassau – Then again, he was hideously biased – Would be like a breath of fresh air.

          It had taken them almost a week of wandering before the dark shores crept up on the Walrus' horizon, and the crew had gaped a collective sigh of relief. Flint supposed he could understand the attraction; hours of respite were, admittedly, few and far between these days. Hunting some Spanish treasure trove half the crew weren't entirely sure existed, their captain always seemed annoyingly eager to make sail again, chasing unqualified rumours and half-baked adventure stories across the Caribbean in the desperate hope of glories abounding.

          The risk would pay off, though – Flint was certain of it. There were still things in this world worth fighting and dying for, and the captain was determined to have them all. Peace waited, just off the horizon, the thought of it spurred on by the five million Spanish dollars that hulked in the water. He had promised Eleanor, his New Providence Island fence, he would re-equip Nassau's pirate-friendly port for the impending future; a nation of thieves, his own little paradise.