That's Captain Jack Sparrow

The screams of Jack Sparrow echoed into the city on this day as he ran for his life.

“Y’know, This city ain’t a place for someone that lives out at sea...” He still had to find not only his imprisoned ship but free it as well...

“Ain’t too big on ‘em, m’self.  Still, an interestin’ sort t’ see considerin’ they don’t exist ‘n my place-or rather my time.  Still tryin’ to piece out exactly what’s what ‘ere.  Aaah, sounds like yer from the land t’ the west, eh?  Names Jack.  Capt’n Jack Sparrow.”

“Huh.  It tastes like mine.  I think ya need t’ go get examined or whatever it is people need to fix them eyes.”

“Maybe he just needs t’ try one o’ them shampoos.  Those picture boxes people call televisions shows this product called ‘Panteeeene’.  Maybe he oughta try it as I’d be pretty grumpy m’self if my hair was fire.  May relieve some of tha’ stress.” 

“Tall man with blue flamin’ hair?  And I thought I’ve been hittin’ the bottles hard.”  A rather confused Jack was wondering just what kind of man this could even be.  Must be a hell of a creation, and it must be a hell of an argument or something to want to apologize.

“Alright, alright.  Mind yourself, woman.  Ya slack off just a lil’ bit due to somethin’ catchin’ yer eye and ya go and lose your patience.  Still not use t’ this kinda place, y’know?”

“Is that even singin’?  I prefer th’ guy standin’ on the beach... Can I get more o’ him?  More specifically him singin’ ‘bout how brave I am?”

Okay, did he go a little too far there?  What was this thing’s name again?  “Gummack.. or.. Gunback..  Look, I assure you that this mess o’er here was not caused due t’ my drinkin’ or my involvement.  I’m as much of a victim ‘ere, mate.”Deciding to jump on top of a car to escape some trouble and resulting in a very violent crash.... Yeah, not his fault.

Looking up, just a small smile and lifting his hands up to show he had no real argument, that he was not armed for that question.  “What’s a century t’ you may as well be my present, Miss.”

“Well! Good to know that not only am I not goin’ mad, but there are others here about as miserable as I am.  Can’t really say of your opinion, but I assume it’s awfully close.”  He was more proud that he was agreeing with a rabbit man rather than starting anything which tended to be his luck.  Much better than metal men.

How did Jack Sparrow end up on the ground, staring at the sky above?  Probably the reason of several bottles laying around him.  He was celebrating this New Years in a way only he knew how...

Why did this guy have rabbit ears on top of his head?  Did rabbits need glasses?  The captain almost wanted to tug on the ears to see if they were real.  “Either I’ve been hittin’ the bottle too hard, or I’ve gone completely mad.  First I’m seein’ talkin’ metal people an’ now rabbits with glasses.  So much fer carrots.”

“What’s all this madness about with luck and treats?  Why would a piece o’ parchment that decides your luck also decide anythin’ else?  Luck is what ya make for yourself, and I say we’re all pretty unlucky t’ be confined in this hell of a prison disguised as an almost proper livin’ environment.”