...Savvy?

"The world's still the same. There's just...less in it." Indie/Selective Captain Jack Sparrow VERSES

[immortalspxrrow]

godforsakenthing:

immortalspxrrow replied to your post: pro: it will be fantastic. con: your sister will…

dying still hurts, you know

“I’ll kiss it better.”

“Knowing how deadly your sister is, there’ll be a lot to kiss.” 

[immortalspxrrow]

johnconstantfine:

    “It’s not a soddin’ obsession. Y’always gotta go t’textremes – Honestly.” John rolled his eyes as he snatched the bottle up to fill his glass. “Maybe we’re jus’ a little disappointed. I’ve met scores of demons an’ angels an’ other wankers of legend, but not a unicorn in sight. Fuckin’ tragic, that is.”

“You’re just not pure enough, mate.” Jack grins, gold teeth gleaming in the dim light. As if he’s any purer in any way, shape, or form.

“I hear they like virgins.”

[immortalspxrrow]

conquistadoradelmar:

“Hardly alarmed,” the Spanish captain said with a hint of a disdain olive green eyes steadily meeting Jack’s. Clearly  ＿＿  that  ＿＿  was a pirate and Torres had very defined opinions of pirates which ran the gamut from decidedly negative to  o u t r i g h t  scorn. “I would only be alarmed if someone were to attack me and then not even for my own sake, but, indeed, for theirs. I’d hate to see the end they’d meet on the tip of my BLADE. It would be quite messy, I assure you. But no  h a r m  need come to any man, so long as he obey the law.”

“...——what a generous spirit you have, sir, I must say I’m humbled by your words. Truly, an inspiring display of solidarity towards your fellow men.”

If this boy makes it out of the pub without causing an incident, Jack will eat his hat. Or maybe not drink for a full day — that sounds more doable. 

On second thought, he’d prefer to eat his hat.

“Picked this pub out for its infamous respectability, then, eh? All by your lonesome?”

[leagarland]

I love serious Jack

[piratesofthecaribbean]

[immortalspxrrow]

Thinking you can change anything. What a monumental act of ego. I mean who the fuck do we think we are?

the magicians

“Would this be the part where I indignantly spout out a list of everything that you have changed?” 

Jack may know what goes on behind the curtain of flashy smiles that Tony keeps between himself and the public, the iron mask he presents to the world. The many roles he’s taken over the years. But this should not still be in question.

“A trip down memory lane? Is that why you're here?”

[godforsakenthing-blog]

here have a hug

“ ‘m sorry.”

It feels like it’s always the first thing she says when she gets here, and the last thing she says before she leaves. Deanna’s life is bookended with apology and regret, all those things she can’t fix, all those things she can’t make better. 

She’s sorry her sister doesn’t love her enough to stay. 

She’s sorry that she can’t put Jack above everyone else. 

She’s sorry that she chokes on the words any time she thinks about telling the angel how she really feels. 

And on days like today, tucked in against his chest, face buried into the fabric of his shirt, she just feels…sorry. 

For everything. 

[immortalspxrrow]

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[immortalspxrrow]

wereachandfall:

“If you just so happen to be obscenely down on your luck whenever I happen across you, that’s no business of mine.”

A quiet smile touches the very corners of his lips. This little sparrow always did have a penchant for getting himself into trouble. And perhaps Phae has a penchant for checking up on him. Sometimes he’s seen, and more often he’s not. 

       “Perhaps you could try being obscenely down on your luck a little less often.”

“Oh, well, I’ll just have a chat with Lady Luck, then, shall I?" Very helpful. 

To be quite honest with—well, himself, Jack is not even completely certain that John is here. Except it wasn’t John, was it. No, it was a very Greek name, what was it? Faust? No, that’s German. Hephaestus? Definitely Phae-something.

“Will you be saving me, then? Hephaestion?” That’s the one. 

[piratesofthecaribbean]

[immortalspxrrow]

"It was always yours anyway. I see no point in trying to fight the tides." He lets Jack shift, lift himself up and away from the touch. But Will follows. Just as he always has. Lips brush against the back of a shoulder, the curve of a neck. There's a smile pressed against tanned skin. "I don't want to get caught by any of your other loves, is all. I don't think Tia Dalma ever quite forgave me for what she saw."

“Now, that’s a lie, William, and we both know it.” There’s no honesty to the scolding in his tone, an old amusement for a lie heard all too often (once every ten years). But the sentiment remains the same. What William Turner felt for Elizabeth Swann was the purest love and devotion found in everyone’s favorite fairytales. 

And as such ended with the slow, sinking tragedy befitting every love story worth its words.

Elizabeth Turner died of old age, having kept her beloved’s heart safe for all her life. And on the day she took her last breath, the captain of the Flying Dutchman would not make it to shore until a week later.

Jack was already cursed, by then. Spent a month regaling Elizabeth with the tales of the pirate King she was, the life of adventure she deprived herself of to keep Will’s heart safe. A ghost of a memory she forgot was real more than once.

The dead man’s chest changed hands, and so did Will’s heart, in time.

“Serves her right.” He scoffs, and leans back against the warm strength of a scarred chest despite himself. “That date is set in stone. Once every ten years is your day, she ought to know that better than anyone.”

[immortalspxrrow]

A dozen bars, a dozen ports. A dozen decade earned reprieves. He knows that Jack has other lovers, another immortal, even. But he's never stopped ferrying that chest from home to home, just like he must ferry souls. His fingers trace along ancient bullet holes, thumb circling the deep, dark of the scar. "You could tell me not to come back, and I wouldn't."

“Getting sentimental in your old age, now, are you?” There’s a dishonest laugh hiding in his breath, the brush of calloused fingers suddenly too much on scarred skin. Too hot, too cold, he couldn’t say. Just too heavy— too much.

“If there’s someone you’d rather kept your thump-thump, mate, all you had to do was ask. I’ll gladly return it.” And he’ll forget for the moment that it’s one of the few real links he still has to the older and wilder seas. To the times of pirates, and devilish sea creatures, and accursed ships.

It’ll just be him and his compass once again.

[immortalspxrrow]

So who does that make you, huh? Still the charming rogue who saves the Pirate *king* from her life of restriction under her old man's thumb?

“The pirate king saved herself.” That was the whole point. “Whereas, I, the very charming rogue, provided a helpful vote in her favor.”

[immortalspxrrow]

Jesus! I'm not a virgin.

The magicians

“——I think it rather curious that you find the notion so insulting, love. Far be it from me to make assumptions as to your romantic history — that wasn’t the question.”

[immortalspxrrow]

So if I'm the pirate queen in your stories, who does that make Sam and Cas?

Deanna Winchester, that is a terrible question to ask a sentimental old soul like his good self.

“The ridiculously gigantic squid and the sea witch, I’d imagine.” Or the honorably obnoxious whelp, and the righteously once-and-again Commodore, perhaps. 

“And if I recall my storytelling correctly, there was never a queen, but a King.”

[brilliantrosetyler]

sparrabeth + elizabeth’s fascination with jack upon first meeting him

[immortalspxrrow]

“This magic gin better make us see unicorns that fart rainbows.” *lays on*

the magicians

Not pegasi?

“——Y’know, I’m beginning to find this equine obsession of yours a bit disconcerting, mate. In all honesty.”