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Guys, I updated my sideblog @flighty-sparrow ! There's a pinned post up about Jack and his verses/AUs. Give it a follow if you'd like to roleplay :) please be over 21+ years old to interact, as I explore NSFW topics in my writing! I do NOT roleplay with minors for this reason, I hope you all understand! Thank you! Oh, and I make sure to tag potential triggers if there is any in my writing/posts.
The air was thick with salt and tourists.
Chief Inspector James Norrington stepped off the dock and onto the creaking gangplank of the María Celestina, the so-called “crown jewel” of the harbor’s historical attractions. She was freshly waxed and obnoxiously polished, bobbing smugly in the water as if she wasn’t the scene of a high-profile theft.
He adjusted his sunglasses, not because the sun was in his eyes—but because he could feel a headache forming already.
A museum staffer—young, nervous, probably not used to talking to real police—greeted him near the main deck. “Sir, it—it was just gone this morning. No alarm, no signs of forced entry, nothing.”
James held up a hand. “Save the details. Just… show me the logbook.”
They led him past the velvet ropes and down into the exhibit hall, where a glass display case now sat suspiciously empty. The spotlight still shone dramatically on the void. A plaque below it read:
“Gold Doubloon – Circa 1697. Believed to be part of the Mad Red Corsair’s final plunder.”
Of course it was.
James took the logbook and flipped through the pages with a practiced eye. Names, numbers, mostly tourists. Then, at the bottom of the guest list from the night before:
“Captain Jack S.”
No address. No number. Just that—alongside a doodled compass rose that looked suspiciously smug for an ink drawing.
James glared at the empty display case, the stolen coin already weighing on his mind like a stone. He turned sharply toward Gillette and Groves, his tone biting and impatient. “Find Captain Jack S. I don’t care how—trace his steps, check the docks, question every bloody tourist if you have to. I want him now.” He paused, eyes narrowing.
Both officers stiffened and nodded in unison. “Yes, sir.”
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