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She Jack on Spar till I row
Watching Pirates Of The Caribbean: Curse of The Black Pearl (I’m in Barbados for vacation so it feels right) and the sword fight between Will and Jack Sparrow is so cool because all of the clangs of the swords hitting each other are in time with music and it’s tickling my brain in a great way.
Here is the stupid thing i was drawing last night.
Emil is a slut for banana bread and would 100% stop sexnanigans for it.
Uncensored version on the ol’ bsky
hell yeah sparbossa thursday
Despite the heat and the stomach, which seems to be folding on itself, he'd like some more rum. Just a sip or two, so that those thoughts can smoothen at the angles, yes, they are tangled now, those thoughts that bend and twist, leading him way beyond where he would like to go, or, one could say, leading him where he thought he would never need to go again, and he would never need to go there again, right, thanks to his necessary death, that would have been so in line with the order of things. He was prepared for that order of things.
He is not prepared for this, instead.
What do you want to do with him?
Make him pay. Make him an example.
Elizabeth's pain is cold and fierce, carved out of the many fresh losses, and now she has the possibility of balancing it all, and who wouldn't, really.
It won’t be nice, mate. You ought to have died on your own, on the Endeavour.