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[jacobotaidgh]

Tuesday, almost Wednesday. Maybe.

Might as well try writing in this thing again.

No crew t'be seen, just dirt and... Trees. Bunch of old junk too, old run down buildings. Don't wanna be stuck here long enough to be the next thing to un-exist.

Starting to think this is something like Davey Jones' locker, but I'm not sure who I've pissed off now. I mean, I feel alive. Not like last time. It looks like it may rain, we'll see.

Only been eating salads this week-- There aren't any animals here either, none that I see anyway. Not sure what's making that noise then.

It's like... A branch snapping, a bow crashing. But in the distance. Gone to explore it, but nothing changes.

Came back to the Pearl after a few hours away, she'd started growing ivy about her. Moss. Whats to say, I spent the enture night cleanin her and wont be steeping away again, at least for so long.

Well.

Goodnight, you stupid book.

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> -- [ After almost a week of searchign around the island and forgetting about the book, you decide to give it another look.

No fog has risen, nor has your crew. The island is barren, and you don't know what else to do.

Low and behold, there are changes to the journal. Moreso, it notes that you have... Correspondence? This is either a nasty trick of the fae, or a magical tome that connects to other tomes. Maybe neither? Maybe both.

Avoiding signing your name anywhere, you navigate the pages and write your first reply to someone you hope is from beyond the island. ]

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Name twin!!

Oh! Well hello there, I think.

You can read this then?

I assume your name is also 'Jack'.

Nice to meet you Jack.

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A new story driven roleplay blog for the infamous Jack sparrow, written by Smear.

[ See pinned post for details. ]

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>-- [ After making your first diary entry, you set the book on the bedside table, the quill rested on top.

Changing your clothes is slow, you almost hadn't bothered. But hey, tomorrow is a new day. You hope desperately that you can find your mates. ]

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Sunday, 1AM

Found this damn thing today. Not sure what else to do with it. Me crews gone. May as well talk to m'self til I find em.

Not feeling to hopeful, ship was empty when I got back. Town was empty too, incredibly run down. Spooky, even.

Gunna sleep with a door under the handle, wont be having anyone breaking into quarters and killin' me. Talk to you in the morning, book.

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Eventually, Jack settles.

You settle.

>-- [ You are freaking out. It's been hours, and not it is even dark. You really should be getting back to the ship, what if they are back? No, no. Don't be foolish, you shake your head. There is something magical here. Some bullshit fae magic or a god come to smite you, something. There must be a reason for this.

Exhausted, you sit. It is dusty, and you regret wiping the step off.

Looking over the detritus, your elbows supporting your weight against your knees. Then, a sidelong glance. You see a glint. Pause.

Another.

It is amidst the green, and you slowly stand, curious to get a look, but not enough to run in headlong. Youre approach is slow, weary, body low with your hands out at that odd angle you use to steady yourself. Squint, closer.

It is a journal.

Another look around. You even pull your sword out to poke it in the air around to book to make sure it isn't wired. Even after that you aren't satisfied, and pick up a rock, replacing it VERY carefully in the book's place.

It had interested you so much because it is not dusty. It's pages are rimmed in gold, the cover is embossed, a larger figure holding a smaller one, abstract. There is a feather quill inside, though no ink. You turn it over in your hands, and no matter what you try, it keeps stopping on one page.

It moves. You can't explain how, or what exactly, but the pages move.

You flip through, and the quill hits the page. Your curiosity over takes your paranoia for just one more moment, as you discover the quill is what is moving the page. When you touch the paper with it, the drawings, the images... They move.

You will take this back to the ship. ]

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Beautiful green decay

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a forgotten vine

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Hours.

They pass.

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Years, maybe. Years of sailing to the horizon, and never finding it’s edge. But to what end?

      Didn’t matter, never would.

The latest venture had been something impulsive, not much like the last romp. The thing of it was, the compass still worked well enough. It pointed to the sea, always… Save for when it spun to the occasional stock of rum, but who was keeping track? ’Least not when a strange island was overhead. Would be the mist that was the most unsettling, far more disconcerting than it should have been, for what it was.

      Captain Sparrow looked down to the compass, the arrow jostling as it pointed straight to the spit of land. Sneering his lip the slightest, Jack moved his other hand from the wheel of his vessel to flick the box. Nothin’. Taking in a deep breath, Sparrow dug about his odds and ends for his telescope. By the time it was unfurled and held to an eye, he could see nothing but white. He’d pull the scope away and fog his breath on the lens, before rubbing at it with his sleeve and repeating the process on the other end. But after that failed, he huffed and looked over the horizon. Oh.

      It was completely fogged over, the island barely visible through the mist! Almost as soon as Jack’d noticed, a crew member was calling down to him. Something about turning course, maybe seeking a way to circumvent the weather. Before answering the man, Jack looked down to the compass which now rested on an empty barrel. Still pointed, strong as ever. After a moment of consideration, Jack turned about to shout to the looksman, cupping a hand around his mouth. “Keep going!”

      “Are you sure?!”

      Jack cocked a brow, bringing his other hand up. “Of course! Hasn’t failed me before!” And, whether that was true or not, the Captain spun back to his post, shifting his weight to one foot. One hand resting on his hip after sliding his telescope away, he placed the other on the wheel. Mumbling, “Of course, of course, I’m sure. Bloke.”

The insurmountable amount of time had passed. Felt like hours, but it really couldn’t have been more than a handful of minutes… Right? Again, it didn’t matter. A port came into view, just as the fog faded away. The ocean- gone, as Jack looked about. Save for a sliver of the canal into a lake, it would seem, land had surrounded the rest of the bay. While this wasn’t alarming, it was noted that everything looked… Different. Yet Jack couldn’t quite put his finger on it. And despite everyone else and their ramblings, Sparrow would dismiss everyone’s worry with his wonder.

Wait--

His crew was gone.

He glanced around, none in sight. Another moment, before shouting that their joke was very funny, but you need to come out now.

They didn't.

Annoyed, he looked around the deck. Then frantic, he looked over the sides, run under to check the bunks, and then back up to the captains quarters. Not a soul was here.

      The dock had been fairly barren too, at the outskirts of a forest. Smoke peppered the distance, as did tall structures. Buildings, perhaps? But it was hard to tell through the trees. Smoke usually meant people, so Jack reserved to do the only thing he could.

Disembark.

And more trees would pass in the next half hour, some of the time spent traveling a worn path. another sign of people. This was an island, out in the middle of nowhere, but there couldn't be nothing.

      And yet, that's what there was more of.

      Even the town beyond the forest was empty. The only thing to be seen, log cabins. Smoke, yes, but it was hanging in the air, as if the wind weren't blowing it away.

He didn't feel any wind.

Unsettled, truly worried in all his experience, he recalls cheating death. Pft. Straighten that spine, Jackie, we're going in.

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Info - WIP

[ Interacts from @smearrpsmore, rules here. ]

Info and tags under the cut.

This is both a narrative  AND ic blog as well. There is only ONE timeline to this blog, but there WILL be metatextual shenanigans.

This post will be updated as needed, including with a full bio eventually, and headcanons. Info I DO have is here, and will be more detailed in the future.

Timeline here, if you want a summery of events and links to the most pertinent ones. There is also a list of plot beats I’d like to hit, if you want to be part of them, feel free to use this knowledge to meta game a little. 

If your character is from a universe that KNOWS of Jack or the movies he’s in, your character may mention it.

Tags:

Mod art - Art I make

jackposting - jacks blog posts

action post - posts that are narration and plot relevant.

aes - things jack likes

plot aes - ooc aesthetics and posts that set the mood im going for

ask - for asks

open starter - feel free to reply to one of them! 

gallery - OOC potc posts

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Headcanons:

full name is Jacob O’taidgh

Jack is cafab and genderfluid, and uses they/he pronouns. Bi, with a pref for ladies.

Biracial, his dad being caucasian and his mom southern asian. (i have textual reasoning for this, ill explain when i have time.)

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the journal:

A book Jack found. Basically, it is a diary with internet access.

It’s pages are web pages, and he can use a feather quill like a stylus to interact with it. 

When he writes a dated entry, and finishes it, it will be ‘posted’ to tumblr. Notes will be seen when he clicks on the number, and it’ll flip to a new page and show them.

If your character messages him directly, it will create a new page. He will write under the message to respond. Before the chat pages, is an index of chats.

He can make private entries as well, by not adding a date, but instead, a title.

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I used to run a jack blog all the way back in 2014. i missed him a lot. ive tried picking him back up again, but this time i have a STORY!!! uncover it with me :)

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Timeline

this will be update with more detail in the future, but here is the tl;dr until then:

cabin boy

free human trafficking victims

pirate

everything up to the 4th movie for the most part, but not the 5th (yet)

Act 1 [ 1.08.23 ]

Jack’s ship has teleported in the mist, and his crew is gone. Though unable to find them, he DOES find a journal, and it is very interesting. He decides to make an entry.

Plot Beats

Eventually, Jack will notice that there are numbers under his post, and discover this journal can somehow connect to others. 

The ship teleported because of the mist. I want him to discover this eventually, and that it can be controlled. But where goes it go, and how can it go back? Will jack ever see his crew again?

When it teleports, this could be a reason he meets your character in person! I’d love for him to get to talk to and meet so many new characters, even if OCs or in different fandoms.