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mavln:

*leans against wall* u wanna make out *slips and falls down*

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#Me trying to put my life together… 

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do  u  ever ,    like ,     get  a  hyperactive  fit  and  start  yodelling  the  beginning  of  ur  upcoming  speech  of  madness  but  ur  hyperactivity  leaves  u  after  the  first  word  and  u  need  to  take  an  exhausted  breath             ?

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thescourgeofpiracy.

“I never thanked you, you know—sincerely.” The day of his promotion to Commodore often played in his head, when he didn’t want it to, haunting him with memories of what was and what could have been. He knew it wasn’t healthy, to let his mind linger on the past. In the months after he lost his ship to the hurricane that had prevented him from capturing the man before him, he had used rum as a coping mechanism. It was truly remarkable how he had achieved nearly everything he had wanted in life, only to have it fall to pieces in the span of a week. “I was…so angry, at you of course, but mostly at myself, after you rescued her. It reminded me an awful lot of my father.” He would never have been so cruel, to have rather seen his former fiancée dead than to have been rescued by pirates, but that was exactly what his own father thought of him when one had fished him out of the ocean and saved him from a watery grave as a child. He supposed that in some way had contributed to the unnatural vigor with which he hunted their kind, thinking stupidly that this was how he could finally earn the Admiral’s love and respect.

Now that he was an Admiral himself, he didn’t feel the need to be recognized by his father, especially after the way he had abandoned him after his career had ended for a time in disgrace. “I don’t know why I’m telling you all this.” he marveled at himself shakily, taking a sip from his canteen and shaking his head. Guilt? The near brush with death? The desire for absolution? “But I know when I’m in the wrong, Mr. Sparrow, and I apologize.”

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            and  where  shackles ,     taunts  at  best ,      have  been  expected ,     their  meeting  seems  unusually  pleasant .     that’s  not  to  say  he  won’t  stay  alert  and  cautious ,     but  the  unintended   ANALOGY   to  their  first  encounter     (   “i  believe  thanks  are  in  order”   ) ,     not  lost  on  jack ,     does  bring  forth  the  ghost  of  an  amused  smile .     he  finds ,     where  grudges  usually  are  held  against  his  majesty’s  most  loyal  servants ,     he  does  not  loathe  james  norrington .     jack  can  understand  the  man’s  anger  and  the  wish  to  kill  the  pirate  that  had   RUINED   his  life .     and  if  it  had  not  been  for  a  single  day’s  headstart  granted  by  the  former  commodore ,     perhaps  then  he  would  have  mounted  a  scaffold  a  lot  earlier  in  his  time .     even  serving  under  greedy  little  beckett ,     from  an  opportunist’s  point  of  view ,     is  understandable .       

-----------      and  so  he  shall  be  gentleman  enough  to   ACCEPT   the  humble  plea  for  forgiveness .     though  not  without  a  little  extra  teasing  and  a  trademark  glint  within  dark  eyes .               ‘        -----------     and  let  us  not  forget  most  generously  accepting  you  into  me   CREW   even  after  you’d  tried  to  shoot  me  in  tortuga .        ’                     

even  though  pirate ,   jack  is  not  yet  bitter  enough  to  view  only  one  side  of  a  coin ,     neither  naive  enough  to  believe  that  attacking  cargo  vessels  and  plundering  ports  warrant  understanding  rather  than  punishment .               ‘        i  honour  an  honest  apology ,     that  i  shall  say .     but  you  were  merely  doing  what  seemed   RIGHT   to  you ,     as  we  all  do .     no  shame  in  that ,    mate .        ’

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An emotion: *pokes its head through the mountain of suppression I've buried it under*

Me, beating it with a stick: Back! Back!

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BY  GOD  ,  SHE  DOES  !  WE  ARE  IN  LUCK  .

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‘are you decent?’  not morally, but im wearing pants, if thats what youre asking

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qceenmother.

             “I cannot tell if you showing concern, or offering your help,               but either way I need either, I can handle myself. However               though I am not the kind of woman to fall for such, if given               good reason I guess I could help you.”

‘        fall  for  such     ?     darlin' ,     you  insult  me .     never  would  i  try  any  of  the  sort .     i  was  under  the  impression  that   YOU   could  use  some  cheering  up ,     frankly .        ’

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Pirates of the Caribbean deleted scenes (x) -

‘We had a deal, Jack. I contracted you to deliver cargo on my behalf; you chose to liberate it.’

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I am half agony, half hope.

Jane Austen, from Persuasion (via thewinedarksea)

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matadordelmxr.

There was a concentrated look on his face as he stood there in front of Sparrow, watching the gun pointed exactly where he wanted it. In the moment he had no mercy for the pirate and he just wanted him gone. He certainly wasn’t the type to just let someone else scoop them up and risk the chance of escape. It was now or never. But as he waved his arms like flags and spoke, Salazar raised an eyebrow but didn’t have his solider lower his gun. He moved down to the pair and gave Jack a skeptical look for a moment. 

But the words that followed the lavish display of his arms waving almost shocked the Spanish captain. It wasn’t often he got one pirate to rat out the whereabouts of other pirates. With a wave of his hand his solider lowered his gun but didn’t back away entirely. He knew better than that. “You’re just willing to tell me information like that?” He mused with an amused look. “And what exactly would you like out of it, eh?”

a  quick  oriental  bow        is  given  to  the  captain  when  the  weapon  no  longer  hovers  threateningly  before  his  face .     it  is  a  start ,     the  words  that  follow  perhaps  even  a  willingness  to  negotiate .     using  the  moment  of  apparent  shock  he  rises  from  the  deck ,     bold ,    perhaps ,     but  cautious  as  a  cat  as  he   INCHES   closer  to  the  spaniard .     logically  of  course ,     following  this  plan ,     he  himself  would  be  presenting  the  pearl  on  a  silver  platter  to  the  man ,     ready  for  destruction .     but  maybe  if  it  all  went  smoothly ,     if  luck  will  smile  at  him ,     this  could  be  a  chance  to  get  rid  of  barbossa   while   reclaiming  his  beloved  ship .               ‘        the  man  and  i  don’t  exactly . . .     have  a  pleasant  history .    not  to  mention  his  odour .     terrible .        ’               jack  wrinkles  his  nose  before  nigh  to  childlike  innocence  fills  kohl - rimmed  eyes

‘        . . . my  life     ?      what  threat  am  i  to  you ,     aye     ?     don’t  have  no   SHIP ,     don’t  have  a  crew .        ’

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How dare you!

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ofseamyths.

and he falls for it,  bites  the  bait   ‘   —–  define a thing   ‘   being  curious  when  it  comes  to  Jack Sparrow   is  not  something  that  can  be  considered   a smart move,  everyone  knows  that  (  everyone except for Henry at times )    ‘   AN UNSCRATCHABLE ITCH ?   ‘   A  concept  that  he  has  not  yet  been  able   to decipher,  although  he  did  come  up  with  his own notion regardless  of  how  incredibly   erroneous  it  may  be.

‘        she  never  had  scabies ,     lad .         don’t  be  ridiculous .        ’               a  dismissing  shake  of  his  head  before  he  turns  on  his  heel ,     dramatically ,     to  take  swaggering  steps  towards  the  rail .               ‘        no .     no ,   a  stirring . . .     a  desire     --------     CURIOSITY   for  all  things  beyond  the  restricted  capacity  of  a  good  man .        ’               a  pause .     face  now  turned  from  the  younger ,     he  allows  a  fleeting  smile .               ‘        so  if  you  want   THE  ANSWER   you  best  ask  the  question  now  before  i’m  getting  sentimental .        ’

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‘        -----------     it  is  both   FASCINATING   and  frightening  how  he  ended  up  a  precise  replica  of  you  despite  my  calculations  telling  me  you  would  have  seen  him  for  a  total  of  one  day . . .        ‘               a   thoughtful  frown  upon  his  face  as  if  he’s  wavering  between  the  shock  of  the  frightening  resemblance  and  something  akin  to  sympathy .     a  moment’s  hesitation  until  a  brow  is  arched  and  jack  takes  half  a  breath ,     quickly  realizing  the  need  to  clarify .                ‘        we’re  talking  character .     i’m  seeing  absolutely   NOTHING   of  you  in  his  looks .        ’        

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