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PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN RIDE HERE I COME ‼️‼️

guess who’s going to Disney World :3

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your DMTNT rewrite idea has been stewing in my brain and ofc I keep coming back to Carina at the end of it all, and then your Pirate!Carina art jumps me and I start daydreaming about what her life would be like now that she’s stepped into the pirate game with her dad(s) and I start thinking about what kind of reputation she would have and THEN I realize that if she has a reputation she would ofc get a cool moniker so I started thinking about THAT and now I have like five tabs open and a brain with a web made of thumbtacks and strings.

i thought it could be something Finch-like. Bird motif because of Jack. I found out there are red Finches (secret Barbossa ref?? idk I’m spitballing) and most importantly— Finches are smarty-pants birds like our resident smarty-pants Carina :3

i love her. i spent way too much time on this haha

wahhhh I love the idea of her getting a bird motif of her own that's so cute 😭😭 I'm glad you're seeing the vision anon she's my special special girl and I love her

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Jack and Barbossa

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No one mourns the wicked

No, one mourns the wicked

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Quick Sketch a Sparrow I did a week ago.

Inspired from: x

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At World’s End Jack + Emojis [insp.]

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I saw the new Pirates of the Caribbean last Tuesday, LOVED IT. Here’s a young Jack!

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Tag yourself, not-exactly-good-but-ya-know-not-that-bad guys edition

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OH Oh Oh oh oh oh… asdfghjklasdfghjkl.

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Something kind of clever in DMTNT: when Henry is cashiered from the Navy, they rip off his sleeves, which is referred to as the “mark of a traitor.” Now take a closer look at the vest worn by Mr. Joshamee Gibbs, everyone’s favorite Navy man turned pirate…

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I have huge respect for Mr Gibbs because immediately when he wakes up he has a knife and some really good insults ready

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If you listen to the Pirates of the Caribbean soundtracks without getting emotional in some way shape or form we can’t be friends

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A scar-faced man wearing a huge, battered hat strode in, and then halted beside Teague.

“Ladies, gentlemen, allow me present to you Captain Hector Barbossa.”

Captain Barbossa stepped up to the table and stood before the assembled Pirate Lords. Teague indicated a chair, but he shook his grizzled head. “Thankee, Cap’n Teague, but I prefer to stand,” he said, in a gravelly voice.

As he stood there, gazing down at each of the Pirate Lords in turn, Jack found himself covertly studying the man with some curiosity. Barbossa had an accent that he couldn’t quite place, and he was usually good at that kind of thing. West Country. Cornwall, perhaps?

Jack estimated he was in his early forties. His weather-beaten features with the scraggly beard wouldn’t have been handsome even if they’d been unmarred. His clothing was old and battered, stained with salt and other, less pleasant, substances. But his baldric was well oiled, and his weapons were clean. His eyes were sharp; they missed nothing.

His accented speech was so affectedly “salty” Jack half expected him to say “Arrrrr” at any moment. And yet, despite the accented, rough speech, here was a man of some intelligence, perhaps even a man with some education.

Barbossa impressed him as a tough, no-holds-barred pirate, someone who would make a formidable opponent in a fight—a good swordsman, but not one to abide by prissy rules. Here was a man who would knock you down and kick your teeth in as easily as look at you, if you were unwise enough to cross him.

Jack watched as Barbossa hesitated. He came here to tell his tale, he thought. Why doesn’t he? For a moment he was puzzled, then understanding dawned. Here was a man who was so accustomed to being devious, that even when he wanted to tell the straightforward truth, it was difficult for him to do.

// - The Price of Freedom