Most people think i'm... crazy, deluded, insane, deranged, barmy, mentally strange. However you put it, i am most certainly not of unsound mind.
I am, in fact, perfectly balanced. In a way.
I'm just not appreciated, thats all. You saw what happened when I wasn't around- chaos ensued, all havoc broke loose, nobody knew what to do with themselves! They want to kill me; they want me alive. I wish they'd make up their minds.
Nevertheless, the point I'm trying to get at here is this. Maybe I'm a little... bewildered, at times. Or how i like to describe it...rum-drunk. But that's it! Being shot, stabbed, eaten by a big beastie-all and more contributes to the way I am. Now you can't blame me for that.
Mutiny's happen all the time to me. Poor ole Jack here usually ends up being marooned on an island. oh, how i hate it with a passion. Especially if its that godforsaken piece of land named Isla de Muerta. If i ever end up there again, shoot me. Or i'll shoot myself.
anyway. I am Captain Jack Sparrow. (bet you're jealous of a title like that,aye? admit it,you are.)
I mean, who wouldn't want to be me, honestly? Suave, sophisticated, practical...everything i'm not.
I was once told I was a good man. Now,i may be many things but I highly doubt my name belongs in that category. Its almost an insult!
Dear, naive Elizabeth. Temptress she may be, but watch out for that one.
The point to this? i've just told you my point. And if that isn't sufficient enough for you..well,then,its impossible to please such a person!
I'm really terribly sorry, but i've ran out of rum.
Cheery oh!
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