Disclaimer: ya I know I don't own the POTC or capt'n jack sparrow.as much as I wish I know I don't own him either.glare and sulk in the nearest coronerthe last guard, I guess you think. You turn around to grab the knife so you can see what else is inside. Seeing the knife, you grab it and push the remains aside and a smile dances on you lips as you reach for a rolled piece of parchment. Slowly you unwrap the tied red ribbon around it and start to read it allowed.

If you are in possession of this scroll, it can mean but one of two things.

You filched it from its rightful owner or you have been chosen by the ancient pirate gods to follow in the bootsteps of many pirates before you. Either way, fate has brought you here and now you must fulfill your destiny. So dawn a fancy hat ,grab a bottle of rum and keep your good eye open for a suitable adventure to embark on. (damsels in distress.optional, hot pirate Captain a MUST). Now go forth dear piratess! Pilfer! Pillage! And most importantly, DRINK UP ME 'ART'S, YO HO!

Cordially yours, Secretary of the ancient Pirate Gods.

Your face lights up at each word as your dream has finaly come true! You could go one and adventure... but to where that was still to be decided... but for right now you finaly HAD a reson to go off and BE a pirate.