Jack Sparrow

He was a Goodman

In wolf's clothing

A man of passion and fire

Fueled by gun powder and rum

Filled with wit and charm

With the rare fear and disarm

Beads and trinkets hung from his hair

He was a trustworthy man

Who tended to be betrayed

He trusted and fought

With a laidback demure

Took situations in stride

Never letting on the panic inside

Clever and quick

With bouts of pure clumsiness

He was the man of dreams

That every woman had

Strong and scarred from travels

Across the seven seas and beyond

His history unknown

As is his future at this time

Passing the living in a stance of bravery

Taking on the Kraken

With sword in hand

He was a good man

In wolf's clothing

A trusting and worthy man

Betrayed by a woman

With her own agenda of guilt

He was a man of the sea

A man of his ship

But most of all

He was the very making of the word

Pirate