Dear Journal,
I'm angrier than a dragon that was waken from a peaceful sleep! Why? WHY?! 'Cause my beautiful ship is now in a million itty-bitty BLOODY PIECES!!! Millions...of...woodchips...My ship. My ship. MY SHIP!!! What the 'ell am I s'posed to do now? It's all that bloody blacksmith's fault! Here's the story:
I was sittin' there in my cabin loadin' a few pistols with gunpowder, so gunpowder was all over the place. Alright. So Mr. Turner comes in and he sits down an' we had a surprisingly intelligent conversation, aye? 'Twas startin' to get a wee bit dark...I found no need for a candle just yet, but Mr. Turner obviously did or my poor ship wouldn't be in pieces at the moment...He lit a candle and dropped the lit match on the floor...RIGHT INTO THE PILE OF GUNPOWDER. BOOM!!!
How much more bloody stupidity can one have?! Bilge, mate! Bilge! You would think that somebody has enough common sense to put out the match before throwin' it over their shoulder! Now we're stranded on this island that I don't even think's on the map! Gibbs tried cheerin' me up by suggestin' that we name the island Black Pearl Flambe, but at the time I was angry enough to flog anybody that even MENTIONED the Pearl to me. It's kinda funny now that I really think of it...
I saw the strangest people when I walked off. I think they were natives or somethin'. They had like...colorful face paint...And they were almost all naked! They had a little cloth thingamajigger to cover their privates with! Kinda reminds me of Tortuga when there's a real raging party goin' on... I think I should do the craziest thing and go ask 'em for help. There's really no risk at all. What's the worst that can happen? Oh sure, they could pounce on me, rip out my bloody guts (Hey, bloody works BOTH ways there!), and tear off my head and throw it on a pretty silver platter. Nothin' that somebody didn't already try to do to me. A'course...I don't know what to say 'bout me hearties after I'm dead. They'll probably be besieged, chased around, then finally caught and served for dinner in the native tribe's celebration. Mmm...Roast buccaneer...My favorite! Jack, you're such a cannibal! Come to think of it, I would resort to cannibalism if I was stuck on an island with a load o' hungry buccaneers. Eat them before they can eat me, savvy?
Going absolutely insane,
Jack Sparrow
I'm angrier than a dragon that was waken from a peaceful sleep! Why? WHY?! 'Cause my beautiful ship is now in a million itty-bitty BLOODY PIECES!!! Millions...of...woodchips...My ship. My ship. MY SHIP!!! What the 'ell am I s'posed to do now? It's all that bloody blacksmith's fault! Here's the story:
I was sittin' there in my cabin loadin' a few pistols with gunpowder, so gunpowder was all over the place. Alright. So Mr. Turner comes in and he sits down an' we had a surprisingly intelligent conversation, aye? 'Twas startin' to get a wee bit dark...I found no need for a candle just yet, but Mr. Turner obviously did or my poor ship wouldn't be in pieces at the moment...He lit a candle and dropped the lit match on the floor...RIGHT INTO THE PILE OF GUNPOWDER. BOOM!!!
How much more bloody stupidity can one have?! Bilge, mate! Bilge! You would think that somebody has enough common sense to put out the match before throwin' it over their shoulder! Now we're stranded on this island that I don't even think's on the map! Gibbs tried cheerin' me up by suggestin' that we name the island Black Pearl Flambe, but at the time I was angry enough to flog anybody that even MENTIONED the Pearl to me. It's kinda funny now that I really think of it...
I saw the strangest people when I walked off. I think they were natives or somethin'. They had like...colorful face paint...And they were almost all naked! They had a little cloth thingamajigger to cover their privates with! Kinda reminds me of Tortuga when there's a real raging party goin' on... I think I should do the craziest thing and go ask 'em for help. There's really no risk at all. What's the worst that can happen? Oh sure, they could pounce on me, rip out my bloody guts (Hey, bloody works BOTH ways there!), and tear off my head and throw it on a pretty silver platter. Nothin' that somebody didn't already try to do to me. A'course...I don't know what to say 'bout me hearties after I'm dead. They'll probably be besieged, chased around, then finally caught and served for dinner in the native tribe's celebration. Mmm...Roast buccaneer...My favorite! Jack, you're such a cannibal! Come to think of it, I would resort to cannibalism if I was stuck on an island with a load o' hungry buccaneers. Eat them before they can eat me, savvy?
Going absolutely insane,
Jack Sparrow