Dear Journal,
Sorry 'bout the last entry. Kind o' get carried away with the rum. No worries, though! I have a major hangover! And 'tis a good thing in a way 'cause last time I didn't get a hangover when I got up an' I ended up gettin' it later in the day. It'll go away soon.
I thanked Mr. Turner for finishing the entry fer me. The lad isn't so bad. Jus' like 'is father.
Mmm...I'm startin' to think that I didn't write the entry signed "Elizabeth Swann"...It makes more sense that I didn't write it. Never really fancied printing the "Dear Journal" part. Oy,'scuse me, the 'Dear Diary' part-- Woah!!! 'Dear Diary'?! WHY IN THE GODDAMNED BLOODY HELL WOULD I WRITE 'Dear Diary' ?! What do I look like?! A PRETTY PINK BLOODY PIRATE WITH FRILLY LACEY GIRLIE BILGE FOR APPAREL?!?! "Oh, watch me! I'm a prissy little pink pirate pelting posies everywhere! And to open my log book entries, I write 'Dear Diary'." BLOODY HELL, MATE!!! I should get myself flogged for openin' with 'Dear Diary'! Or, I could ask Elizabeth if she wrote in my journal for some strange and unexplained reason when she has a perfectly good diary that she writes, "I LOVE WILLIAM TURNER" in big bold pink n' red lettering all over...But how would she have gotten a hold of my journal? And if she DID get it, she'd most definitely realize that it wasn't hers, aye? Aye! So tomorrow, when I won't have a bloody hangover when I wake up, I'll have myself flogged! That'll teach me not to write in me journal when drunk!
Still no sign of "The French"/"Thef Rench"/"Theif Wrench". Hmm...What should I do today... I jus' realized that almost in every journal entry I get mad at somethin'. This must be my stress reliever, aye? Have a bad day; Take it out on the journal. Dun' like the weather; Get angry at the journal. It starts to rain; Blame it on the journal. I love havin' a journal. Maybe one day it'll be found n' I'll be famous 'cause they'll publish it with these big, new futuristic do-hickies that make copies at breakneck speed! An' then I'll be rich! ...Actually...I'd be dead...So...THEN I'D BECOME THE MOST FAMOUS PRETTY PINK PRISSY PIRATE PEL--Wait. I mean...So then I'd become the MOST DEADEST MONEY FAMOUS WITH A LOT OF RICH! Yeh know, that isn't right either. The...MOST MONEY-- This hangover is really makin' me mind discombobulated...MOST DEAD--...MOST FAMOUS DEAD RICH PERSON WITH A LOT OF MONEY! But I didn't need that little "WITH A LOT OF MONEY!" ending 'cause normally a rich person has a lot of money...Unless he's rich with hair or somethin'. Let us hope that most rich people have a lot of money. Though...I was once rich. With rum. Aye. Lots of rum. I would go drink some, but it wouldn't help this bad hangover...
All discombobulated,
Jack Sparrow
Sorry 'bout the last entry. Kind o' get carried away with the rum. No worries, though! I have a major hangover! And 'tis a good thing in a way 'cause last time I didn't get a hangover when I got up an' I ended up gettin' it later in the day. It'll go away soon.
I thanked Mr. Turner for finishing the entry fer me. The lad isn't so bad. Jus' like 'is father.
Mmm...I'm startin' to think that I didn't write the entry signed "Elizabeth Swann"...It makes more sense that I didn't write it. Never really fancied printing the "Dear Journal" part. Oy,'scuse me, the 'Dear Diary' part-- Woah!!! 'Dear Diary'?! WHY IN THE GODDAMNED BLOODY HELL WOULD I WRITE 'Dear Diary' ?! What do I look like?! A PRETTY PINK BLOODY PIRATE WITH FRILLY LACEY GIRLIE BILGE FOR APPAREL?!?! "Oh, watch me! I'm a prissy little pink pirate pelting posies everywhere! And to open my log book entries, I write 'Dear Diary'." BLOODY HELL, MATE!!! I should get myself flogged for openin' with 'Dear Diary'! Or, I could ask Elizabeth if she wrote in my journal for some strange and unexplained reason when she has a perfectly good diary that she writes, "I LOVE WILLIAM TURNER" in big bold pink n' red lettering all over...But how would she have gotten a hold of my journal? And if she DID get it, she'd most definitely realize that it wasn't hers, aye? Aye! So tomorrow, when I won't have a bloody hangover when I wake up, I'll have myself flogged! That'll teach me not to write in me journal when drunk!
Still no sign of "The French"/"Thef Rench"/"Theif Wrench". Hmm...What should I do today... I jus' realized that almost in every journal entry I get mad at somethin'. This must be my stress reliever, aye? Have a bad day; Take it out on the journal. Dun' like the weather; Get angry at the journal. It starts to rain; Blame it on the journal. I love havin' a journal. Maybe one day it'll be found n' I'll be famous 'cause they'll publish it with these big, new futuristic do-hickies that make copies at breakneck speed! An' then I'll be rich! ...Actually...I'd be dead...So...THEN I'D BECOME THE MOST FAMOUS PRETTY PINK PRISSY PIRATE PEL--Wait. I mean...So then I'd become the MOST DEADEST MONEY FAMOUS WITH A LOT OF RICH! Yeh know, that isn't right either. The...MOST MONEY-- This hangover is really makin' me mind discombobulated...MOST DEAD--...MOST FAMOUS DEAD RICH PERSON WITH A LOT OF MONEY! But I didn't need that little "WITH A LOT OF MONEY!" ending 'cause normally a rich person has a lot of money...Unless he's rich with hair or somethin'. Let us hope that most rich people have a lot of money. Though...I was once rich. With rum. Aye. Lots of rum. I would go drink some, but it wouldn't help this bad hangover...
All discombobulated,
Jack Sparrow