Dedicated to GrindelwaldSparrow

(Set after Curse of the Black Pearl)

Dₑₐᵣ Dₐᵥy,

Sorry, diary (blame it on the rum)
For years I've longed for some peace an' quiet from the daily adventures me crew and I have. Now that that there's actually some peace an' quiet, I don't know what in the name of Tortuga to do...

Commandeering the Black Pearl, a life's ambition, does have it's perks and now the rightful title of 'Captain' is restored to the name Jack Sparrow. I don't know if it's some sort of disgusting mental condition the folk at Port Royal have. They can't seem to say 'Captain Jack Sparrow'. It's always just 'Jack Sparrow'.

Separating 'Captain' from my name is rather like...like stealing the barrels of rum from my ship- you're inviting death, mate.

Speaking of death, nobody seems to mind the fact that the whole "Rescue the Damsel Elizabeth Swanson from the evil Barbossa" quest nearly killed us. Me.

But of course, with the great Captain Jack Sparrow, what can go wrong? I actually quite agree on that. Without my stunning skill in the art of negotiation, we'd probably all be dead now, including Bootstrap Bill's son, that Will Turner, and his lass Elizabeth. Happily stuck in Davy Jones' locker.

That woman unfortunately uncovered the truth behind my 'Stranded on the island with just a gun' tale.
Fine, I wasn't dying. Alright, I was on the island for only three days. All I had to do was make a little deal with the transporters there. "How 'bout you let me off this godforsaken island, and I won't let slip that you're illegally transporting rum, savvy?"

That takes skill, I assure you.

The wind's blowing from starboard and we're tipping a bit...But we've got a bigger emergency on hand, so I must get going. Gibbs has just informed me that we've run out of our last stock of rum. I think I'm about to lose my very valuable head.

Why's the rum always gone??

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