That time was lost. Yet time continued onwards. Sleep in peace divine Etro. I will stand guard over your legacy. In this realm, beyond time, my life begins anew.

Completely personal blog.

Fantasy Blade

“You’ve got strength in your heart, too. Never stop trying, and one day you might just become a true hero after all.”

careful-sweetheart:

shaggy2pope:

faetrouble:

pastelmorgue:

theoneguyoverthere:

hangthecode:

Jack was employed into service for the East India Trading Company and was given command of the Wicked Wench. However, after he set free a cargo of slaves, his employer, Cutler Beckett, had Jack branded as a pirate and the Wench set aflame and sunk. After failing to rescue the Wench, Sparrow struck a bargain with the ghostly captain of the Flying Dutchman, Davy Jones, to resurrect his beloved vessel. Jones returned the ship to Jack in near perfect condition except for the permanently charred hull. This prompted Jack to rename her the Black Pearl

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Jack Sparrow just got way cooler.

BABE

Yo, this is why Norrington said he’s the “worst pirate I’ve ever heard of,” and then Jack followed it up with, “But you have heard of me.”

Because Jack was branded a Pirate because he freed people rather than stealing anything. So Norrington, with his sense of duty, knows that Jack has been branded a criminal for actively not being a terrible human being. Norrington is torn between his duty as a naval officer and knowing that Jack is right.

He freed exactly 100 people, that’s why his debt to Jones was 100 souls. Davy has a sick sense of irony after all. Jack freed 100 souls and as a consequence his ship got sunk. Now his ship has been raised and as a consequence, he has to enslave 100 souls. This explains his reluctance to actually pay back the debt.

“People aren’t cargo, mate.”

Jack, I love you.

chosenxbyxetro:

Spheres. They keep our thoughts and our feelings, but most importantly. They keep our memories safe.

chosenxbyxetro:

Spheres. They keep our thoughts and our feelings, but most importantly. They keep our memories safe.

I’m having a nostalgic moment with my flute…that I recall naming Galatea a few years ago.

“You play the flute right?”

“Yeah.”

“Serenade me bitch.”

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