[ There's a feeling you get when you've been gone from someplace familiar for a very long time, only to return and find that it's exactly how you left it. It's a feeling that brings back the most mundane of muscle memories, the kind of which make it easy to retrace your steps and puzzle out the very things you did before you left, the things you don't remember because it's so routine and regular that there’s no point in obtaining the memories.
This is the exact feeling Jack Sparrow gets when he arrives in Tortuga, looking past the railing of his ship and onto the crowds below.
When Jack makes his way down the gangplank, he arrives at the exact spot he'd stood last he was here. The same spot where he'd held out his compass to Elizabeth Swann and was all too easily able to turn her desperation to reunite with her dear William to his own need to find the Heart of Davy Jones.
He'd found it, of course.
He died not long after.
The spot on the dock shines brightly in his memory, but he walks past it without sparing a beat. Because truly, Jack has a lot of memories that shine bright in Tortuga, here in the closest place he has to a home. If he were to stand around all day and remember each one of them, he'd get nothing done at all. And he does have quite a lot to do today.
It's a lot less partying than you might imagine from Jack Sparrow. As Captain of the Black Pearl, it is his job (and, a thought reluctantly conceded, Barbossa's) to make repairs for her, and make sure she's in tip top shape for the next Adventure of Jack Sparrow. Unfortunately, she does need repairs, especially after their run in with the Flying Dutchman and the entire EITC fleet. As much as he would love to find a bottle of rum, as well as Scarlett and Giselle for some pleasant company, he needs to do the duties that come with being Captain Jack Sparrow.
You can find Jack anywhere in the city. He'll be walking (swaying, rather, as though in time with the motion of the absent ties. Or the swaying of a man whose veins run full of rum instead of blood. Or, perhaps, both?), completely undeterred by the shattering of bottles, the shouts, and the fistfights, all of which have become the signature of Tortuga. He looks like a man who knows this city, inside and out and who may be willing to help. For a price. ]
Jack Sparrow | idk some movie about priates
[ There's a feeling you get when you've been gone from someplace familiar for a very long time, only to return and find that it's exactly how you left it. It's a feeling that brings back the most mundane of muscle memories, the kind of which make it easy to retrace your steps and puzzle out the very things you did before you left, the things you don't remember because it's so routine and regular that there’s no point in obtaining the memories.
This is the exact feeling Jack Sparrow gets when he arrives in Tortuga, looking past the railing of his ship and onto the crowds below.
When Jack makes his way down the gangplank, he arrives at the exact spot he'd stood last he was here. The same spot where he'd held out his compass to Elizabeth Swann and was all too easily able to turn her desperation to reunite with her dear William to his own need to find the Heart of Davy Jones.
He'd found it, of course.
He died not long after.
The spot on the dock shines brightly in his memory, but he walks past it without sparing a beat. Because truly, Jack has a lot of memories that shine bright in Tortuga, here in the closest place he has to a home. If he were to stand around all day and remember each one of them, he'd get nothing done at all. And he does have quite a lot to do today.
It's a lot less partying than you might imagine from Jack Sparrow. As Captain of the Black Pearl, it is his job (and, a thought reluctantly conceded, Barbossa's) to make repairs for her, and make sure she's in tip top shape for the next Adventure of Jack Sparrow. Unfortunately, she does need repairs, especially after their run in with the Flying Dutchman and the entire EITC fleet. As much as he would love to find a bottle of rum, as well as Scarlett and Giselle for some pleasant company, he needs to do the duties that come with being Captain Jack Sparrow.
You can find Jack anywhere in the city. He'll be walking (swaying, rather, as though in time with the motion of the absent ties. Or the swaying of a man whose veins run full of rum instead of blood. Or, perhaps, both?), completely undeterred by the shattering of bottles, the shouts, and the fistfights, all of which have become the signature of Tortuga. He looks like a man who knows this city, inside and out and who may be willing to help. For a price. ]