[ Being a pirate is very hard work. Someone has to drink all of that rum, and Captain Jack Sparrow has always been the type of man to sacrifice his liver for the good of his men.
So there he is, lying upon a makeshift raft, drinking bottles and bottles of rum.
Really, he's practically gone through a crate already, and that coupled with the sea blazing straight onto him - well, madness is never too far away with Captain Jack, and there's nothing like drunken heatstroke to bring him back into that familiar haze of insanity.
Still, he really seems to be enjoying himself, judging by the fact that he's been singing really bad eggs over and over for the last six hours. And who doesn't love a singalong?
With his fingertips dipped into the sea beside him, he watches as the clouds above him form into strange animals, plants and other engaging images. He's not sure how long he's been doing that for, he just knows that his other self happens to be doing the exact same thing - and that's always a good bonding moment. ]
Did you see that one?
[ He turns his head towards himself and stares meaningfully, ignoring the way the world seems to swim as soon as he moves so much as an inch. ]
Yes, it was quite a spectacular banana tree. Who knew that they could wear corsets so well?
[ Nodding along with his hallucination, Jack completely ignores when his view of the clouds above is skewed by some sort of great, hulking thing made of wood sails into it.
And if it's sailing, it's probably a ship. Or at least a boat. That'd probably be helpful if it wasn't a figment of his own imagination. ]
captain jack sparrow | pirates of the caribbean
So there he is, lying upon a makeshift raft, drinking bottles and bottles of rum.
Really, he's practically gone through a crate already, and that coupled with the sea blazing straight onto him - well, madness is never too far away with Captain Jack, and there's nothing like drunken heatstroke to bring him back into that familiar haze of insanity.
Still, he really seems to be enjoying himself, judging by the fact that he's been singing really bad eggs over and over for the last six hours. And who doesn't love a singalong?
With his fingertips dipped into the sea beside him, he watches as the clouds above him form into strange animals, plants and other engaging images. He's not sure how long he's been doing that for, he just knows that his other self happens to be doing the exact same thing - and that's always a good bonding moment. ]
Did you see that one?
[ He turns his head towards himself and stares meaningfully, ignoring the way the world seems to swim as soon as he moves so much as an inch. ]
Yes, it was quite a spectacular banana tree. Who knew that they could wear corsets so well?
[ Nodding along with his hallucination, Jack completely ignores when his view of the clouds above is skewed by some sort of great, hulking thing made of wood sails into it.
And if it's sailing, it's probably a ship. Or at least a boat. That'd probably be helpful if it wasn't a figment of his own imagination. ]