Cap'n Jack is back

Shiver me timbers fellow pirates. Capn Jack and me are both a dying breed and whats left of us will surely be rendered extinct by the female of the species (infinitely more dangerous than any monster of the deep). Pity it is so. Events at land and sea convince me that unscruplous marauder's like us have the right vision for attaining personal glory. If only every other Elizabeth and what might I have was able to keep her tentacles off us.



Mere distractions you may say me hearties. Keeps the monotony at the ports in check perhaps. But all the good men I know have been taken for keeps and are working the galleys. The Capn and me had survived this far (only cause we are not sooo goooood; know what I mean), but one slip from good old Jack and a lamb to the alter he was (or slaughter as you might have said; yes delibrate you ruffians; don care for grammer in my space). Does the same faith await me mates? Only time will tell (13 yrs I too have, but lost count on how many are gone). The option? eternal service on the flying Dutchman for Davy Jones. Not so bad an option hey ye scoundrels? Perhaps the Capn has survived and will deliver us.

All ye cowards who dare join us not for fear of the ghost and the flying dress can take solace and marvel at our ventures from behind the safety of the silver screen. A good time at least ye are assured. But if it is eternal treasures ye seek then come on board, cutlass in hand, ethics and morals at home and pledge yur hearts and the chest you desire will fall in yur ugly laps. If its not chests me lassies (and understandably) then me and the Capn (we will need ter find him first and can do that in our free time; if any) are at yur service!!!