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i was not here today, but either tomorrow or the day after i plan on trying to reply to more from my inbox! if i’m not here, though, i’m over on @teletropic :’)

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❛  𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴  𝙽𝙾𝚃  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙱𝙾𝚂𝚂  𝙾𝙵  𝙼𝙴.

▬▬⠀⠀𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤  𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰⠀;⠀《  @ledeuill  》

𝚒𝚝  𝚒𝚜  𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢  𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜,  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚎  𝚘𝚏  𝚊  𝚖𝚊𝚗  𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚘  𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎  𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑.  .  .⠀𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢;  𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢⠀▬⠀will  is  offering  escape.  what  more  could  someone  of  his  position  need  than  that  as  ample  persuasion?  biting  at  the  idea  of  naivety,  he  persists  and  presses  closer  to  the  cell,  absentmindedly  even  gripping  the  metal.  both  hands  clasped  onto  separate  bars  at  arm’s  width,  “ sparrow-  they— ”  a  hitch,  reluctant  to  give  more  than  necessary,  “ they  have  miss  swann.   i— ”  the  mere  thought  of  further  admittance,  to  him,  a  foul—⠀in  stench  &  livelihood,  if  it  could  even  be  regarded  as  such⠀—wretched,  no-good,  cheating  pirate⠀;⠀but.  .  .⠀will  is  desperate,  perhaps  at  his  most  desperate,  “ you  are  the  only  one  in  port  royal  who  knows  of  the  pearl—⠀where  it  makes  berth—⠀you  know  where  they’re  taking  her. ”

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𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 . . .

❝          …of  course  you  don’t !        what  would  you  have  to  blame  me  for ?         you’re  the  damn  fool  that  couldn’t  resist  chasing  a  bit  of  skirt.      honestly,      will,       none  of  this  would’ve  happened  if  you  had  just  listened  to  me.       or  not  listened  to  me.      one  or  the  other           –           all  this  caught  in  the  middle  nonsense  was  really  your  downfall.     ❞          he  is  rushing  tides  and  salt  -  slick  lips   :        compassion  was  the  poison  of  lesser  men,      meant  to  dull  the  heat  that  traps  itself  in  sea  -  grown  hearts           [          and  what  is  that  faint  twinge  of  pity  doing  in  jack’s  dying  heart ?         what  is  the  hand  reaching  out  to  land  against  will’s  shoulder,      the  same  hand  that  had  authored  his  fate,      meant  to  signify?           …            if  there  was  friendship  in  the  gesture,      it  was  a  passing  breeze  on  an  otherwise  sunny  day          ].            ❝          i  think  you  need  a  few  drops  of  rum,     mate.       you  look  seconds  away  from  crying  us  a  second  seat.       believe  me,     women  are  not  fond  of  the  whole  sad  sack,    pathetic  look.   ❞            his  thumb  is  caught  upon  the  man’s  shoulder,     rubbing  small  circles  into  his  shirt            –            a  hopeless  touch  of  a  drowning  man.

WILL’S  EYES  FLIT  TO  JACK,  and  it  is  against  all  of  his  better  instincts  that  his  brow  does  not  furrow—⠀to  not  look  at  the  man  beside  him  who  had  always  been  nothing  more  than  distant  &  utterly  unaffected;⠀stony-hearted  &  avoidant  with.  .  .⠀confusion;⠀a  touch,  and  not  one  that  is  fleeting.  no,  it’s  almost.  .  .⠀tender.  lingering-  and.  .  .⠀earnest.  in  spite  of  the  unexpected,  will  cannot  resist  the  urge  to  allow  himself  indulgence  in  the  presence  of—⠀against  all  his  once  sworn  grievances  of  pirates⠀—dare  he  say  it;⠀A  FRIEND.  the  press  of  jack’s  thumb  an  anchor.  𝚊  𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕  𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚑  𝚘𝚏  𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎  𝚝𝚘  𝚊  𝚖𝚊𝚗  𝚗𝚘𝚠  𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍  𝚋𝚢  𝚒𝚝—⠀bound  to  be  surrounded  by  nothing  but  death,  for  𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖞.  ten  years,  save  one  day.  for  will  turner,  mindful  of  the  sun’s  height  above  the  horizon,  it’s  final  words  in  trepidation  for  what  may  be  his  last  chance.  solemn  breaths  and  a  particular  fondness⠀(⠀not  too  fond,  lest  he  want  to  ruin  the  rare  moment,  as  he  has  come  to  learn  with  all  their  time  together⠀)⠀⠀❝ you  know,  jack.  .  .  i’m— ❞  a  splash  of  the  sea  against  the  bow⠀;⠀perhaps  even  the  quaint  stretch  of  a  smile,  but  doleful,  ❝ i  am  going  to  miss  you. ❞

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protective starters send a sentence, get a drabble.  

“ get back here! [name]! ”

“ i’m not asking you, i’m telling you. ”

“ i got your back, you got mine. ”

“ you need bandages and rest. ”

“ you’re not the boss of me. ”

“ i’m fine. what about you? ”

“ i will always rescue you. ”

“ get away from [him/her/them]! ”

“ you shouldn’t be out of bed. ”

“ i thought i lost you. ”

“ hide. ”

“ i can look after myself. ”

“ is that a blood stain?! ”

“ you were careless. ”

“ don’t touch that. ”

“ come here, you’re bleeding. ”

“ i didn’t think i would see you again. ”

“ do you need a hug? ”

“ you saved me. ”

“ i’m trying to keep you safe. ”

“ stop hugging me. ”

“ [name], where are you?! ”

“ i won’t leave you! ”

“ what were you thinking?! ”

“ i will protect you with my life. ”

“ who did this to you? ”

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so little love for will turner in the potc rpc across all platforms. it is my duty to change that, here

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                DON’T underestimate the lengths I’ll go to for the people I love.

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❛  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳'𝚂  𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝚂𝙰𝙼𝙴.  𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴'𝚂  𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃  𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂  𝙸𝙽  𝙸𝚃  .

▬▬⠀⠀𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤  𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰⠀;⠀《  @sparradh  》

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞  𝐢𝐬  𝐚  𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧  𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬  𝐢𝐧  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭—⠀heavy  &  haunted⠀—despite  its  HOLLOWNESS;⠀an  abscess,  carved  in  vain  of  morality.  it  aches  in  a  way  he  hardly  thought  it  would:⠀with  vigor.  𝚒𝚝𝚜  𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖  .  .  . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ｔｈｕｍｐ.⠀⠀ｔｈｕｍｐ.⠀⠀ＴＨＵＭＰ. ▬▬⠀mournful  of  the  life  last  lived;⠀LOST.  maybe  that  is  what  jack  means  ?⠀although.  .  .⠀the  man  is  quite  the  notorious  scallywag  for  his  lack  of  sentimentality.  but,  in  his  own  way—⠀and,  perhaps.  .  .⠀in  a  way  he  simply  reluctantly  chooses  to  ignore.  .  .⠀he  is  sentimental.  in  some  IRRITATINGLY  VAGUE⠀(  captain  )  jack-sparrow-backwards-logic  that  does  not  make  any  lick  of  sense,  yet  does,  that  will  has  somehow  come  to  be  fond  of  despite  its  contrivity.  whatever  choices  they’ve  each  made  that  have  brought  them  to  this  moment—⠀whatever  cruel  touch  of  𝙵𝙰𝚃𝙴  or  𝙳𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝚈,  eternal  damnation  cast  aside⠀—stood  aboard  the  creaking  deck  of  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐅𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐍⠀;⠀❝ i.  .  .  don’t  blame  you,  jack ❞  ,  even  if  will’s  fate  was  ultimately  SEALED  by  jack’s  hand.  .  .

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Captain Jack Sparrow Quote Starters (feel free to edit as needed)

“The problem is not the problem. The problem is your attitude about the problem.”

“Crazy people don’t know they’re crazy. I know I’m crazy, therefore I’m not crazy, isn’t that crazy?”

“No survivors? Then where do the stories come from, I wonder.”

“Your face looks familiar, have I threatened you before?”

“If you were waiting for the opportune moment, that was it.”

“Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate.”

“Why fight when you can negotiate?”

“My tremendous intuitive sense of the female creature informs me that you are troubled.”

“Did no one come to save me, just because they missed me?”

“Close your eyes, and pretend it’s all a bad dream. That’s how I get by.”

“Better to not know which moment may be your last. Every morsel of your entire being alive to the infinite mystery of it all.”

“If you choose to lock your heart away, you’ll lose it for certain.”

“The only rules that really matter are these: What a man can do, and what a man can’t do.”

“The world’s still the same. There’s just less in it.”

“You may kill me, but you might never insult me.”

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❛  NO  CAUSE  IS  𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓  IF  THERE  IS  BUT  ONE  𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋  LEFT  TO  FIGHT  FOR  IT ;

𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌  𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑  𝐉𝐑.⠀⠀▬⠀⠀𝒔𝒐𝒏  𝒐𝒇  𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒑  𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍  𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓. 𝚊𝚗  𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎,  𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎,  &  𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚜  𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢  𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚌  𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍  𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐⠀;⠀𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧  𝐛𝐲  𝐨𝐥𝐢  !

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