Me? I'm dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly...stupid.
The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do and what a man can't do. For instance, you can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man or you can't. But pirate is in your blood, boy, so you'll have to square with that some day. And me, for example, I can let you drown, but I can't bring this ship into Tortuga all by me onesies, savvy? So, can you sail under the command of a pirate, or can you not?
When you marooned me on that god forsaken spit of land, you forgot one very important thing, mate: I'm Captain Jack Sparrow.
You think this wise, boy... crossing blades with a pirate?
Guard the boat, mind the tide... don't touch my dirt.
Where is it? Where's the thump-thump?
My incredibly intuitive sense of the female mind tells me you're troubled.
I do that quite a lot. Yet people are always surprised.
Look....An undead monkey! Top that!
Oh bugger.
Why is the rum always gone?Oh... that's why.
I've got a jar of dirt! I've got a jar of dirt! And guess what's inside it?
I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by.
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