mutante3001:

Keith Richards

captainjakvax:

How is Mum?

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She looks Great :D

How to Recognize a Fellow Pirate.

thepiratescode:

No Pirate is an Island. Once you firmly decided t’ become a brigand o’ the high seas, you’ll naturally gra’itate toward your own kind. But they don’t exactly ad’ertise openly. Har be a few dead gi’eaways e’en the most co’ertly disguised pirate can’t help but drop.

1. The Walk.

Today we often refer t’ criminals takin’ the “walk o’ shame.” In the heyday o’ the sea pirate, thar was no such thin’. Those who showed weakness or hesitation o’ the whar’es o’ the Caribbean war easy pickin’s; the sa”y pirate, tharfore, is one who struts boldly and colorfully. The trick in lookin’ for such a person is tunnin’ your senses t’ home in on the small, peculiar diffarnces in gait that separate a pirate from, say, some poor sot who’s missin’ a few toes (or his wits).
With practice and a sharp eye, you can begin t’ discern in pirates a complex and at times gra’ity-defyin’ pattern o’ ambulation: The natural rollin’, side-to-side gait o’ the parnnially seaborne. Gar, Where can I find a bottle o’rum?

2. The Talk. 

The argot o’ the pirate is a complex one. In essence, the pirate language is a pidgin o’ the slangs o’ seafarers throughout the ages, includin’ the corsairs o’ the Mediterranean, the picaroons o’ England, and the nati’es o’ the Caribbean isles.
That’s not t’ say that the salty accent o’ the pirate- and particularly o’ Jack Sparrow, who posses a rum-infused speech entirely his own- is somethin’ unintelligible t’ the layman or lubber; rather, its close kinship t’ the Kin”s English means that pirates aren’t instantly recognizable by their speech alone. Which is as it should be. As with pirate walkin’, talkin’ should be a subtle ‘ariation on what’s socially acceptable.

3. The Smell. 

The subject isn’t pleasant enough t’ dwell on for long, so suffice it t’ say that pirates area fragrant lot. Granted, all sailors be at least a little frightful when sensed from downwind, but pirates possess e’en less discipline than the a’erage merchant.
E’en when pirates do try t’ clean up, which is seldom, the compounded perfume o’ fish, tar, and soiled laundry tends t’ clin’ t’ them like a bad memory. When all else fails in your search for a fellow pirate, follow your nose.

4. The Tattoos. 

Pirates ga’e tattoos their menacin’, outlaw reputation, one that persists in part t’ this day. Sailors o’ reputable ‘essels once used telescopes t’ scour the decks o’ incomin’ ships, lookin’ for a telltale tattoo that would identify the crew as pirates.
If sailors can do it, so can you. Keepin’ an eye out for tattoos, especially those peekin’ out from under slee’es at the forearm is an ideal way t’ identify a potential pirate. The designs be often unimaginable and predictable: skulls, skeletons, ships, and e’en the occasional fa’orite strumpet.

5. The Brethren Court.   

After you’e established some sort o’ contact with a fellow pirate, the next step is t’ seek the Brethren Court. Also known as the Order o’ the Brethren, the Pirate Council, and the Brethren o’ the Coast, this secret society o’ brigands and blackguards is widely reported t’ have been abolished toward the end o’ the se’enteenth century. But who do you think spread such rumors? The Court is furti’e and unfathomable, and membership can mean access t’ the accumulated wisdom o’ centuries o’ piratehood.
So how does one recognize a member o’ the Brethren Court? Don’t e’en think about it. Thar is no secret handshake or card, and only nine Pirate Lords may ser’e at one time. They be known by the pieces o’ eight they carry as well as by the shanty “Hoist the Colours,” which they sin’ t’ call a concla’e t’ order. Ser’in’ on the crew o’ a Pirate Lord is the only way t’ fast-track your pirate career (and if you’re extremely loyal and trustworthy, become a Lord yourself one day).
Lastly, don’t make the mistake o’ takin’ the word brethren t’ mean “male only.” Pirates may be a loutish lot, but talent is talent, regardless o’ the package in which it is wrapped. 

Hello, Dad.

Captain Teague's first appearance/Captain's Daughter scene

• [Jack grins triumphantly, but his smile instantly fades.]
• Guard: Filthy pirate.
• [He cocks the rifle, but then a BANG is heard. The guard falls forward. Jack turns around...and sees Teague appearing out of the shadows.]
• Teague: Hello, Jackie. [salutes]
• Jack: [salutes back] Hello, Dad.
• [Inside the Captain's Daughter pub: a woman screams and laughs rather weirdly, someone snores as his drink pours out, camera pans over to Teague and Jack at a table. Mandola playing is heard in the background.]
• Teague: I heard you were putting together a crew.
• Jack: If enough people keep saying it, then it must be true.
• Teague: I heard where you're headed. The Fountain.
• Jack: Have you been there?
• Teague: Does this face look like it's been to the Fountain of Youth?
• Jack: Depends on the light.
• Teague: Son, the Fountain. There be items required, for the Profane Ritual. Two Chalices.
• Jack: On the map, there was a Chalice --
• Teague: Two. Silver. From Ponce de Leon's ship. You'll need both.
• Jack: For?
• Teague: The Ritual! Don't be a fool, Jackie! Find out every detail before you set sail.
• Jack: Set sail? I'd love to. But for that, I may need a ship.
• Teague: [singing is now heard prominently] Those folk, over there. They have a ship. They're signing up sailors right now.
• [Jack looks over, and sees Scrum with some ladies. They are singing.]
• Scrum and the women: My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold...
• [Jack turns back to Teague]
• Teague: And one last thing, Jackie. The Fountain tests you. [mysteriously] Mark my words.
• [The two toast each other, and drink. Jack glances back over at Scrum.]
• Scrum and the women: ...there is nothing that can console me but my jolly sailor bold!
• Woman: Ha ha haaaa!
• [Jack glances back - but Teague is gone. Scrum continues playing his mandola as the ladies leave. But it stops instantly as Jack holds a small knife to his throat.]
• Jack: I hear you be recruiting a crew.
• Scrum: Aye. That being said, Jack Sparrow be puttin' together a modest venture. [Jack steps out of the shadows] Hey, you've got some nerve there, eh, chap? Turnin' up here, dressed like that?! Why, are you some kind of imposter?
• Jack: Do you have any idea who I am, mate?
• Scrum: [laughs, then to everyone] Oi! Markers! Some bloke here almost forgot his own name!
• [Everyone laughs hysterically. A door bangs open.]
• Derrick: Lads, I'm sailin' with Sparrow! Who'll buy a sailor a drink?
• Several men: Aye! [cheers]