POTC wiki says that the novels in which Jack commanders the Barnacle and has adventures with Arabella Smith, Fitzwilliam P. Dalton III, Tumen, Jean Magliore and Constance Magliore happens around 1706. Which means it happens 2 years before Jack defeats El Matador Del Mar - Armando Salazar by making him sail into the Devil’s Triangle. The issue with that conclusion is that if we take those two at face value, it creates a continuity error with naming as Jack is already referred to as Jack Sparrow in the first novel, not only by himself in the interlude, but also by other characters, which if we took Salazar’s naming as canon, would mean that the characters must have met Jack after he was already a Pirate Lord… which makes no sense, because then Arabella would know he was a pirate, unless we assume that nobody knew who exactly defeated the Spanish Pirate Hunter, only knowing that he was defeated. Which then works with the whole Fitzwilliam shit going on in those novels, but is still kinda fishy when it comes to timeline, which I will describe below.
The issue being again that he is referred to as Sparrow not only by the narrator, but by himself and other characters multiple times when he was not yet named. Which means that if we want to treat the novels as canon, we cannot take the fact that Armando named Jack “the Sparrow” at face value, because it then fucks up the whole timeline of his life. I could at best assume that defeating Armando gave Jack’s new name value and power on top of making him a Pirate Lord of the Caribbean, but Armando could not have named him unless we assumed that novels happened after he became the Pirate Lord, in those brief 2 year gap between him defeating the Salazar and “having to abandon pirate life and start working for Beckett” which would make no sense if he was already a pirate at the time as in the novels Jack stresses a lot how much he hates pirates, and he doesn’t consider himself a pirate despite doing pirate things like looking for treasures and having adventures and fighting other pirates.
[Novels “The Coming Storm” (1) and “The Siren Song” (2) were published a month before the Dead’s Man Chest was released. “The Pirate Chase” (3) and “The Sword of Cortez” (4) as well as “The Age of Bronze” (5) were published just after the movie. Which means that Armando Salazar “naming Jack” was a retcon of the novels.]
Another issue is that it is stated somewhere that Jack ran away from home when he was 12, because he hated being a pirate (and because his grandmama was abusive and nearly killed him again) and that information also kind of suits the whole setting of the novels, so they could as well happen when he was just 12 if narration of the first novel specifically didn’t state that Jack, Arabella and Fitzwilliam were a few years older than Tumen and Jean, who were described as being at most 13 the oldest, which then makes the rest of them 15-18yo.
So, we can either have the fifth movie random lore gotcha with Armando naming Jack “the Sparrow” as canon, or we can have novels as canon, but we cannot have both, because novels were written so much longer before 5th movie and set in a moment in time so inconvenient that treating both as canon will inevitably confuse the whole timeline. I dunno how you, but I think it is easier to erase one random fact from a movie made pretty long after the novels, than rewrite the novels to have no usage of word “sparrow” in it.
Once I promised on Instagram to draw Captain Jack Sparrow, a character who inspired me to start drawing over 15 years ago. I guess today is a great day to post this portrait
“The Compass s’ still pointing north west?” Gibbs asked when Jack walked past him.
He hummed in response even though he knew that it changed because he saw you helping Ragetti and Pintel with their tasks.
That is another thing he admired and liked about you. Even if you were exhausted from your tasks or didn’t have any in the first place, you still helped everyone on the ship that asked. Wether it was because you were too polite to say no or because you genuinely wanted to help them he didn’t know. Either way, and Jack couldn’t quite believe it himself, you were just too..nice for him. It was strange, he wanted you all to himself and desperately wished you would feel the same but at the same time he thought you deserved someone better. Someone like William Turner for example, an honest man. Someone you could trust.
He threw his head back in annoyance and groaned, earning a few irritated d looks from his crewmates which he immediately shooed away with a “what are you looking at?”.
And right at that moment something came to mind- he should just give you the compass and see where it points. Jack shook his head at his own stupidity, he even did it already that day so he‘d just have to be able to get a proper look at it this time.
He called out for you and you hurried over to him with a very tired look in your eyes. Suddenly he felt bad again, but this wouldn’t take long.
“Enlighten me on what it shows you.” He said and handed you his compass, already flipped open. You raised an eyebrow at him in confusion but sighed and looked where it pointed this time. Unfortunately you had tilted it so far over that there was not enough room for him to see.
You vaguely gestured into the direction of him. “I dunno, something there.” Little did Jack know that you just didn’t want him to know what it was actually pointing at.
“What ‘there’ ? C‘mon tell me what you think it is!” He said and still tried to get a glance at this compass which resulted in you holding it closer to your chest.
“How am I supposed to know what I want most?” You asked, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.
“Just let me have a look the-”
“NO!”
You glanced around for a second and saw everyone staring at the two of you.
Clearing your throat you looked back up at Jack. “I mean- I‘d rather not.” You said and smiled at him awkwardly and then quickly handed him the compass back.
“Oh is it pointing at someone?”Anamaria said with a smirk on her face and subtly wriggling her eyebrows. “What? No.” You said and crossed yor arms in defense though that didn’t stop you from furiously blushing. You were more than happy that it was dark already.
“Then why don’t you tell us, you seem to already have a guess at what it‘s pointing at.” Gibbs said while Ragetti and Pintel started giggling while looking at you.
Shrugging you looked away. Can this just not happen please?
“Where are we sailing right now anyways?” You asked and threw the compass back at Jack. “Don’t change the subject, love.” Jacks’ eyes widened for a second, that nickname wasn’t intentional. He quickly grinned and threw it right back at you.
This is too much
“This is stupid.” You muttered and frantically pressed the compass against his chest and walked away after he took it with a surprised expression on his face. Had he gone too far? But why would you insist on not showing him when it wasn’t just some ordinary treausre? All of a sudden he had a realization. What if it truly was pointing at someonebut that someone was just simply not him? Maybe you already had someone? But then again, why would he never have heard of that secretive lover? There was a stinging pain in his chest at the thought you with somebody else than him.
No, he had to find out. It wouldn’t make sense to drown in his thoughts now, overthinking wasn’t like him.
He shot a quick smile at his confused crew and quickly walked after you under deck. He would just simply ask you, he thought determined and called out your name.
“What?” You emerged out of a corner with a bottle of water in your hand. “Listen, if you just wanna keep mocking me with that compass then-” but he cut you off with a gesture of his hand.
“I-” he stopped, searching for the right words. “didn’t mean to mock you.” It was not more than a quiet mumble. He took a glance at you and unfortunately for him you were staring at him. His heart skipped a beat, why did you always have to look at him like that? “Do you- or rather have you” he sighed. Why was this so hard? He heard Will talk to Elizabeth about their relationship and he never seemed to have much problems.
“Do you have a guy?” You looked at him and turned your head slightly from irritation. “Or a girl, I dunno.” “I‘m afraid I don’t know what you‘re talking about.” “Do you have a uhhh, do you have a lover or something?”
You quickly realized that this was probably the worst time to take a sip from the beverage in your hand. You quietly chocked and closed the bottle again. “What? No, why would you think that?”
Jack couldn’t help but grin at that, leaving you more irritated than ever.
“That‘s good because..” he took a few steps towards you while you were still watching him carefully. “That would have been bad for me.” He simply said. The Captain now looked down at you with a half smile. What was this all about? You thought, though you could feel your heart beating faster with the hopes of what he was trying to say.
No, he couldn’t say what you wanted him to. That was simply impossible. You knew Jack, he wasn’t a man like that.
Yet your heart didn’t stop beating and you felt like it was going to explode.
“Jack, what do y-”
Suddenly his lips were pressed against yours and he slowly and carefully raised his hand up to lay it on the back of your neck.
You just stood there, not being able to process what was happening. He drew back and looked at you with a worried expression. Had he gone too far? He normally was good at reading people.
“I” you only said while looking down.
Great. He thought. Awkward silence.
Gathering all your courage you looked back up at him. “I wouldn’t mind if you did that again.” It was not more than a quiet mumble.
The worried look was long gone on his face and replaced with a smug smirk as he kissed you again.
A/N: It finally is done! God this took me longer than expected. Writersblock, stress, an annoying cold and bad internet..the universe really didn’t want me to finish this lmao. Tbh, I‘m not super happy with this second part but I still hope you guys enjoy it :)
Please give me feedback, write what you liked about it and what I could change. Also spelling mistakes and placing commas wrong (which I think I did a lot here) are always welcome to be corrected
The compass that never points north, well, except if the thing you want most lays somewhere north of you.
Jack had used it all the time ever since he received it, from where he got it he couldn’t remember but to him it didn’t matter, point was that he had it and that he had the advantage of everyone thinking he was as idiotic as to carry a broken compass with him all the time. And thus, no one suspecting what its actual purpose was.
He could always trust it since he trusted himself well enough but when he wanted to set sail for yet another adventure he was left utterly confused.
“Where are we headed this time Captain?”
Gibbs came up behind him and pat his shoulder while also looking at the compass in his Captains’ hand.
“West” Jack stated. “No- north west- no, west”
He and Gibbs watched as the needle spun around a few times and when it seemed like it stopped, it immediately began moving again.
Gibbs slowly turned his head to look at him with a raised eyebrow.
Jack shook the compass a few times and then looked at it again. The needle was pointing north west and it didn’t seem to plan on moving around much more.
Satisfied with himself he ordered Gibbs to take over the ship and sail into said direction and then made his way under deck to get another bottle of rum before he would just relax and stare off onto the horizon. He didn’t know when that habit started but he didn’t really care about it either way. He enjoyed it and that was the only thing that mattered.
After he made his way back up again he slandered over to you with his signature walk. You were sitting on the railing of the ship, watching the calm seas and how they moved under the setting sun.
You looked over at Jack when you heard how he opened the bottle of alcohol and watched him resting his arms on the railing after taking a sip.
“Where are we headed today Captain?” You asked, smiling at him.
You had always liked Jack. He wasn’t some asshole Captain who only ordered his crew around and he certainly wasn’t some stuck up douche either. He just simply was Captain Jack Sparrow. He looked out for his crew and clearly cares very deeply for each and every one of them, even when it doesn’t seem like it on the surface.
And sometimes, at moments like this when it was just you two in one place, enjoying each others company you could feel your heart skip a beat. Every smirk he showed you and every word he spoke suddenly sounded so..different to your ears. It seemed like time stopped for a moment whenever he laughed at one of your jokes and sometimes you thought you felt him looking at you when your gaze was focused on the horizon. Though that might just be wishful thinking.
“The thing I want most- obviously” he said and took another sip. He pulled out his compass and flipped it open.
“Somewhere in the north wes- no wait.”
You leaned over to look at whatever it was that he was so irritated about. His compass was spinning around for a while until it settled on something that must’ve been directly behind you.
“GIBBS! CHANGE THE COURS!” Jack shouted towards Gibbs who now awoke with a silent: “who is there?!?” After falling asleep on the steering wheel.
“Aye aye captn” he then murmured and promptly his head fell down again.
Jack returned his attention to you and the horizon before him.
“Any idea on what might be at our destination.”
“No idea.”
He shrugged and took yet another sip.
“Here.”
He threw it over to you and you just managed to catch it since you were taken by surprise.
“Where does it point for you?” Both of you looked down onto the needle that kept spinning for a while and then settled down, pointing towatds Jack who took a step to the side and looked back, eyebrows furrowed.
You felt your face heating up, the needle had followed where he moved. You turned the compass around several times but the needle kept it‘s focus on the pirate before you.
“Uh, I dunno- doesn’t work I guess?” You gave it back frantically and gazed back at the sea, hoping he didn’t notice what was going on.
Luckily he only shrugged and rested his arms on the railing once again.
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After he had drowned his bottle of rum and the sun had set you both still stood there and talked with each other. It was only when Ragetti and Pintel had called out for you to help them with their work that Jack looked at his compass again and noticed something that irritated him once again.
He watched where the needle was pointing and as you walked away it followed you and you only. He moved the compass, stepped from side to side even but it kept pointing at you.
“This damn thing” he muttered under his breath and made his way into his cabin to think about what just happened.
As he arrived he sat down at this desk and started turning one of the coins that was laying on it in his hand.
He liked you, that was for certain but it wasn’t like you were the thing he wanted most in all the seven seas..or at least that‘s what he wanted to believe. Jack thought back to the first time he and you met: you were one of the people that Gibbs had found for Jacks’ crew. At first you had been quite shy, didn’t speak when no one directly asked you something and you never dared to look him in the eye whenever he talked to you or well- ever. He guessed that is was what made him curious about you. Being the crew of a pirate lord and being this reserved just didn’t sit right with him and then, one evening when he couldn’t sleep and felt likehe was drowning in his own thoughts once again he saw you. Sitting on the railing like you did just then, staring out at the horizon and the moon above you. He remembered how you flinched when you noticed that he stepped beside you and then, you were the one to speak first. It was probably the atmosphere of the dark that made you braver than usually, he thought. You had just said something simple: “can’t sleep either huh?” But ever since then this memory was engraved in his head and he still remembered the feeling it gave him when you talked to him for the first time.
He remembered that feeling because ever since that moment, the feeling returned daily.
Jack threw the coin back onto his desk and groaned.
He had many ‘romantic’ partners before but those were all a one time thing; nothing serious. So why? The truth was, he thought about you and him a lot. But everytime he thought of you as a 'one time thing’ his heart got heavy and at first he didn’t think that it had meant something.
And at that moment it hit him though he would’ve never dared to say it outloud: he was in love.
He hated it- Captain Jack Sparrow the fearsome pirate that was not even stopped by the end of the world couldn’t just fall in love- or could he?
Jack knew that at some point he‘d have to tell you. Mainly because if he didn’t they would keep sailing over the sea with the anticipation of a treasure, that didn’t even exist.
But would you feel the same? He honestly couldn’t think of a single reason that would make you think of him as anything more than your Captain or friend and worst of all: what if the others found out? His reputation would be crushed, he‘d be known as the lovestruck pirate lord Captain Jack Sparrow who foolishly fell in love with one of his own crewmates.
He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. Now if he really thought about it, his reputation was bad anyways so why not go for it?
The only question was how..he didn’t just want to go over to you and plainly admit his feelings, that wouldn’t be like him at all.
He would have to make it subtle so that he could find out your thoughts on him first and if you didn’t reciprocate his feelings, he would just back off and drink himself into unconciousness.
One thing he knew for sure though, he really, really wanted you to feel the same.
A/N: Sooo this one is actually not that bad! I really wanna write a second part to this so gimme some ideas at what Jack should do :D
Please give me feedback, write what you liked about it and what I could change. Also spelling mistakes and placing commas wrong (which I think I did a lot here) are always welcome to be corrected
6 SARCASTIC GUYS’ CONVERSATION (SEVERAL FANDOMS CROSSOVER): Fanfic? (because I wanted to write this ever since I saw a post similar to this)
Who’s in the house?
- House
- Jack Sparrow
- Tony Stark
- Sherlock
- Dean Winchester
- …?
What do they have in common?
(You don’t have to know all of the characters)
Narcissism, sarcasm, some are genius’, most are experts in their work, all of them have drinking/drug dependencies, most have childhood issues and are secretly full of angst, etc.
Summary: This is just them, trapped in a room together, with no idea how they got there or how to get out. There may be more characters to come…
Warnings: Not much, a bit of swearing.
Comments are well appreciated (nice comments, helpful comments etc.)
Part 1
Jack: Now, the real question remains: Where is the rum?
House glared at him.
House: That’s not the real question, dumbass. I wanna know what the hell we’re doinghere.
Tony: Maybe it’s a house party.
Sherlock is bent down by the door, his nose alarmingly close to the floor.
Tony: Ok, curly, what’re you doing now?
Sherlock looks up frowning, realising he’s being addressed.
Sherlock:I’m checking to see what substances there are in order to determine wherewe are, which is a lot more than any of youlot are doing.
Tony: *huffs* Well, excuse me, princess-
House: There’s no way of getting out of here.
House is sat by the window, and everyone looks up to him. He motions to the window with his cane.
House: These windows are fake. That door is impenetrable, the walls are made with considerable strength, as we’ve found out, and none of us geniuses have any idea why we’re here, where we are, how we got here, or who sent us here.
Everyone was quiet.
Jack: Well, Ifor one, am not a genius – just to clarify.
Sherlock sighs and sits up against the wall.
Tony: Find anything?
Sherlock: No. There’s no evidence, no substances, no clues – just nothing.
He looked sullenly ahead.
Tony: Well, my Iron Man suit should be here anytime now.
Sherlock: It’s not going to work…
Tony screwed his eyes at him.
Tony: Well, I don’t think your ‘sniffing around’ is exactly doing to much to solve this problem either-
Jack: Ok, ok, ladies, lets settle down, shall we? Look, we only have each other in this neat room of ours, and if we start fighting, it all goes downhill from there, and frankly, I think we’d all know who would be the only one standing after that.
Jack smiled smugly to himself.
House sighs and mutters something like ‘imbecile’.
Jack: What was that now?
Sherlock looked over as House sighs, and rubs his leg with his hand, his cane to the side.
Tony: What happened to you?
House looks up and replies sarcastically:Itripped.
Tony: Well don’t get your knickers in a twist, Doc, I was only asking.
Sherlock: He got shot.
House looked over to him.
House: How the hell do you know that?
Jack: Oh, God, don’t ask him for an explanation, I’m beggin’ you.
Sherlock: Well, it’s clear from the way he holds his leg that he’s in obvious pain-
Jack: Here we go..
Sherlock,ignoring the interruption: and he’s used to it according to the heavy bags under his eyes from sleepless nights, and he’s bitter, a sign of long-lasting pain, so why wouldn’t you do something about it? Well, it’s obvious he’s tried drugs-
House: Shut the hell up.
Sherlock: – takes one to know one – but they didn’t work out, did they? Got too dependent on them, so now you just have to take the pain – and by yourself – I mean, it’s obvious that you’re lonely.
House stands up with his cane: I said SHUT UP!
He went over to Sherlock and squared up to him.
Tony and Jack looked at each other wide-eyed.
House: You think you’re some big genius, who can just figure everyone out by one look-
Sherlock:Well, yea, pretty much-
But suddenly there was a big BANG as the door came flying inwards. They all shielded themselves as the door was smashed down and smoke covered them, some of them coughing, as Sherlock quickly walking over the new body that was now on the floor, coughed through the smoke and went through the door, just to see another door a few feet behind it.
Sherlock:Dammit.
House looked around.
House: Everyone alright? Jack:Justdandy
House grimaced as he put his cane down and knelt to the man on the floor, turning him onto his back so they could see him, Tony kneeling next to him.
Tony: You know him?
House: Nope.
House leant down to check the man’s breathing, when suddenly he snapped up and looked around frantically, his golden necklace swaying across his chest.
Man: What the hell – oh, son of a bitch.
He held onto his head, wincing slightly and cursed to himself.
House: What’s your name? Do you know how you got here?
Sherlock and Jack crowded round to listen.
Man: Name’s Dean Winchester. And I have no clue,man.
