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londonkds made some good points about Jack Sparrow's presentation in PotC recently. This, together with some observations about certain fanfiction, produced the following silliness from honorh and yours truly:



Scene: The "We're No Saints!" Club, refuge of morally ambiguos characters whitewashed by fanfic. It looks like Quark's, to give you a mental image. Methos, aka The Really Old Guy from Highlander, sprawls on a bar stool, beer in hand, and certainly not of the root variety. Next to him, there's a chair covered with a leather-and-studs jacket. The owner, a certain Kerr Avon from Blake's 7, is not present at the moment. However, next to said jacket-covered bar stool sits Spike, aka the Vampire Who Launched A Thousand Fan Wars, nursing his own empy glass. The aforementioned gentlemen barely look up as the colourful figure of Jack Sparrow storms in.

J: I definitely didn’t deserve that! (Looks around). Where’s the rum, mates?
S: Out. We’re all freshly out of drink. Bugger me if it doesn’t get worse around Christmas. Enough to sink into a stupor.
J: But why is the rum gone?
M: (sotto voce, to Spike) He looks like he's had more than enough already.
S: Wears more eyeliner than I did back in the '70s.
M: He wears more than I did back in ancient Egypt.
S: (to Jack) Have a seat, have a beer, and tell us your woes.
J: I'll accept that offer, mate. Tell me, is that beer in want of a companion? (Points to a beer sitting alone next to Methos.)
M: That one? No, it belongs to Avon, along with all those empty shot glasses. He's attempting to find the facilities.
S: I've got a twenty that says he won't be back for another ten minutes.
J: (sitting next to Spike) Pity. I hate to see a good beer alone.
M: Don't worry; it's a bad beer.
S: Terrible. Better that way. Good beer won't get your mind off the fangirls.
J: Pray do not mention them until I have numbed myself. (Takes a deep swill of beer.) They keep going on about me, but the way they have it, butter wouldn't melt in my mouth. They forget: I'm Captain Jack Sparrow! Savvy?
M: Mad, bad, and dangerous to know?
J: On the nose, mate. And what a prodigious nose you have.
M: (defensively) Women love the nose.
S: It happens to us all. All you have to do is be British and have sex appeal and a dash of moral ambiguity--
M: --or more than a dash--
S: --done some bad things in my time--
M: --there was that whole mass-murdering phase--
S: --vampire! Need to eat, you know--
M: --and a fellow has to look out for himself--
S: --120 years without a soul; I didn't know from good--
M: --so I did a thing or two for MacLeod--
S: --fell for a Slayer--
M: --next thing you know, you're the Second Coming--
S: --object of every fangirl's desire--
M: --so, naturally, because they couldn't love someone
the way they love you if you'd really been bad--
S: --obviously, you were good all along and just Misunderstood.
J: I'm going to need more beer, then?
S&M: Lots.

I also tried my hand at this:


~Clio~
Your muse is Clio, the Proclaimer, the muse of
History. Her symbol is the scroll. You're
very interested in history; have you considered
archaeology for a taste of something new?


Which of the Nine Muses is your muse?
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Which turns out to be correct.