Jack Sparrow
Captain
Somewhere, I imagine. Laying low, living my best life. Cartainly not in some thrice-damned cell on a prison planet, waiting for the merciful blade of the executioner who never arrived. My escape was certainly not the stuff of legend which must be told over tankards and victuals, so long as you're buying.
Who owes me a kiss?
And where did my biography go?
Who owes me a kiss?
And where did my biography go?