Arr, ’tis talk Like a Pirate day, me bucko…
About two weeks ago, I started a quick little story, about Jack Sparrow and a little whore. I thought I would have it finished in time for this great day, arr matey. I figured- well, I don’t have to describe the guy, at least, because everyone knows what Jack Sparrow looks like, right?
Yeah, right.
It’s the girl’s story as it turns out, and she has a lot to say.
It’s not finished.
