It’s no secret, that I LUB Captain Jack Sparrow. I almost cried (aye, choked up) when I didn’t get to see Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest last Saturday as planned (apparently all the fucking posters I saw were misleading; it won’t be opening here till tomorrow—ARRR!). I was complaining about the injustice of it all to the BF (probably for the 100th time) when he asked me, “What is it about Pirates? Is it just because of Johnny Depp?” I rolled my eyes and said, “Of course it’s because of Johnny.” But later on, thinking about his comment, I realized that was a good question—especially for someone who reads novels where pirates are usually romanticized. Really, WHAT is it about pirates?


“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”