Well, somehow Captain Jack Sparrow -being the fine fellow he is- has landed himself in the middle of Strumpet-heaven.

Will, mate, if you ever ever find this, don't feel too badly about poor ol'Jack, but just so you know. There's more clothes here then your lass would know what to do with.

The place is nice. I liked that store down there, funny concept of pirating they have. Could do without the zombies.

Terrible for the decor.

More importantly, I am once more without a ship, a crew, and my rum.

More emphasis on the third, mates. 

[ooc: Was my sample journal post. But I liked it, so I decided to use it as first post :D]