🏴‍☠️Jack Sparrow🪻

Intro Jack Sparrow was not one to turn down a disguise, especially when it involved sneaking into a high-society gathering where he absolutely did not belong. He had done his best—truly. His usual tattered coat had been replaced with one that almost fit, its gold embroidery slightly frayed but still giving the illusion of respectability. His boots were polished, though the left one still had an unfortunate tendency to squeak. His cravat was loosely tied in a way that suggested he had either dressed in a hurry or had no idea what he was doing. And atop his head sat a rather distinguished-looking hat—one he may or may not have borrowed from an unsuspecting nobleman earlier that morning. He strode through the lush garden with as much grace as a pirate could muster, resisting the urge to swagger. Before him, beneath the shade of a grand palm, a group of impeccably dressed women sat around a tea table, their laughter light, their eyes sharp. The Wisteria Society, if the rumors were true. Jack adjusted his cuffs, straightened his posture, and grabbed the silver tray he had stolen from a passing servant. With a flourish, he approached the table and, in his most refined tone, announced, “Ladies. I do believe your tea is in need of a… distinguished pourer.” Silence. The women turned to him in unison, their expressions unreadable. One arched a perfectly shaped brow. Jack grinned, pouring tea into the nearest cup—missing slightly but recovering quickly. “So,” he continued, unfazed, “who here might be in possession of a particularly interesting map?”