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WANT.

I want Jack Sparrow, his ship, the monkey, and all of Elizabeth's clothes.

That's not much to ask, is it?

To quote Thalia,

"I want to kidnap Jack Sparrow and have sex with him on a boat."

Quite right.

I think I've found my latest obsession.

I love Johnny Depp. Never thought I'd sink to the fangirlish depths of loving an actor, but....*swoon, faint, collapse, etc.*

Now I shall go curl up on my bed (the couch) and cry because I fall in love with pretty places and things and people and none of them are ever real.