PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I don't believe this. I don't bloody believe this at all. Of all the strange things that have happened to me, I would honestly think that this has to be the most bizarre thing in the world. One minute I had Jack handcuffed to his ship. (For good reasons, mind you. Very good reasons. I do feel bad for doing it, and I do hope he's all right. But there are sacrifices that just have to be made.) And the next I'm. Well, I'm here, aren't I? Except I don't quite know where here is. Could somebody please tell me what is going on? I'm Elizabeth Swann, if this helps in any way. I highly doubt it does, though.

I'm gonna randomly link ya to a really shit-quality video of one of my favorite songs now, ok?

Dropkick Murphys - The Gauntlet

I'll be over here rockin out if ya need me

The International Space Station. Right. That is the sorriest excuse for a space station if I've ever seen one.

god, i miss the colonies