In the early 18th century, while sailing to Port Royal, Jamaica, Governor Weatherby Swann, his daughter Elizabeth, and Lieutenant James Norrington encounter a shipwreck and recover a boy, Will Turner. Elizabeth discovers a golden pirate medallion around his neck, keeping it in order to protect him. Elizabeth sees a ghost ship vanish into the fog.
Eight years later, Norrington is promoted to Commodore and proposes to Elizabeth, but her corset makes her faint and fall into the sea and activate the medallion. Captain Jack Sparrow comes to Port Royal to commandeer a ship, and rescues her. Norrington identifies Jack, and a chase ensues. Jack encounters Will, now a blacksmith and swordsman. They duel, and Jack is captured and imprisoned
What Johnny Depp has been up to the last few years can no longer be referred to as acting - but rather a blend of performing arts and circus antics. He seems to be above the normal measures and has shifted toward a genre of his own.
At times, he slips into a world created by J.D.:
an opium-addicted detective ( From Hell ),
an author on the verge of insanity ( Window ).
It's an individual form of art, absolutely worth a second look. Part III of PoC needs this world of J.D., J.D., and again J.D.. He lies, betrays, gambles, he dances and swaggers, delivers a show of seductive glances and "faggotive" gestures, this way he's unique and inconceivably pretty.
Ode to Johnny Depp.
He plays the ultimate amoral bad ass - to the last extremity, most importantly, there has to be enough rum.
J.D. is somehow sexy, but an adequate description is not possible, man and mascara is an oxymoron. Permanent inebriation
is not very pleasant in real life, generally not attractive for us women - nevertheless Cpt. Sparrow melts our hearts.
J.D. as Cpt. Sparrow touches the heart of cinema, knows its function, and ensorcel - things that belong to the big screen,
a phenomenal creature, this Jack Sparrow.