This one is probably as close to a real miracle as I will ever get.  I was just messing around with the browning sauce, mixing it with sugar and whatever else was in the cupboard.  None of my work was really turning out well.  I was out of cigarettes, out of booze, depressed, and listening to Arvo Pärt's De Profundis.  "To hell with it," I muttered, and smeared the final drops of the browning sauce on the tortilla. 

I  was about to toss it to the dog, when I stopped. An image...a shadowy, almost abstract image, looking up at me.   I quickly tossed it in the pan, scorched it, and when I was done, the result was breathtaking. I shuddered, and held the filthy countertop to steady myself.  I looked into the pan again, to be sure I wasn't dreaming.  But this was no dream.  

It truly was Johnny Depp, as Captain Jack Sparrow.