Maelstrom (drabble, Barbossa, PG)
This fic is rated: PG
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Characters/Pairing: Captain Hector Barbossa
Summary: he's missed this
For potc100's prompt: Stormy Weather
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Author's Note: so I'm poking through potc100's files ... and they've got plenty of them. Yay!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, potc100, pirategasm, potc_canon_fic, barbossa_fics, whore_4_hector
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Disclaimer: PotC belongs to Disney. Characters will be played with nicely and returned to them in good condition when I'm done. No infringement is intended, please don't sue me!
Soaked to the skin, teeth chattering from the cold, hands painfully numb, Barbossa threw his head back and laughed.
He knew that skill and strength and courage might not be enough to keep him alive during the battle. He'd need luck, and as he knew, that was a fickle thing indeed.
For ten years, he hadn't felt alive. Ironic, for a man who couldn't die. Or maybe that was the point. Either way, he had missed this, more even than feminine company -- and maybe even more than apples.
He grinned fiercely, and took the Pearl deeper into the maelstrom.
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Characters/Pairing: Captain Hector Barbossa
Summary: he's missed this
For potc100's prompt: Stormy Weather
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Author's Note: so I'm poking through potc100's files ... and they've got plenty of them. Yay!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, potc100, pirategasm, potc_canon_fic, barbossa_fics, whore_4_hector
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: PotC belongs to Disney. Characters will be played with nicely and returned to them in good condition when I'm done. No infringement is intended, please don't sue me!
Soaked to the skin, teeth chattering from the cold, hands painfully numb, Barbossa threw his head back and laughed.
He knew that skill and strength and courage might not be enough to keep him alive during the battle. He'd need luck, and as he knew, that was a fickle thing indeed.
For ten years, he hadn't felt alive. Ironic, for a man who couldn't die. Or maybe that was the point. Either way, he had missed this, more even than feminine company -- and maybe even more than apples.
He grinned fiercely, and took the Pearl deeper into the maelstrom.