Resurrection
This fic is rated: PG
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Characters/Pairing: Hector Barbossa, Tia Dalma
Summary: what the title says
Spoilers: for the end of DMC and all of AWE.
Word Count: 256
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, barbossa_fic, whore4hector
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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!
Pain yanks him up out of the bright, maddening nothingness, and into a dimmer light. He grits his teeth, refusing to cry out even as agony splits his chest in two. A shadow leans over him and he lashes out instinctively, only to feel an inhumanly strong force grab his wrist.
He rolls to his feet, clawing for his sword with his left hand -- only to find his scabbard empty.
He thinks Sparrow and launches himself at the dark form, only to trip over something. He lands on hands and knees, the jolt making him realize that his chest no longer hurts. He shoves himself to his feet, braces himself to defend against the blurry shadow.
"Shh ... "
It's a woman's voice. Which means nothing; he's known a woman or two he wouldn't allow inside pistol-range.
"Shh, Hector Barbossa, you are safe now."
He knows that voice. "Tia Dalma?"
"Yes. I have returned you from de dead. Do not be afraid."
"I'm not -- "
She laughs, low and rich. "You are many things, Barbossa, but neither a madman nor a fool. But you must be thirsty." She takes his hand, wraps his fingers around something. He squints at it, and a pewter cup gradually comes into focus.
When he takes the first sip, his teeth chatter against the rim. The water is lukewarm and tastes unpleasantly of sulfur, but it feels wonderful on his parched throat, and for the first time, he believes -- this is real.
He's alive.
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Characters/Pairing: Hector Barbossa, Tia Dalma
Summary: what the title says
Spoilers: for the end of DMC and all of AWE.
Word Count: 256
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, barbossa_fic, whore4hector
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!
Pain yanks him up out of the bright, maddening nothingness, and into a dimmer light. He grits his teeth, refusing to cry out even as agony splits his chest in two. A shadow leans over him and he lashes out instinctively, only to feel an inhumanly strong force grab his wrist.
He rolls to his feet, clawing for his sword with his left hand -- only to find his scabbard empty.
He thinks Sparrow and launches himself at the dark form, only to trip over something. He lands on hands and knees, the jolt making him realize that his chest no longer hurts. He shoves himself to his feet, braces himself to defend against the blurry shadow.
"Shh ... "
It's a woman's voice. Which means nothing; he's known a woman or two he wouldn't allow inside pistol-range.
"Shh, Hector Barbossa, you are safe now."
He knows that voice. "Tia Dalma?"
"Yes. I have returned you from de dead. Do not be afraid."
"I'm not -- "
She laughs, low and rich. "You are many things, Barbossa, but neither a madman nor a fool. But you must be thirsty." She takes his hand, wraps his fingers around something. He squints at it, and a pewter cup gradually comes into focus.
When he takes the first sip, his teeth chatter against the rim. The water is lukewarm and tastes unpleasantly of sulfur, but it feels wonderful on his parched throat, and for the first time, he believes -- this is real.
He's alive.