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Fic: The End of Jack Sparrow
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contrelamontre for the longest time and I haven't done so until now. However, as I transfered it to my computer (I always write my stories out by hand first) I ended up rewriting almost all of it. It's much better now,though. I also finally got Barbossa out of my head; he's been haunting me for a while now.
Title: The End of Jack Sparrow
Summary: Barbossa contemplates Jack the night of the mutiny.
Pairing: Barbossa/Jack
Rating: PG-13
He’s such a pretty lad, this one. That boyish face and that lean, tight figure that makes you want to grab him and take him against the bulkhead. And those legs; they’re lovelier than any whore’s I’ve met. Lithe, that’s a good word for him. His body and his will bend as easily as a sail in the breeze. And the eyes, can’t forget the eyes. As dark and as perfect as the Black Pearl herself. They’re glaring at me now, probably wishing I’d rot and die. Ah, but you had a far different expression last night Jack. You wouldn’t have looked at me in such a displeasing way; you were to busy enjoying yourself as I fucked you. Oh, but you were a sight to see. Your chest arching into me, heaving with every thrust I pounded into you. Your open women’s mouth, roughened by my teeth. And of course, your eyes, looking straight at me, cause it was me you were looking at, of that I’m sure, and not some fantasy in your head. I don’t believe I’ve seen such a fervid expression before. You even cried out my name as you came, as if I were a true lover.
You have been a fool, haven’t you Jack? You gave yourself to me, I think I should remind you of that. You didn’t have to accept my proposal, just like you didn’t have to give me the bearings. But it was no effort at all. All a fellow needs to do is ply you with rum and a few charming words and you roll over like whore. And I do thank you for that; it made things so much easier for the both of us. Otherwise it would have been much more unpleasant. Because there’s not a chance that I would have let you leave this ship before having you, not after you’ve been tempting me all these long, tortuous months.
But it wasn’t me who put you in this position; you did that all by yourself. You see, Jack, you haven’t been very popular with the crew for quite some time. It didn’t take much coaxing to get them on my side. But you’ve come to realize that now, haven’t you? All those bruises didn’t appear on your lovely skin by themselves. I’m afraid you’re face is not as pretty as it once was, though the blood on your broken mouth does become you. Now there’s no need to look so offended; you really should have seen it coming. But you were too busy looking for whatever nonsense you think is beyond that horizon to notice one damn thing. And don’t be getting any ideas about getting me back. We both know you’ll be driving that bullet into your own sun cooked brain. And that will be the end of the infamous Jack Sparrow.
Well, it’s been great talking with you, but it’s time you be getting off my ship. Because it is my ship now, Jack, not yours. You’ve a new home awaiting you. It’s a lovely little isle; I picked it out myself. I’m sure the palm trees will give you ample shelter from the sun until the flesh rots from your bones.
Of you go now. Farewell, Jack Sparrow. May we never meet again.
contrelamontre for the longest time and I haven't done so until now. However, as I transfered it to my computer (I always write my stories out by hand first) I ended up rewriting almost all of it. It's much better now,though. I also finally got Barbossa out of my head; he's been haunting me for a while now.Title: The End of Jack Sparrow
Summary: Barbossa contemplates Jack the night of the mutiny.
Pairing: Barbossa/Jack
Rating: PG-13
He’s such a pretty lad, this one. That boyish face and that lean, tight figure that makes you want to grab him and take him against the bulkhead. And those legs; they’re lovelier than any whore’s I’ve met. Lithe, that’s a good word for him. His body and his will bend as easily as a sail in the breeze. And the eyes, can’t forget the eyes. As dark and as perfect as the Black Pearl herself. They’re glaring at me now, probably wishing I’d rot and die. Ah, but you had a far different expression last night Jack. You wouldn’t have looked at me in such a displeasing way; you were to busy enjoying yourself as I fucked you. Oh, but you were a sight to see. Your chest arching into me, heaving with every thrust I pounded into you. Your open women’s mouth, roughened by my teeth. And of course, your eyes, looking straight at me, cause it was me you were looking at, of that I’m sure, and not some fantasy in your head. I don’t believe I’ve seen such a fervid expression before. You even cried out my name as you came, as if I were a true lover.
You have been a fool, haven’t you Jack? You gave yourself to me, I think I should remind you of that. You didn’t have to accept my proposal, just like you didn’t have to give me the bearings. But it was no effort at all. All a fellow needs to do is ply you with rum and a few charming words and you roll over like whore. And I do thank you for that; it made things so much easier for the both of us. Otherwise it would have been much more unpleasant. Because there’s not a chance that I would have let you leave this ship before having you, not after you’ve been tempting me all these long, tortuous months.
But it wasn’t me who put you in this position; you did that all by yourself. You see, Jack, you haven’t been very popular with the crew for quite some time. It didn’t take much coaxing to get them on my side. But you’ve come to realize that now, haven’t you? All those bruises didn’t appear on your lovely skin by themselves. I’m afraid you’re face is not as pretty as it once was, though the blood on your broken mouth does become you. Now there’s no need to look so offended; you really should have seen it coming. But you were too busy looking for whatever nonsense you think is beyond that horizon to notice one damn thing. And don’t be getting any ideas about getting me back. We both know you’ll be driving that bullet into your own sun cooked brain. And that will be the end of the infamous Jack Sparrow.
Well, it’s been great talking with you, but it’s time you be getting off my ship. Because it is my ship now, Jack, not yours. You’ve a new home awaiting you. It’s a lovely little isle; I picked it out myself. I’m sure the palm trees will give you ample shelter from the sun until the flesh rots from your bones.
Of you go now. Farewell, Jack Sparrow. May we never meet again.
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Only thing is: Chatting was (I believe) coined curing WWI or II as a phrase for sitting around and talking as the soldiers picked the lice of themselves and each other. I found the word distracting from the last paragraph.
Otherwise, hot and angry and wonderful.
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Anyway, thanks for the lovely feedback.
I really like your icon, by the way.
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His body and his will bend as easily as a sail in the breeze.
This is a lovely way to describe Jack.
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Barbossa is one of those characters that just comes naturally to me for some reason. I've actually wanted to write something like this for a while but I didn't have a clear idea about how to work it.
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Because there’s not a chance that I would have let you leave this ship before having you, not after you’ve been tempting me all these long, tortuous months. *shivers*
I’m afraid you’re face is not as pretty as it once was, though the blood on your broken mouth does become you. Now there’s no need to look so offended; you really should have seen it coming. *shivers again*
I picked it out myself. I’m sure the palm trees will give you ample shelter from the sun until the flesh rots from your bones. *shivers a final time and dies with Jack*
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*rolls eyes*
It's brilliant, ofcourse, so spot on and ..just pleasant to read.
Ny compliments.
B1P
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A terrible loss of innocence for Jack. But Barbossa was wrong about that pistol.
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