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How dare you.

She was only saying what they both understood already, he had no right to spew acidic words at her like she had taken him by surprise. She didn’t regret it - no, not quite. But there was an almost clinical detachment to her memories of the night before.

Since being roused from her bed by a ragtag bunch of filthy pirates, Elizabeth had been living a crash course on them. She’d grown so far from the freckled, over-curious young miss who had made no efforts to hide her fascination with pirates, to become one herself. No, that, she wasn’t ashamed of. She could protect Will’s heart with more than sharp words now, and that was certainly nothing to hide away.

Barbossa had, on that journey in her past, been one in a string of several pirate role models - honestly, the one most in line with her old mental image of noble thieves. It had seemed a natural progression to her, as much as she didn’t want to acknowledge that the previous night had been more about exploration than passion for her. Loath as she might be to admit it, she knew she could trust him to keep a secret, and so he had seemed an ideal candidate for instruction.

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CLASSIC.

black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. ghosts. dark alleys. empty streets. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. suspicion. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the American South. the American Northeast. England. analog cameras.

CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND.

aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw marks. bite marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking. backpacking.

It mews again, and it’s mostly an unconscious thing, when he reaches down and scratches behind its ears with a finger.  “As though Jack ain’t enough of a handful to begin with.  Or are you planning on keeping yourself a bar cat.”  It wouldn’t be completely unheard of of.   Besides, what he’s supposed to do with this fuzzy bag of bones and teeth - which have now latched onto the finger he’d offered as an olive branch of truce with - to begin with?  Kittens don’t make good ship cats until they’re a big older.

“Which one, the human, or the monkey?” It’s hard to tell by the look on her face or the tone of her voice if she’s serious. “Come on, look how cute, though,” she cajoles, nodding down to the ball of fluff. This little kitten is the only one left of a litter born to her calico, Lyra, and she wants to make sure it goes to a good home. Everyone knows Hector Barbossa is soft on animals, so she thinks, maybe…

Like... We know that Elizabeth was to be Barbossa’s bride from the first movie, or he wanted her to be. Hell, Geoffrey Rush said he liked the idea of her being his bride, he was also all over this story line.

But I’ve always loved the future of it too, where Elizabeth thinks she’s a widow (probably told no one, especially not Will), but she’s proven not to be by the end of Dead Man’s Chest... That leads to At World’s End. There are so many Elizabeth x Barbossa scenes, things where she plucks his words from him, and clearly finds strength from things he’s done/said.

But I love it when he draws it from her instead, like the scene where she says ‘Hoist the Colors’, where she takes “by the strength of our backs”, and he looks at her so shocked, confused, and like she’s the sea goddess. Just - UGH. But I wanted more of that, those glimmering moments, because imagine if they were still married.

How would she confront him about basically handing her over to Sao Feng? She’d probably be pissed, but I have a feeling Barbossa would tell her exactly what he believed: She could do it. He had faith in her strength all along, something Will never got I think. Will knew Elizabeth was feisty and brave, certainly, but I don’t think he understood quite how much she’d grown. What she was truly capable of, I doubt she even knew, but Barbossa did.

Despite whatever their reputations may say otherwise, the two captains of the Black Pearl were very much human. This Jack Sparrow can attest. After all, it had been problematic when Hector Barbossa had been under the curse that made him decidedly inhuman. But all curses had counters, and while it had taken some doing, Jack had managed to break it and prove just how human Hector was. By killing him. It was not a reminder that Jack wanted, nor one that he needed. Especially not in the middle of battle, when he has a good number of other things to worry about.

He had been given the offer of whatever home port he wanted, and he picked Port Royal, without a second thought. There was no way he would return to England, to his family, after all that had happened. His father, who had been refusing to speak to him for the past two years, would not be the first to reach out an olive branch, and neither was he. They were alike only in that they were both unyielding.

The letters had been easy enough to procure, since, as he had put it to his superiors—he had received aid from ‘privateers’. He was certain he would have scoffed at the notion of associating Hector Barbossa or Jack Sparrow with anything but the vilest of buccaneers just a few years ago, but his perception had changed. He had changed. “I suppose that settles our account, captain. I won’t ask you to make my job easier.” he added wryly.

John shrugged, leaning back as much as the barstool allowed. “Being philosophical mostly.” There are things he would very much like to have back - his leg, for one, his twin, for another. Dair would still understand him now, he believes that - the rest of his family, less so, and he couldn’t go back and live the life of whatever adult Sean Teagan would have led, were things different.