Disclaimer: Not a single proper noun in this is mine. Pirates does not belong to me. Great... now I'm depressed.
My response to the "Nothing" Drabble Challenge at TheBlackPearlSailsFanfiction group.
Summary: Barbossa contemplates. Takes place right before the first scene of Curse of the Black Pearl.
"Nothing." It didn't sound like much; it certainly didn't sound like a word that would frighten people. To Captain Hector Barbossa , however, it was one of the most terrifying words there was. To feel nothing, not the mist of the ocean as it hit his face at the helm nor the cold wind during a storm, left him with such a desperate fury that he could find no room for mercy. Bloody curse, he thinks. Bloody Jack Sparrow. But there was nothing else he could do now but search for the coins that had been so carelessly spent. Blaming a dead pirate wouldn't help. He grinned a little as they neared a ship. The whole crew could feel the pull of Aztec gold there. There was still hope, always was. If there wasn't hope, there was … nothing.
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