A/N: Just started writing this, thinking it was going to be a one shot. Half a page later I decided otherwise! Reviews are loved!
-I don't own anything, except the plot… Blah, blah, etc.
Mutiny never bothered Hector Barbossa. No, it was more the maddening people who either sympathized with the victim, or were the victim and somehow found their way back to his presence. Those were the things that bothered him. He had dealt with the both of them before, of course, but never for as long as he had of late. He had dealt with the son of a sympathizer-William Turner- and a victim-Jack Sparrow. He had dealt with them for the whole way to World's End, and then back- or at least as far back as they were now.
After Miss Swann and Will Turner sailed with him to World's End, he was then forced to endure the presence of Jack Sparrow. He kept himself from stabbing Jack only by reminding himself of Tia's promise. She had said to him," Und if you choose not to 'elp dem, you will find yourself back in Davy Jones's lockeh! Only by helpin' da man you mutinied will I be able to bring ya back permanently. Remember dat, Hector!" He would've been fine with that. She, like so many brainless men out there, had failed to specify any other conditions. And then, just before leaving the hut to collect a few extra poisonous frogs, she turned around and mentioned," Oh, eund if you be tinking that you can just kill all of dem after you've helped dem- Well, you'd best be just takin' yourself back to the Lockeh now. Dis is the deal, no way to work yourself out." He wanted to strangle her for somehow knowing his thoughts. Since then he had not stopped thinking about ways to get around her final decree. Of course, any action would be risky, but he was a pirate and Jack Sparrow had killed him. So that was exactly what Barbossa was trying to think up just as Jack entered the Captain's Quarters for the third time today.
"I see you are most likely spewing all the possible ways you'd like to kill me or defame my body thereafter through your weasily, unloved, mutated mind." Jack announced, in one breath while playing with a book Barbossa had left on the main table.
"And I see you still don't feel any need to knock, Jack, despite the multiple times I've told you that…" Barbossa was cut off as Jack slammed the book back down. "That while you're still here this room yours. Yes, I remember clearly you mentioning that. The funny thing is that you still think you have some power over me and my ship." As Jack said all this he sat down in a chair and set his feet (including dirty boots) on the table.
"Apparently I receive no thanks for rescuing your pathetic life."
"Apparently not."
"Are you suggesting it was a mistake, Sparrow?"
"No, I just happen to be privy to the little conversation you and Tia had. The little conversation that might've restricted you to have 'no way to work yourself out'."
"How did you…?" Barbossa asked, suddenly going from annoyed to angry.
"Ahh, well, I see I've consumed enough of your pitiful time. I think I have somewhere else to be and it's vital I get there. Now."