The Black Pearl's two 'captains' were having a drink and bickering in their shared captain's quarters. Or Jack's quarters. Or maybe Barbossa's quarters. Who the hell even knew anymore? The pair was always auguring about who was the true ship's captain so often that their normal banter seemed to be turning into some sort of playful flirting.
Barbossa grabbed the bottle of rum that the two were sharing between them. As he lifted the bottle to his mouth to have a swig, Barbossa noticed the other pirate eying him from across the table. "Jackie, what's the matter with ye?" he grunted, once he finished drinking.
"Hmm?" Jack muttered, eyes still locked on the other captain.
"You're staring, mate." Barbossa laughed, realizing that the famous Captain Jack Sparrow was drunk once again. But then again when was he actually sober?
"Am not," he slurred, propping his head up with his hand.
Barbossa continued to laugh. "And quite drunk," he added.
jack giggled at that. "Aren't I always?" The pirate smirked.
"Alright Jackie, so why ye be staring?" Barbossa questioned, sending Jack a smirk in return.
Jack quickly stared down at the table for a second, glanced back at up Barbossa and grinned. "I thought I've been making it rather obvious, luv."
Barbossa's eyes widened at the new pet name. Seeing the confusion in the other man's eyes, Jack tried to elaborate. "Hector," he paused, not knowing how to explain himself properly. Deciding to go with his instincts, Jack stood up out of his chair, leaned over the small table, and caught Barbossa's lips in a chaste kiss.