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A/N: Well, here it is, mates, my first ever attempt at Barbossa and Elizabeth. A response to the "The key to..." prompt at the barbossabeth community at LiveJournal.
Elizabeth shivered despite the blanket she'd wrapped around herself and she looked over at Barbossa, standing at the helm of their junk. Everyone's shaking with the cold except him! How can he not be cold? she pondered.
She hadn't known that she had been staring at him until he suddenly turned and looked at her, sensing her gaze upon him. She quickly looked away and tried to look nonchalant, but then she looked back at him and wondered once more why he wasn't freezing like everyone else.
"What be on yer mind, Miss Swann?" Barbossa inquired.
Elizabeth looked indignant. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yeh look like yer dyin' t' know somethin'. Go ahead an' ask."
Elizabeth huffed. "I do not. You must be imagining things."
Barbossa snorted. "Don't be takin' me fer a fool, missy, yer an open book. Now, ask yer question."
She sighed and realized it was futile to argue with him. "Fine! Everyone's shivering but you! How can you not be cold?"
He smirked. "If there be one thing I've learned while we've been sailin' on these icy waters is that the key to keepin' warm may be keepin' yer hat on yer head and yer mind busy so yeh don' concentrate on the cold."
She rolled her eyes and shook her head before turning her gaze out to the still, white world around them, Barbossa's chuckle breaking the tranquility. How in the hell is one supposed to keep their mind busy in a place like this? Maybe the key to that is...well, trying what the captain said. It's like they say, 'when all else fails, try doing what the captain suggested'.
Or,she thought and she glanced back at Barbossa,the key to keeping one's mind busy is by trying to figure out the enigma that is Barbossa. Wait! Where'd that come from?!
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