Title:
Vita
Rating: PG-13 (to be safe!)
Pairing:
Barbossa/OC
Disclaimer: Mickey Mouse and all affiliated
parties still own PotC. Sigh.
Summary: All the pleasurable
company in the world couldn't slake his endless, tortuous lusts. But
he wondered if she might be a way out. Written as a companion
piece to Silver Seas. One-shot.
A keen ache rose within him as, once again, the apples, the roast, and the wine failed to satiate his hunger and thirst. He threw open the door to his cabin in a moment of fury, hearing it slam against the wall with grim satisfaction, and made his way onto the deck of the Pearl.
Clouds still hid the accursed moonlight from him and his crew, for which he was grateful. It would make this brief sojourn on-shore that much easier, and he found himself briefly pondering just which sort of woman he would capture for his experimentation. Certainly not a curvy, buxom whore, although he had certainly had his share of them. No, they had always seemed completely artificial to him. He would need someone real, someone who had not yet been corrupted by the rest of the world. That would be his job, and his alone. A young woman, then, one who had just entered her first flushes of maidenhood.
As the Pearl was laid to anchor, he espied someone lingering near the docks, pulling in fishing lines and passing them back toward an unseen person. He descended the gangplank with a purposeful stride, and waited until she had returned to retrieve the last line. Only then did he move to stand behind her, and clamp his hand firmly over her mouth.
She was shaking as he pulled her roughly against him, fully prepared to carry her back to the Pearl. He was pleased to find that she seemed to be the innocent waif that he sought; she certainly seemed terrified enough. A Tortugan woman wouldn't have resisted.
He hauled her onto the Pearl, still keeping her attempted cries muffled with his unyielding grip. Throwing open the door to the spare cabin usually reserved for guests, he shoved her inside, lighting the lamp nearest the door before moving to pull it shut.
His last glimpse was of sun-kissed skin and wide, dark eyes before the door closed. He locked it.