Hello. This is just a random little one-shot that popped into my head one day. But let me first ask you something: Do you ever wonder what Barbossa was like when he was a kid? Frightening images may pop into your brain, but here is my view on it. Yeah. I might make more of these happy little ditties. Yeah. Happy Little Ditty number one. I have no idea. Don't ask.
Barbossa Don't-Know-His-Last-Name:
Child Assassin
"Muahahaha!" cackled a little boy in a big, feathery hat. "I have succeeded in puwverizin' the entiwe town of wipe meat sacks! Ahahaha!" The kid shook with laughter. "I wiw take ovew da entiwe wowd!" He was only around three years old. His parents had shut him in a playpen, and he had gnawed his way out with his yellow teeth.
Little Barbossa sat, with coins jingling around him. He was in a playpen again, only this one was made of aluminum. But aluminum could not stop him. He pulled out a plastic sword, and sawed at one of the bars for hours. Where his parents were, we will never know. The aluminum bar flopped down, and the boy squeezed through the hole, and pulled his hat through. He loved his hat, even though it covered his entire body.
A dashing little baby he was, and by dashing I mean he was dashing around the house, picking up all of his parents' metal objects. He zipped back to the playpen after collecting about twenty "treasures", and added them to his collection. The mound of coins grew.
"Now, to get a saiw! And oaws! And a cwew! And, my favowite, a monkey!" he squealed, and ran around the house, picking up dolls, a big blanket, a large stick his father had for suspicious reasons, and a stuffed monkey. He brought them all back to the playpen, crawling at an incredible pace. There was no use walking when you could crawl!
"Aha! I have aw da tings!" He bounced around, fixing everything up, and putting things in place, until at last, he had a ship playpen. The big blanket was tied to a large bar in the middle of the playpen, which was previously used to keep a roof on the pen, but his parents had removed it, because they wanted to be able to see him.
He stuck the big stick beside the bars on one side, with quite a few of the small dolls standing next to it. There were three dolls on the opposite side, one with a big, feathery hat. It looked amazingly like the small child next to it; for his parents had been rich and they got him a look-alike doll. There was a stuffed monkey at the doll's side. The boy smile proudly at himself, but then he heard a thump-thump-thump out the door.
His parents were here! He looked nervously around, but then picked up his toy sword and said, "To waw!" A man and a woman walked in, and gasped at the look of the playpen.
"Bo! What did you do?" asked the man. The woman just gaped.
"I made a piwate ship!" exclaimed Barbossa proudly. His father sighed.
"Bo, you cut the new playpen we made you," he scolded.
"Only so I couwd get da stuffs I needed!" Barbossa wailed. His father put on an angry look. Barbossa shot back the same, and shouted, "To waw!"
Erm, yeah. That was the happy little ditty I came up with. Exciting, eh? (snore)(shudder) Scary little baby Barbossa...So, I may make more, if I get the inspiration. I cannot say that reviews would help inspiration, but it would be appreciated! Thank you to anyone who bothers to review!