A Feast For Cortez
Disclaimer: I do not own Captain Barbosa. Not mine, got it?
A/N: Twisted,unnerving and so much fun to write. Read and review? Pwease? -puppy dog eyes- (Yes, like Oralndo Bloom's -hearts-)
Barbosa watched, tongue pressed tightto the back of his teeth, as he drew the knife slowly towards him. There was guilty, treacle-sweet addiction to this. He gasped softly as thin, delicate skin split, ever-so easily, beneath his blade. The flesh beneath too, offered itself willingly for subtle slaughter. The wounds glisten sickly in the fetid candlelight. The juices were sharp and sweet on his tongue as he bit into the slice of ambrosia and he savoured every bitter shock of flavour as it was crushed between thick, yellowed teeth. In the wavering light, the rest of his victim seemed to cringe away as his hand returned for more. This was elation, this was... this was...Ah, apples.