Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine. My very first AWE one shot. :D I hope you enjoy it.
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A wide,round brimmed, black hat circled his straggly hair, intelligent eyes gazed out from under that and a frighteningly yellow toothed smile was directed at a Capuchin monkey who was perched on his right shoulder, grinning with mischief.
He breathed in the salt air, closing his eyes, still finding his renewed life a joy-even if he did have to save that Sparrow. He leaned on the rail, staring out, he had seen the sea countless times and had been sick of it. Sick of how his fingers could not feel the solid wood of the wheel, the softness of his pet's fur, warmth, cool-anything pleasing. Now with his new life and senses he enjoyed it.
He soaked it all in, every sensation, even the taste of salt that tainted the air he breathed. Yes, this was worth having to endure Jack , he decided watching the Capuchin jump into the rigging. He smirked remembering how he and the crew had mockingly named it in "the poor departed captain's memory" all those years ago.
He turned around and leaned his back on the rail to gaze at the young Turner. He still hadn't come to terms with how much this one looked like the Bootstrap of long ago. It was a curious thing. He looked over the boy for only a second before nodding.
"It's the spittin' image of Bootstrap Bill, come back to 'aunt us!"
Ragetti hadn't known he would think on those words often. Of course, Barbossa hadn't known he would think them after said specter had in effect, helped kill him. That wasn't an encouraging thought. He could already feel bitterness creeping back in. He closed his eyes and tried to reclaim the bliss he had had before.
The ship rocking beneath your feet, the smooth grain of the rail, the texture of your coat, the warmth of the sun... Capuchin Jack hopped onto his shoulder and smiled toothily up at him. The smile of a clever monkey... Barbossa grinned back before once again closing his eyes and savoring every sensation.