A/N 1: If anyone is interested in The Libertine fandom, check out my fic Conquests of a Well-Bred Prostitute. It's utterly smut-tastic. :)
Pairing: The Black Pearl, Jack Sparrow, and Hector Barbossa
Word Count: 418
Prompt: What type of bond exactly does Jack have with Barbossa?
A/N 2: Dedicated to JackySparrowsRum.
A Sailor's True Mistress
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Hector Barbossa likened his life to that of a sailor born and bred on the deck of a pirate brig, who was used to storms and battles, and felt bored and oppressed when cast out on the shore. He peers into the horizon of the misty sea, yearning for the storms and ships that he had so artfully mastered during his upbringing. Though, he when finally set his eyes upon The Black Pearl, he thought it was like the wing of a seagull, gradually spanning its wings to the foam breakers in the wind, guiding it to it's freedom.
However, Jack Sparrow's eyes saw something different. The sailor's birth and breeding, in particular, had caused him to procure an unconventional love for chaos and a hatred for the normalcy of the shore. The Pearl's rebellious sail mirrored the rebellious Sparrow himself, who sought to find glory within the storm. The sun's bright rays caressed the seas, creating a desire for life's storm to develop into an unnerving necessity over the course of time.
The Pearl was pure like a vision of ideal beauty, and illusive like a tender dream of serene peace. Jack and Barbossa watched her every motion; they kept their gaze riveted on her as loving men who watched the unselfish toil of a delicate woman, and she hung upon the slender thread of their existence, for she was their whole meaning and joy of the world.
They all watched her. By and by, she was beautiful and had a weakness, but they loved her no less for that. She wanted care in loading and handling and no one know how much care was enough - such were the imperfections of mere men.
The sail is the heart of the ship, and without the sail, the ship cannot function; without the sail, the ship cannot crash gloriously through the ocean's waves.
Without the love of its captains, the ship would be meaningless, and without their love for the sea their journeys for trinkets of silver and gold would be futile.
With the love of two captains, she would be free from the entrapment's of port and her journeys into the distant horizon would be never ending. The joy and laughter on her decks will not die on stiffened lips, no man would turn their backs on her, trying to look unconcerned with averted heads and half-reluctant glances.
Nay, her legend will live on as the Grimness of the Caribbean, as long as she had someone to love her.
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