Author- Angharad
Paring- None. Centres on Babossa
Type- Drabble/angst
Rating- G
Title- Pride of a.............
PotC Drabble gifted to me by the Heathen God Of Evil Plot Bunnies That
Won't Go Away until You Write Them.
Thanks to Mogs for putting up with insane ramblings and beta reading.
Any mistakes now are mine alone
Hector Barbossa watched as the young newly made Captain from Port Royal smiled at one of his Lieutenants, his emerald-green eyes sparkling, and took a swig from the tankard the fellow offered him. An upstanding handsome young man was James Norrington. Hector bet the lassies flocked around him like bees to honey, for he'd be quite the catch.
The lad had made quite the name for himself as a dedicated pirate-hunter and the name James Norrington was as much cursed by Pirates as it was feared. He'd also heard the whelp was supposed to fight with a skill to match Barbossa's own.
A captain now, at a rather young age for it some might think, but it didn't surprise Barbossa, the boy was had skill and knew how to use it. Hector watched from the seat he'd taken at the inn's door just hidden from view, half wanting to go up to the boy and buy him a drink, make himself known to the whelp and see how he'd react.
A cup of wine that he could no longer taste sat in front of him, and the warm rays of the sun beat down on him and the two Navy men who couldn't see him.
He might not feel the caress of the sun that warmed the other two but still no heathen curse could stop him feeling a puzzling sense of pride and awe as he watched the boy with his mother's eyes, the boy that bore another man's name- His son, James Norringtion.
Hector Barbossa watched as the young newly made Captain from Port Royal smiled at one of his Lieutenants, his emerald-green eyes sparkling, and took a swig from the tankard the fellow offered him. An upstanding handsome young man was James Norrington. Hector bet the lassies flocked around him like bees to honey, for he'd be quite the catch.
The lad had made quite the name for himself as a dedicated pirate-hunter and the name James Norrington was as much cursed by Pirates as it was feared. He'd also heard the whelp was supposed to fight with a skill to match Barbossa's own.
A captain now, at a rather young age for it some might think, but it didn't surprise Barbossa, the boy was had skill and knew how to use it. Hector watched from the seat he'd taken at the inn's door just hidden from view, half wanting to go up to the boy and buy him a drink, make himself known to the whelp and see how he'd react.
A cup of wine that he could no longer taste sat in front of him, and the warm rays of the sun beat down on him and the two Navy men who couldn't see him.
He might not feel the caress of the sun that warmed the other two but still no heathen curse could stop him feeling a puzzling sense of pride and awe as he watched the boy with his mother's eyes, the boy that bore another man's name- His son, James Norringtion.