Hello, this my first story from PotC. I decided that Captain Barbrossa was
too mean. He had to have a purpose behind his evil. Thus the starting of a
story was born. It will explain more as the story goes along. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own Captain Barbrossa or Elizabeth.
Captain Barbrossa leaned back in his chair. The muffled screams of Elizabeth were somehow pleasing to his ears and yet it killed him to listen. He smiled pleasantly, but it soon faded. As did the young woman's screams. 'She must be sleeping,' he thought. Then a vision invaded his mind. A vision of a young girl sleeping peacefully. A beautiful woman. Then another image, a woman sitting in the chair that Elizabeth sat in only a half an hour ago. Eating the same dainty way she did until he said that there was no one there to impress. Which almost ruined the beauty of the young woman. But not entirely. 'In fact,' he remembered, happily. 'It added beauty to her. Just like Rachel,' he shook his head as though he were shaking away the picture. 'But I do miss her. It's just like I told Elizabeth. It's been too long,' he turned away from the chair and looked out the window. Longley, he touched the wind with a grimy hand. It instantly changed to bone in the moonlight. His fingers were long and gray- white. A tether of old skins or clothe (he couldn't remember which) draped from his forefinger to his wrist. He pulled his hand away and stared at it. His other hand went to his wrist and stroked his fingers. 'Curse you, Bootstraps,' he turned away from the window and sat back down in the chair.
He looked at the seat that Elizabeth sat in again. And again the picture pushed into his mind. A picture of Rachel, gnawing on a pig leg bone. Her blonde hair streaming like a golden waterfall over her shoulders and into her perfectly tan face. Her brown eyes focused on eating the food just to make him happy. He smiled to himself, but it was only half-hearted. He hated the thoughts of Rachel. They used to drive him into his quarters, and he wouldn't come out for at least three days. Only to emerge when he needed to shout out an order. His crew had gotten used to this behavior by now. It had become less and less since the left dear old Jack on the island. But since Elizabeth came on deck, the thoughts started coming back. Delusions that Rachel was back. Whether she was standing in the middle of the deck late at night, her hair wafting into her face, hiding it, but when the wind blew her hair back. The pretty young face he used caress in all its beauty was replaced with the hallowed bone of her skull. 'Just like us,' he kept his gaze on the chair 'I wonder if she will come back to me after the curse has been broken. I wonder if the curse was put on her. But Elizabeth.' Another thought came. A forbidden one. One that he'd never thought of before. A thought that.he shook it off. 'No, my only love is Rachel.isn't she?' The thought of Elizabeth wouldn't go away. Her body looked so warm and inviting, just like Rachel. Her heart seemed to be made of gold, just like Rachel. Her heart appeared to be made of gold, just like Rachel. Not fit for the sea, 'Just like Rachel,' the thought made him sorrowful once more. He sighed deeply and let the forbidden concept take him over once again.
Elizabeth in his arms. Resting there, a goddess in her right. Him, whole again, listening to her breath. The picture of this soon was too much for him to bear. He had to see her. Had to look upon a sleeping face that so much reminded him of his old love. He walked to the door.
Please give me some help if you will. I need your help with the second chapter. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own Captain Barbrossa or Elizabeth.
Captain Barbrossa leaned back in his chair. The muffled screams of Elizabeth were somehow pleasing to his ears and yet it killed him to listen. He smiled pleasantly, but it soon faded. As did the young woman's screams. 'She must be sleeping,' he thought. Then a vision invaded his mind. A vision of a young girl sleeping peacefully. A beautiful woman. Then another image, a woman sitting in the chair that Elizabeth sat in only a half an hour ago. Eating the same dainty way she did until he said that there was no one there to impress. Which almost ruined the beauty of the young woman. But not entirely. 'In fact,' he remembered, happily. 'It added beauty to her. Just like Rachel,' he shook his head as though he were shaking away the picture. 'But I do miss her. It's just like I told Elizabeth. It's been too long,' he turned away from the chair and looked out the window. Longley, he touched the wind with a grimy hand. It instantly changed to bone in the moonlight. His fingers were long and gray- white. A tether of old skins or clothe (he couldn't remember which) draped from his forefinger to his wrist. He pulled his hand away and stared at it. His other hand went to his wrist and stroked his fingers. 'Curse you, Bootstraps,' he turned away from the window and sat back down in the chair.
He looked at the seat that Elizabeth sat in again. And again the picture pushed into his mind. A picture of Rachel, gnawing on a pig leg bone. Her blonde hair streaming like a golden waterfall over her shoulders and into her perfectly tan face. Her brown eyes focused on eating the food just to make him happy. He smiled to himself, but it was only half-hearted. He hated the thoughts of Rachel. They used to drive him into his quarters, and he wouldn't come out for at least three days. Only to emerge when he needed to shout out an order. His crew had gotten used to this behavior by now. It had become less and less since the left dear old Jack on the island. But since Elizabeth came on deck, the thoughts started coming back. Delusions that Rachel was back. Whether she was standing in the middle of the deck late at night, her hair wafting into her face, hiding it, but when the wind blew her hair back. The pretty young face he used caress in all its beauty was replaced with the hallowed bone of her skull. 'Just like us,' he kept his gaze on the chair 'I wonder if she will come back to me after the curse has been broken. I wonder if the curse was put on her. But Elizabeth.' Another thought came. A forbidden one. One that he'd never thought of before. A thought that.he shook it off. 'No, my only love is Rachel.isn't she?' The thought of Elizabeth wouldn't go away. Her body looked so warm and inviting, just like Rachel. Her heart seemed to be made of gold, just like Rachel. Her heart appeared to be made of gold, just like Rachel. Not fit for the sea, 'Just like Rachel,' the thought made him sorrowful once more. He sighed deeply and let the forbidden concept take him over once again.
Elizabeth in his arms. Resting there, a goddess in her right. Him, whole again, listening to her breath. The picture of this soon was too much for him to bear. He had to see her. Had to look upon a sleeping face that so much reminded him of his old love. He walked to the door.
Please give me some help if you will. I need your help with the second chapter. Thanks!