Disclaimer- Yeah, I forgot this last chapter so, I don't own POTC or A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. Oh yeah, um, tell me if I messed up any of the Christmas Carol storyline because my reference points are the Disney special and Muppets movie (some of my holiday must-sees). Enjoy!
Barbossa hobbled down the lonely cobblestone road in the lonely quarter of London. Such was his lonely life. He reached his front porch and pulled out the old fashioned key from inside his pocket, and turned it in the lock. There was an eerie click, if such a noise can be creepy. He opened the door, and could've sworn he smelled simmering pork with rum form the kitchen.
"Bootstrap, are you there? The pork smells delicious!" he called. That's when he realized that his former partner had been dead for over twenty years. Completely frightened by the fact that he had just spoken to an empty house, he went to the kitchen and fixed himself a small dinner of bread, potatoes and peas. With some rum on the side, of course.
He made his way up the stairs and into his room. He lit the fire and sat down in his favorite chair, eating his cold supper. A gust of wind and dying fire later, he opened his eyes, and couldn't believe what he saw. It was the ghost of his old partner Bootstrap Marley! He carried with him chains and shackles and such.
"Ebenezer Barbossa!" he haunted, and feebly at that.
"Bootstrap? Is that you?"
"Yes!"
"You look deathly pale…but then again, you are dead…"
"Thank you."
"Remember the day when we swindled that little old lady and she gave us her monkey? Remember Jack?"
"The Captain or the monkey?"
"The monkey, you incompetent fool!"
"Oh yeah, those were the good old days, swindling people everywhere we…I mean no! Those were days of wrong doing! Listen to me Ebenezer…It is for my actions that I carry these chains with me! Because of the life I led! I've come to warn you! Your fate will be the same unless you change your ways!"
"What profit will come from that?"
"Just listen! Tonight you will be visited by three ghosts, the Ghost of Christmas Past, the Ghost of Christmas Present, and the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come! Listen for the chime of midnight. Farewell!" With that, he stole one of Barbossa's bread rolls and floated off through the wall.
"What have I come to? I'm seeing ghosts, talking to them, and watching them float off with my supper!" Barbossa cried aloud. He then put on his nightgown and nightcap and crawled into bed. As he pulled up the covers to his chin, he grabbed his teddy bear and held it close.
"Ghosts…bah humbug…I must be getting older. I'm such a crazy old fool…Isn't that right Mr. Twinkles?" he asked his teddy. Upon receiving a blank look and no response from the bear, he fell asleep.