(standard disclaimer applies; warning for dark themes)
May knew most of the other girls didn't care much for Hector Barbossa and Scarlett downright hated him, but she was his favorite and he was good to her. Gave her nice things, bought her sweets, sat her on his lap and stroked her hair and called her his pretty little miss. He paid well, but didn't treat her like a whore in any other way, so she figured they were all just jealous.
One night he comes to her with his eyes lit up. He tells her tales of such riches as she's never heard tell, riches he'll be off to seek in the morn. She giggles at his ambition and tumbles him down to stop his wagging tongue.
She doesn't see him again for months. When he does return, he's worn and haggard-looking, and his breath smells of rot. Still, she remembers her charming Hector and drapes herself over his shoulder. He pulls her close and buries his nose between her breasts, breathing deeply.
"May, darlin'," he says in a crackly voice.
"'Course, love," she says, wiggling her hips. "How'd yer -"
He heaves himself to his feet, dragging her behind him as he heads for the back door. May makes a face at the pain in her shoulder, but she scurries along in his wake. Once they're outside, he turns and pins her to the wall, his hand sliding up her skirt.
"I been waiting fer you, Hector," she whispers, gasping as his fingers fumble between her legs with none of his usual finesse. She pushes her hand down his trousers, surprised to find his cock only half-hard. He's panting with want and striving against her, but to no avail.
"No," he moans into her hair, and she shivers at the despair in his voice. "No, not this, not this too..."
Thinking to placate him, she kisses the fringes of his beard and says, "'S all right, pet, how 'bout we go back to my room an' -"
He interrupts her with a snarl, tearing himself away so suddenly that she stumbles. "Hold yer tongue, ye filthy trollop!"
"But Hector -"
"I said t' shut it!" he roars, and he lashes out, striking her face. May's glad for the wall at her back, the support as she sinks to the ground, holding her hand to her cheek and staring at him. Fists clenched at his sides, he steps forward menacingly. She whimpers in fright, knowing the noise of the tavern inside would mask any sound she might make.
But he doesn't attack her again. Instead he hurls a handful of gold at her and stalks off into the darkness.
Numbly she picks up one of the bright coins. A tear falls upon the gleaming skull, but still it grins up at her, mocking her foolish heart.