"Why me?"

Barbossa laughs menacingly. "Why did I claim ye? Or why was I talkin' t' ye?" His grin both frightens me and makes me want to slap it off his face at the same time. "Now why would ye be wantin' to do something like that?"

"How do you do that? How can you hear my thoughts?" I'm extremely curious about that. When he was just a voice, I never thought twice about it. But now, he's still in my head.

"I've had plenty of time to master the skills we dead have." The smile never wavers. "I'm a happy person... or should I say, ghost." He's too good humoured. I just died, and he's grinning like he just raided a Spanish galleon. "I'm eager to try out my new toy." A shudder runs down my spine at that. "We'll have fun, I promise. Just like old times... What should we do first?"

"As long as it doesn't involve me, I don't care what you do." He laughs again, more menacingly this time. "Why are you bothering me?" Though I'm dreading the answer, I need to know.

He moves closer to me, eyes scanning my body lecherously. "I'll be honest with ye." His hand brushes my cheek and I jerk away. Another laugh and he continues. "At first, before my issues with Sparrow, ye were merely a pretty piece t' pass the time. Then, once I found out Sparrow fancied you, I took that as my way to him. I do hope ye didn' take any of this personally." He seems so... Gentlemanly. He just made raping me when I was a child, and torturing me in my mind, sound like a casual conversation about the weather.

"Excuse me if I don't believe you." He gives me a hurt expression. I can't help but laugh. The sight of Big, Bad Barbossa, the man who made me start cutting and burning myself, with a puppy—like expression... I just burst out laughing. Of course, the fact that I was still in shock and disbelief could have a hand in it, too.

"I amuse you? You wound me." My laughter comes stronger as his eyes widen in mock hurt. I can't stop laughing.

I'm laughing for about five minutes straight. The whole time, Barbossa just stands there patiently and waits for me to finish.

Eventually, my laughter stops. I'm still shaking, however. Tears stream from my eyes. I can't control it. The tears keep coming, sobs racking my body, replacing the laughter. What's wrong with me? I'm no longer pregnant; I don't have to worry about my emotions. At least, that's what I thought... Then why am I changing them so suddenly?

I fist the tears from my eyes; I don't have time for all the emotional turmoil...

"Actually, ye've got all the time in the world. Your dead, remember?" Who's side is he on anyway? "Me own side." He actually holds me. He pulls me into a hug and holds me gently. "I may have done plenty of evil things, but tha's in the past." I almost believe him. I'm not sure I can trust him. Not after all he's done...

"Ye can... Jus' open up. Let the past be the past? I give ye my word. An' my word is me honour. I swear ye can trust me." I nod warily. I want to trust him. Mainly, I just want to trust someone. He's just the only one here. I need to trust him. Even so, I'm not sure I can. After all, this is still the same man who made my life a living hell...

I pull back from his embrace. "I trust you..." I look him directly in the eye. "So, what did you have in mind to pass the time?" At his smile, I quickly add. "And don't say sex." He laughs, less threatening this time.

"No. I was thinkin' of somethin' more... beneficial... to the both of us. P'r'aps teachin' ye to use yer powers." Powers? He makes them sound so... special. "They are." I glare at him.

"As long as you stop doing that. My privacy should remain private. So... Stop reading my mind!" The last part I tell him with both words and my mind.

He gives a light chuckle. "Alrigh'. I'll leave yer thoughts t' yerself." He has his hands up in an 'I surrender' manner. Well, joking 'I surrender' gesture at least. "Now d'ye want to learn how to use yer... gifts... now?" I give a small shrug.

"Alright... What's first?" I'm curious about what I can and can't do...

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I actually have another chapter to go on this, but this was the best place to stop (I even had the page break in the written version...). Please be patient with me, I was typing all night (By the time I got to sleep, the sun was already coming out.). I'm gonna post the few chapters I wrote last night (and this morning), and then I won't be able to get online for a while. Sorry...

Oh, and as for Barbossa being too nice (I think so too...) It just came out that way. Chock it up to the fact that he's been stuck in the ether for the past half a decade... Being alone for that long, with nothing to do and no one to talk to, can get pretty lonely. I'm betting he's just too glad to actually have someone to talk to; he's not going to do anything that'll risk being alone again. Even Barbossa can be nice once and a while.

Telomeric: Man, you like to ramble, don't you?

Me: Can it.

Fire Claw: (-Stretching lazily-) You both like to talk too much.

Telomeric: That's just because you won't let me have the last word.

Fire Claw: Why must you always have the last word?

Telomeric: Why don't you just let me have it?

Fire Claw: Why don't you just answer the question?

Telomeric: If you'll let me have the last word, I'll tell you why.

Fire Claw: Fine. Now what's your reason?

Telomeric: It's because my biggest fear... is silence... (-Lowers voice to a whisper-)

Fire Claw: ...

Me: At least his biggest fear isn't exploding teeth...

Foamy: Yeah, that my fear... Now stop trying to copy me! It's not working...

Me: Fine, O Great Foamy, Lord and Master

Telomeric: Bater.

Fire Claw: ?...?

Telomeric: Lord and MasturBator...?

Foamy: (-Points to Telomeric-) YOU are immature, disgusting, and absolutely retarded.

Telomeric: And YOU look absolutely delicious...

Foamy: You've won this round...

Telomeric: (-Smirk-)

Foamy: But I will be back. And then you'll be sorry!

Telomeric: Promises, promises... Will you at least use lube?

Foamy: (-Shudders and runs away-)

Me: Ewww!

Fire Claw: You've reached an all time low... That's completely nauseating!

Me: I think I'll end it here, before it becomes any more sordid or revolting...

Telomeric: But you'll let me have the last word, right?

Me: Fine, do the disclaimer, we haven't done that in a while, and the R&R thing.

Telomeric: RIGHT!

Disclaimer: None of the characters in the story belong to GG. Foamy belongs to Germaine (his owner) and I belong to Fire Claw, and she to herself. The only thing (or person) GG owns is herself.

So please Read and Review. Tell her what you liked or didn't like about this story. Any mistakes can only be corrected if she knows what she's done wrong. Expose the problem, and it will be fixed.

Fire Claw: Will you be fixed, too?

Telomeric: (-cringing from the implications-) No... I'm all male, baby...

Fire Claw: Yeah, right. I've seen bigger.

Telomeric: Hey... Be nice. (-Fire Claw opens mouth to say something-) But not now, I still want the last word...

Telomeric: Good. The end.