A/N: Yeah... no idea where this one came from. Just a random little one-shot.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or Captain Barbossa. It would be incredibly scary if I DID own him. My parents would have a fit if we had a pirate in the house.

Setting Sail Again

Thought I'd never have to see them again. I almost wish I was dead, completely, so as to not have to deal with these people again.

And who am I going to save?

Captain Jack Sparrow.

Oh, the luck I have. I hate that bloody man! Killing me like that!

And that bloody good boy, Will Turner!

It just must not be in the cards for me. Never had much good luck. Now, Jack Sparrow, he had all the luck. Always did. Every unlucky situation he managed to get in to, and believe me, it was quite a lot, he managed to get out of. Smooth talking. Compliments. Easing his way about the room as he jabbered on, talking in circles so as to confuse whoever he was talking to.

I hate that bloody man.

Ironic, now, my going to help save him.

Why in hell am I doing this again?

I don't remember. Can't seem to remember a whole lot these days. Who talked me into this?

Oh, I wish I were dead. Surely anything is better than going to save him. Surely.

Of course, it might be worth it, just to sail again, to be Captain one last time.

Captain to what crew? Drunkard Gibbs, good boy William, pretty lady Elizabeth? The mute man Cotton and his bird?

Maybe it will be worth it. In any case, the witch talked me into it. Better not let her hear me call her a witch. But that's what she is.

I can feel that wind in my face, can smell the salty seas. I can feel the sea. Always could. No pirate worth his salt doesn't have a connection with the sea. Maybe it will be worth it.