Disclaimer: see first drabble.
The Fall
Apples. Round, green, a whole garden in one small sphere. Barbossa keeps them with him as a beacon of hope. Green for life, never red for blood.
Shedding the blood of these two will be a pleasure. Young Turner will have a different manner of end to his father, and Jack - serpent in the grass after all - he'll have to bleed since he was prey to the pull of the gold, and after that they'll spill the rest of it at their leisure.
He thinks of that until that one shot presses out his own blood -
and then, the fall.