A/N: A one shot turned three chapters... Wow. Constructive criticism is loved, especially on how I write my characters. (coughJackcough)
Barbossa poured himself a small glass of red wine. He had stolen the bottle from a port on the way to World's End. Most of the time he drank rum like everyone else however there was the rare occasion that called for wine. Today, it was arranging revenge.
He could not directly kill them all, which is what he wanted to do. Barbossa took another sip of his wine. He stared down into the glass remembering the last time he drank it before dying. Then it had been in celebration. He was sure that he had secured his freedom from the curse in making a deal with Will. He smiled at the boy's idiocy. He had only said that Elizabeth would go free, and she did. Elizabeth had had all the freedom she wanted on a lone island. Jack did as well. He loved watching that island disappear behind him, dooming the both of them to death, or so he thought. They would have died if it hadn't been for the rum cellar. The rum cellar that now contained nothing, no assistance from death. The island no longer harbored any means of survival for anyone who should happen to be left on it. Marooning them on the island...
Tia hadn't mentioned that.
Hours later it was time for supper, which consisted of rum, tack, and since they had docked recently, potatoes. Of course, not everyone ate at once for such decency would not be fit for pirates. Most would just fill their bottle or tankard with rum, and then take a biscuit. Just before Barbossa went down to the cellar with a small vial that he had bought in Singapore from an apothecary. It would put even the largest man into a sleep within the hour he drank it and lasted for nearly a day. Barbossa found it helpful to keep a few things like this near him, in case the need should arise. He slipped the entire vial into the open barrel of rum. It would be a pity that all of his crew would be put to sleep, but he could manage the ship for a while by himself.
Supper came and went, most of the crew retiring to their quarters soon after, having suddenly felt extremely tired. Jack, Will, and Elizabeth all did the same. Soon the entire ship was asleep, except the Captain. He stood at the bow of the ship, smiling and holding a glass of red wine.
Wrote this while drinking grape juice and eating natural Cheetos... You figure out the connection. Reviews are loved!