FIC: Fluidity [Pirates of the Caribbean]
Title: Fluidity
Author: atraphoenix
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Characters: Barbossa/Calypso
Rating: PG-13
Summary: There's no such thing as one true love.
Author's Note: Written for the potcfest.
She appeared on the deck of the Black Pearl, a half formed figure taking shape in the darkness. The crew were sleeping below deck, except for the Captain, who stood by the helm and watched the clouds gathering in the already ebony sky.
“Calypso,” said Hector Barbossa, all politeness, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Her form flickered and changed as he watched her, flowing between bodies as smoothly as if she was made of pure liquid. Different faces, different features; until at last she settled on the one Hector Barbossa was most familiar with.
For a brief moment he found himself recalling the first time he’d seen that form. His body had felt alien to him then, his spirit only just reinstalled in it. She’d brought him back from the dead and sewn his memories together with practised fingers.
Those same fingers had traced strange patterns on his bare skin later that night, as they’d listened the rain drumming on the roof of her shack with the sweat cooling on their skin.
That was before he’d realised who she really was, of course. After that, Barbossa had been even more keen to bed her. The newly exposed goddess, however, had suddenly become less eager.
She smiled, and his train of thought was broken as she stepped towards him across the fog shrouded deck.
“You are the seeking the Fountain of Youth,” she said, which was somehow answer and accusation. It wasn’t the voice that Barbossa remembered. It wasn’t really a voice at all. It was the sound of roaring waves, of the sea lapping against the shore and the wind howling through the rigging, yet somehow it formed words he could understand.
“And you’re here to warn me against it?”
“Once again, Barbossa, you are playing with things you do not understand.”
Another not-quite-answer, and then, suddenly, she was in front of him without seeming to move at all. She’d simply flowed across the deck.
“I understand a great many things, Calypso,” he replied, “What I don’t understand is why you’re here.”
“Maybe I just wanted to thank you,” she said, her voice the silken caress of waves on a beach, “You freed me. Or, at least, started the process. You always did have a strange idea of how to address a lover.”
“Only because I’ve never been in love,” said Barbossa icily. That was a sore point even now. He’d shared a bed with her, even shared his soul with her, yet it was that fool Ragetti who had been able to release her!
“Yes, you have.”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Yes, you have.”
“No, I haven’t!”
“Yes, you have,” she said again, and it was a voice that allowed no arguments. Somewhere in the distance, there was a crash of thunder. “You have already given yourself, body and soul, to the one you love, Hector Barbossa.”
“I thought you promised to give yourself, body and soul, to the one you loved, once,” the pirate retorted, as she placed a hand on his chest, over the beating heart that was racing beneath her palm.
“There’s no such thing as only one true love,” the goddess whispered, and it was the sound you heard when you put a sea shell up to your ear to hear the sea.
Barbossa thought of his childhood sweetheart and her open, innocent face. He thought of Elizabeth Swann, with her blazing eyes and sharp tongue. He thought of the Black Pearl herself, her deck heaving with each wave and her sails fluttering in the slightest breeze.
He thought of Calypso - or Tia Dalma, or Nereid, or any of the other names she liked to attach to herself - and, despite himself, smiled just a little.
“Aye, I reckon you’d be right there.”
The voice of the goddess changed once more, into something almost painfully familiar, and she placed her hand on his chest.
“Dere are some religions dat think you can reach the gods through your prayers. Dere are others who think you should use orgasm as a prayer.”
Barbossa - heart racing beneath Calypso’s sea smooth palm - grinned.
“Why don’t ye show me just how right they are?”
Author: atraphoenix
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Characters: Barbossa/Calypso
Rating: PG-13
Summary: There's no such thing as one true love.
Author's Note: Written for the potcfest.
She appeared on the deck of the Black Pearl, a half formed figure taking shape in the darkness. The crew were sleeping below deck, except for the Captain, who stood by the helm and watched the clouds gathering in the already ebony sky.
“Calypso,” said Hector Barbossa, all politeness, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Her form flickered and changed as he watched her, flowing between bodies as smoothly as if she was made of pure liquid. Different faces, different features; until at last she settled on the one Hector Barbossa was most familiar with.
For a brief moment he found himself recalling the first time he’d seen that form. His body had felt alien to him then, his spirit only just reinstalled in it. She’d brought him back from the dead and sewn his memories together with practised fingers.
Those same fingers had traced strange patterns on his bare skin later that night, as they’d listened the rain drumming on the roof of her shack with the sweat cooling on their skin.
That was before he’d realised who she really was, of course. After that, Barbossa had been even more keen to bed her. The newly exposed goddess, however, had suddenly become less eager.
She smiled, and his train of thought was broken as she stepped towards him across the fog shrouded deck.
“You are the seeking the Fountain of Youth,” she said, which was somehow answer and accusation. It wasn’t the voice that Barbossa remembered. It wasn’t really a voice at all. It was the sound of roaring waves, of the sea lapping against the shore and the wind howling through the rigging, yet somehow it formed words he could understand.
“And you’re here to warn me against it?”
“Once again, Barbossa, you are playing with things you do not understand.”
Another not-quite-answer, and then, suddenly, she was in front of him without seeming to move at all. She’d simply flowed across the deck.
“I understand a great many things, Calypso,” he replied, “What I don’t understand is why you’re here.”
“Maybe I just wanted to thank you,” she said, her voice the silken caress of waves on a beach, “You freed me. Or, at least, started the process. You always did have a strange idea of how to address a lover.”
“Only because I’ve never been in love,” said Barbossa icily. That was a sore point even now. He’d shared a bed with her, even shared his soul with her, yet it was that fool Ragetti who had been able to release her!
“Yes, you have.”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Yes, you have.”
“No, I haven’t!”
“Yes, you have,” she said again, and it was a voice that allowed no arguments. Somewhere in the distance, there was a crash of thunder. “You have already given yourself, body and soul, to the one you love, Hector Barbossa.”
“I thought you promised to give yourself, body and soul, to the one you loved, once,” the pirate retorted, as she placed a hand on his chest, over the beating heart that was racing beneath her palm.
“There’s no such thing as only one true love,” the goddess whispered, and it was the sound you heard when you put a sea shell up to your ear to hear the sea.
Barbossa thought of his childhood sweetheart and her open, innocent face. He thought of Elizabeth Swann, with her blazing eyes and sharp tongue. He thought of the Black Pearl herself, her deck heaving with each wave and her sails fluttering in the slightest breeze.
He thought of Calypso - or Tia Dalma, or Nereid, or any of the other names she liked to attach to herself - and, despite himself, smiled just a little.
“Aye, I reckon you’d be right there.”
The voice of the goddess changed once more, into something almost painfully familiar, and she placed her hand on his chest.
“Dere are some religions dat think you can reach the gods through your prayers. Dere are others who think you should use orgasm as a prayer.”
Barbossa - heart racing beneath Calypso’s sea smooth palm - grinned.
“Why don’t ye show me just how right they are?”