Until Judgment Day

[captainbarbossa]

The world ends tomorrow. What do you do today?

Find Jack Sparrow, and make certain that by the time the trumpets sound, he be as thoroughly damned as I.

Cross-posted to theatrical_muse.

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[captainbarbossa]

Having suffered a foul turn in his mood at Fanny Fae's behest, Barbossa holds the witch by her chin as a cat holds a mouse by its tail, daring her to try and wrench herself free of that seemingly marginal grip.

[fannyfae]

Fanny feels Barbossa's fingertips biting into her flesh. Inwardly, she is seething, at Barbossa's rough treatment, but she remains calm. Maybe, she thinks, she rather enjoys this game that they play. She reaches beneath her skirt for her dagger which she drags along the outline of his more prominent organ located just South of his equator

What? And not have my tongue be put to its 'more pleasurable uses'? Look down, Captain. I'd say we have ourselves a bit of an impass. Ye may not be able to die, me Lover, but you may not be remaining entirely, shall we say, intact. And I assure ye, Captain, that I certainly do remember just how to be gelding any stallion put before me.

[captainbarbossa]

Barbossa doesn't have to look down and see the telltale gleam of Fanny's blade, for he feels the proof of its edge all too well. His mouth jerks once with a smirk--not a flinch, though he knows the witch won't hesitate to make good on her word--then steadies into a harder line. He releases her as if it costs him nothing to do so, and in truth, it doesn't. They both know the real gauntlet here has yet to be thrown down.

Ye always did have a way of reining in the steed of your choosing, Fanny Fae. But I don't think you'll ride astride this eve -- at least not until ye prove your tongue to be sweeter than your dagger's kiss. His eyes never leaving hers, Barbossa takes a step back, tugs loose his sword belt, and lets his sheathed blade clatter to the ground at Fanny's feet.

[fannyfae]

Fanny’s eyes do not leave Barbossa’s even as the Captain’s sword belt and heavy cutlass clatters to the floor at her feet. She takes one step forward and again her blade is against his cock. With her free hand she pulls him by the collar to her and kisses the rough surfaces of his throat, his clavicle and his chest. She lets her hand trail downward, over his chest, beneath his weatherbeaten coat, over his waist and she places a warm, yet insistent hand over his cock. She waits for his next intake of breath before trailing her fingers back up to the fastening of his breeches and begins loosening them.

"Ha Kochren ha tai-alal, Amour?"*

Fanny Fae’s breath whispers the ragged edge of a spell to the Captain sweetly. She knows that he understands, for all at once her words are an invocation, an entreatment, an invitation, and a challenge.

* (*“Are you prepared to give everything, Love?")

[tm_jacksparrow]

That's hardly likely, is it? Seeing as how you're twice damned now, while I remain in god's good graces, savvy?

[jack_aubrey]

Do you find Captain Barbossa's fascination with you disturbing, I wonder, or among pirates is it something of an honour?

[tm_jacksparrow]

Barbossa's just jealous, is all. He always did want what I have. I find the fact that he's back from the dead a bit disturbing, though. I thought I'd sent him off to his final reward, as it were.

[audrey_gould]

When Audrey sees the Captain again, she is very much changed. She has learned how to fight somewhat, and she sees nearly every man as a rapist and a challenge. But now her face softens. For everything he is, he is kind to her, and genuinely so. Meeting him unblushingly in the eye, she keeps her voice even and soft, only hinting at her deep sadness.

Captain...my dear Captain, how could a man as kind as you be damned? I would defend your soul, sir, even to the Almighty, whatever the books may say about you.

[fannyfae]

You sweet, sweet, misguided child. Has he put you under his spell, too? He always was gifted in the ways of magic, he knows it well enough, though surel he would deny it.

Since you are a lovely and very sweet young lady, and since I share the Captain's fondness for you - for you do inspire that and yet know it not, I shall give you but a small word of caution.

Our beloved Captain Beast is as dangerous as an asp, make no mistake. And he is far more cruel than e'er any man alive. You talk of rapists and challenges? Nay, the Captain is ne'er so coarse, nor an unthinking brute such as that. Whatever he does that comes off as kind and genuinely tender to you, know this well: that it is all too often merely a means to an end.

Ask him if he would have you intervene on his behalf with the Almighty. Ask him if you could offer it to him, would he drink the cup of Everlasting Life. See what he says. I know the answer to those questions, just as well as he does.

Fanny shakes her head sadly in something akin to pity.And you are such a

[cerulean_sea]

And where does this all-consuming hatred for Jack Sparrow spring from, Barbossa? Did it fester over time, or was it instantaneous? I've always had a mind to ask if ever there was a certain... mutual congeniality between you and the dear captain. I would be interested to know if the dislike was mutual before the unfortunate marooning as well. Please, enlighten me.

[notyourwench]

'ey, Bobo. Where ye' been, ay?
A slightly mischevious frown spread across Rogue's face.

-Rogue