Drabble: A Man So Evil
Title: A Man So Evil
Author: barbossamonkey
Characters: Hector Barbossa
Rating: PG
Summary: A quick look into what had given Barbossa his reputation.
Author's Note: Prompt response to "evil" on the Broken Compass forum at ff.n
Xposted: whore4hector, blackpearlsails, pirategasm
Some say Hector Barbossa was a ‘man so evil that Hell spat him back out’. Others say that they could be no more wrong than a sailor claiming that the Kraken was real. But Hector Barbossa was the most vile, despicable, bloodthirsty cutthroat, second to Blackbeard himself, which could have ever possibly sailed the seas. Beset upon with a terrible curse, the man succumbed to the most evil of natures to free himself and his crew of the woes that their own foolish greed had put upon themselves.
Ships burned. Bays ran red with the blood of hundreds. Women screamed, children cried and men died. Atrocities were committed and innocence destroyed. Prayers could not bring salvation to those who fell beneath the cutlasses and cannon shot of the cursed pirates. Priests held crosses before them once the wicked moon revealed what they were and Hector Barbossa merely laughed at their God just before he would impale them upon his sword or put one between their eyes.
There would be no warning to his attacks save for a sinister fog rolling in out of no where in the middle of the night. The superstitious captains would sail away and mothers would close their shutters and children would huddle together in the hopes that this night would not bring the Death ship and her ghastly crew to their shores.
And it was all for the gold.
The evil, vile, wicked and enchanted gold that had made Hector Barbossa and his crew the myth and legend they had become. He was something to fear, something to whisper, and something not to wish upon others. The Devil despised him, the Saints pitied him and God had abandoned him. He was a man so evil that Hell spat him back out.
“Hell hath indeed spat me back out,” Hector Barbossa whispered in amusement as he looked up at the image of Tia Dalma hovering over his prone body, “an’ given me to the Devil’s queen.”
Author: barbossamonkey
Characters: Hector Barbossa
Rating: PG
Summary: A quick look into what had given Barbossa his reputation.
Author's Note: Prompt response to "evil" on the Broken Compass forum at ff.n
Xposted: whore4hector, blackpearlsails, pirategasm
Some say Hector Barbossa was a ‘man so evil that Hell spat him back out’. Others say that they could be no more wrong than a sailor claiming that the Kraken was real. But Hector Barbossa was the most vile, despicable, bloodthirsty cutthroat, second to Blackbeard himself, which could have ever possibly sailed the seas. Beset upon with a terrible curse, the man succumbed to the most evil of natures to free himself and his crew of the woes that their own foolish greed had put upon themselves.
Ships burned. Bays ran red with the blood of hundreds. Women screamed, children cried and men died. Atrocities were committed and innocence destroyed. Prayers could not bring salvation to those who fell beneath the cutlasses and cannon shot of the cursed pirates. Priests held crosses before them once the wicked moon revealed what they were and Hector Barbossa merely laughed at their God just before he would impale them upon his sword or put one between their eyes.
There would be no warning to his attacks save for a sinister fog rolling in out of no where in the middle of the night. The superstitious captains would sail away and mothers would close their shutters and children would huddle together in the hopes that this night would not bring the Death ship and her ghastly crew to their shores.
And it was all for the gold.
The evil, vile, wicked and enchanted gold that had made Hector Barbossa and his crew the myth and legend they had become. He was something to fear, something to whisper, and something not to wish upon others. The Devil despised him, the Saints pitied him and God had abandoned him. He was a man so evil that Hell spat him back out.
“Hell hath indeed spat me back out,” Hector Barbossa whispered in amusement as he looked up at the image of Tia Dalma hovering over his prone body, “an’ given me to the Devil’s queen.”