untitled for gratefuldread
This fic is rated: PG
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Characters: Captain Jack Sparrow, First Mate Hector Barbossa, the crew of the Black Pearl
gratefuldread requested " Anything where Barbossa makes himself look better than anyone else. Maybe Jack. Yeah, Jack."
two dead seagulls
Spoilers: we all know there's gonna be a mutiny, right?
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, pirategasm, potc_fic, potc100, barbossa_fic, whore4hector
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: PotC belongs to Disney. Characters will be played with nicely and returned to them in good condition when I'm done. No infringement is intended, please don't sue me!
"So. Mr. Barbossa." Jack grins, at ease; he's playing for the crew, now. "I suppose you could explain exactly what, you were doing, slipping away from the shore party?"
Barbossa grins lazily back. "I thought the crew might want some fresh fowl."
"So you were going to shoot a seagull on the wing ... " he fires, and drops a particularly fat specimen off a nearby rock.
"Actually," Barbossa drawls, and aims at one nearly three times as far, "I was thinkin' more like that."
The bird falls, but not nearly so quickly or as far as Jack's lower jaw.
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Characters: Captain Jack Sparrow, First Mate Hector Barbossa, the crew of the Black Pearl
gratefuldread requested " Anything where Barbossa makes himself look better than anyone else. Maybe Jack. Yeah, Jack."
two dead seagulls
Spoilers: we all know there's gonna be a mutiny, right?
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, pirategasm, potc_fic, potc100, barbossa_fic, whore4hector
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: PotC belongs to Disney. Characters will be played with nicely and returned to them in good condition when I'm done. No infringement is intended, please don't sue me!
"So. Mr. Barbossa." Jack grins, at ease; he's playing for the crew, now. "I suppose you could explain exactly what, you were doing, slipping away from the shore party?"
Barbossa grins lazily back. "I thought the crew might want some fresh fowl."
"So you were going to shoot a seagull on the wing ... " he fires, and drops a particularly fat specimen off a nearby rock.
"Actually," Barbossa drawls, and aims at one nearly three times as far, "I was thinkin' more like that."
The bird falls, but not nearly so quickly or as far as Jack's lower jaw.