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Captain Elizabeth Turner ([personal profile] try_corsets) wrote2007-08-20 08:11 pm

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Things hadn't gone well with Will.

Elizabeth hurries up the stairs and over to the port rail, taking deep breaths of the hot air.

One of the crew walks by and catches her eye, but she quickly looks away again, unsure of her reception now that Jack has revealed the truth to all.

It's not unexpected. It's still unsettling, however.

[identity profile] 2007-08-21 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
It is a wonder, how he can be so silent on those heavy boots when he wants to. He comes up behind her like an apparition, not unlike he used to do when he was a cursed undead.

"Ah, the brand of treason. Invisible, untouchable, but how it does sting, doesn't it, miss Swann...?"

For once, his tone is almost devoid of mockery. Almost. He can't help but find all this quite... Twistedly entertaining.

[identity profile] 2007-08-22 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
"No, they won't."

He speaks in the tone of someone who knows from experience.

"Jack is the only one of them who would know about the sting of death, and gratitude isn't one of the many qualities that adorn our good old Jack, is it...?"

The smirk is humourless as he glances aside towards the quarterdeck and Jack.

"You will have to learn to live with it, miss Swann"

And in time, if you're smart, you will even learn to use it. Men hate a traitor, but they fear him too. And fear is a most useful tool, miss Swann.

[identity profile] 2007-08-23 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"What would I have done? You mean, aside from handing Jack to the Dutchman for him to pay his debt, and thus save my ship and its crew from the Locker...?"

His tone is flat, his lips curled into a scowl. Jack's cowardice has always seemed distasteful to him. Barbossa may be a devious, double-dealing, sneaky bastard, but he has never been found lacking when courage was required.

[identity profile] 2007-08-23 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"He was using you all, miss Swann. That's what he does." His voice is low, now. Not exactly confidential, but loaded with heavy thoughts behind those yellow-rimmed eyes.

"You did what you had to do, what had to be done. And believe me, you will find people tend to brand you all varieties of unkind names for that."

[identity profile] 2007-08-23 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, no. I don't think it was. But it was the one you saw at the moment. So in the end, it's the same."

He returns her gaze with an amused, sardonic little smirk.

"No, miss Swann. Like 'murderer', 'traitor', 'scum'..."

She wants to be a pirate, she better learn to live with the usually-attached stigmas.

[identity profile] 2007-08-24 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dashing." He smirks and arches an eyebrow "You sure have some funny ideas about what a pirate's life is like, miss Swann."

He leans his fists on the board, looking over the expanse of the Locker's infinite seas.

"But then again, you seem to have some funny ideas about most anything."

[identity profile] 2007-09-06 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
The perspective of being trapped forever in the Locker doesn't seem to upset Barbossa too much. Either he's more patient than the rest of the crew or he actually doesn't care... Which doesn't seem all too probable, does it? After coming all this way.

"We've already crossed a border what doesn't exist into a place what can't be reached, miss Swann. We've done the impossible once already in his little enterprise of ours, and they pale before one little obstacle."

He looks back over his shoulder, briefly, at the milling crewmen.

"They don't realize that maybe the exit from a situation what makes no sense can be found easier by having a man whose mind doesn't make no sense most of the time close at hand."

He doesn't need to look back at Jack, now, does he?