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Fair Trade
0 ReviewsBarbossa makes a bargain and gets a little extra. Set around Dead Man's Chest, spoilers for that.
He didn’t talk with her much.
Dead men weren’t supposed to tell tales and that was the first bit of live cleavage he’d seen since before the Curse, which seemed decades ago at this point. He wasn’t as old as he looked, but pirates aged quickly because they shoved so much of life into every single minute.
Which was why this woman, with her ghastly teeth and voodoo manner, was distracting him.
“So how would you be payin’ me.”
He drew those shaggy--but as one wench had told him rather becoming--eyebrows together and half glared and half gave her incentive to explain some more. She put her hands on her hips, her lovely womanly hips, and drew her lips together stubbornly. She looked a hell of a lot better when she hid her teeth.
“Payin’ ye... miss?”
That knife was strategically aimed at his nether regions, and he’d been alive and feeling enough to know he had to protect them, no matter how blue they were, until he could properly use them.
“Or would you havin’ me send you back down to da depths?”
He removed the knife from the chair. “I can provide... a bit a what I’m known best fer.”
She didn’t seem too impressed, but she had carosed with Jack--best not to shudder at that, rum was just as good after someone drank from it as before--and probably knew that most pirates were too tipsy off the waves to worry about the womanly needs all the time.
Then her smile crept up and he looked away from the teeth and focused on the hips, which really were shapely, along with the cleavage in his peripheral vision--
“If I be callin’ on you, will you be there to... say captain a ship?”
Alright, for that, he would most definitely make sure her appetite was satisfied as well.
“You have yerself a bargain, miss.”
“Tia Dalma.”
“Miss Tia Dalma.”
There were no bargainings after that, and he found it a little odd that she wanted to pull some of his hair back like a younger man, but wenches, even strange witch ones, were what they were.
He just hoped they wouldn’t be going to the end of the world again. He hated that trip.
Dead men weren’t supposed to tell tales and that was the first bit of live cleavage he’d seen since before the Curse, which seemed decades ago at this point. He wasn’t as old as he looked, but pirates aged quickly because they shoved so much of life into every single minute.
Which was why this woman, with her ghastly teeth and voodoo manner, was distracting him.
“So how would you be payin’ me.”
He drew those shaggy--but as one wench had told him rather becoming--eyebrows together and half glared and half gave her incentive to explain some more. She put her hands on her hips, her lovely womanly hips, and drew her lips together stubbornly. She looked a hell of a lot better when she hid her teeth.
“Payin’ ye... miss?”
That knife was strategically aimed at his nether regions, and he’d been alive and feeling enough to know he had to protect them, no matter how blue they were, until he could properly use them.
“Or would you havin’ me send you back down to da depths?”
He removed the knife from the chair. “I can provide... a bit a what I’m known best fer.”
She didn’t seem too impressed, but she had carosed with Jack--best not to shudder at that, rum was just as good after someone drank from it as before--and probably knew that most pirates were too tipsy off the waves to worry about the womanly needs all the time.
Then her smile crept up and he looked away from the teeth and focused on the hips, which really were shapely, along with the cleavage in his peripheral vision--
“If I be callin’ on you, will you be there to... say captain a ship?”
Alright, for that, he would most definitely make sure her appetite was satisfied as well.
“You have yerself a bargain, miss.”
“Tia Dalma.”
“Miss Tia Dalma.”
There were no bargainings after that, and he found it a little odd that she wanted to pull some of his hair back like a younger man, but wenches, even strange witch ones, were what they were.
He just hoped they wouldn’t be going to the end of the world again. He hated that trip.
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