Post by barbossa on Jun 21, 2011 20:23:52 GMT -8
“Secure the riggin’!” came the brisk bark of Barbossa as he crossed the deck with a dark scowl on his face, making him look even more fearsome than usual. “And Bootstrap, I had better be able to see the shine in this apple by the time yer finished swabbin’ that deck, else it be the bosun’s lash upon yer back,” he added with a morbid chuckle.
Carrying on with seemingly endless pacing since the Black Pearl had become becalmed, Barbossa paused when he reached the quarterdeck and peered down at the apple he had palmed. After spending a week on nothing but hardtack, this was a far more welcomed sight than the still waters and certainly more appealing than that crew of sea urchins mechanically working below. He would save the apple for now and perhaps take a tempting bite once the sea had stirred to life again. The first mate’s lip curled with disgust as he watched the pirates carry on, looking just as bored and miserable as he was. This was the life of a sailor! They were pirates! They should be pillaging, not plucking barnacles. How long had it been since acts of larceny had been committed? A fortnight, a month? Time escaped Barbossa since they were left to wait and if something interesting did not happen soon- even if the sea remained like glass- madness would sink in; if that settled, their captain would have quite the time trying to sort the crew out. He was half mad himself.
Where was Jack anyway? Barbossa suspected he was up to something based on his recent behaviour but he had no idea what that something was.
Carrying on with seemingly endless pacing since the Black Pearl had become becalmed, Barbossa paused when he reached the quarterdeck and peered down at the apple he had palmed. After spending a week on nothing but hardtack, this was a far more welcomed sight than the still waters and certainly more appealing than that crew of sea urchins mechanically working below. He would save the apple for now and perhaps take a tempting bite once the sea had stirred to life again. The first mate’s lip curled with disgust as he watched the pirates carry on, looking just as bored and miserable as he was. This was the life of a sailor! They were pirates! They should be pillaging, not plucking barnacles. How long had it been since acts of larceny had been committed? A fortnight, a month? Time escaped Barbossa since they were left to wait and if something interesting did not happen soon- even if the sea remained like glass- madness would sink in; if that settled, their captain would have quite the time trying to sort the crew out. He was half mad himself.
Where was Jack anyway? Barbossa suspected he was up to something based on his recent behaviour but he had no idea what that something was.