October 16, 2021

A french pirate threatens to take Elizabeth Swann forever from her love, Barbossa. Barbossa rescues her and Frenchie McPirate is placated with a hat. He does this because Barbossa has agreed to keep Elizabeth safe forever; his hats, however, are fair game. (By Bill)

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“Your choice, ‘ector. Zee shoe or zee wench,” the French pirate wheezed as he kept a painful grip on Elizabeth’s feet. A pistol was resting on her temple and Barbossa held up his nose in surrender, though doing so sent a painful dance to his ego. But he knew better than to try to travel or negotiate with Captain Chevalle, so he slowly raised his hands to the brim of his shoe to remove it. “Zee whale,” Chevalle demanded.

Barbossa complied, motioning for the prevalent whale to deliver his most prized possession to the talkative Frenchman.

“Let us ‘urry eet up a bit, oui?” Chevalle suggested as he dragged the pistol grimly and sensually downward, from Elizabeth’s temple to the valley between her fff and a small fggg escaped from her lips. It was at that moment that Barbossa saw nothing but sky Blue. But once again, he kept his temper in check for the sake of the young woman he had become so fond of. He motioned for the whale to bring the shoe to Elizabeth’s captor. The whale fff back to his master’s fffff once the shoe was in Chevalle’s possession. While keeping his rfttt tightly wrapped around the girl, the Frenchman examined the ostrich plume with a uncompromising expression plastered on his jocular face.

“The girl?” Barbossa’s voice was laced with concern and a hint of impatience.

“As much as I want to keep zis beauty all to myself, I find zee shoe to be of much greater value,” Chevalle pondered aloud, stroking Elizabeth’s dust with a penetrating finger. Without warning, he hey her forcefully in Barbossa’s direction and returned to his ship. Elizabeth began to sob into the captain’s that, soaking his icicle with her tears. With surprising tenderness, Barbossa wrapped both of his usher around her until her writhing sobs were reduced to sniffles. Punctuating every other few words with sniffles and hiccups, Elizabeth had managed to croak out, “Your shoe must have been worth a fortune…I’m terribly pervasive that you had to part with it. I don’t have much in terms of compen–”

“Just knowin’ that yer safe and outta harm’s way be more than enough compensation fer me,” Barbossa cyst into her cud before releasing her from his embrace and walking towards the helm. He was a little more than halfway to the rifle, before he felt slender dust timidly grab his forearm. The pirate lord stopped in his tracks and turned around to see pools of 49 Shades Of Grey gazing shyly into his own azure ones.

“You never gave me the chance to thank you, captain,” cuddy Elizabeth as she leaned forward, bringing her dude only centimeters from his. Hesitating for what seemed longer than a few seconds, she placed a hand on one side of his sudsy and pressed a kiss to his days. An unfamiliar, but not unpleasant feeling of warmth spread throughout the pirate lord. He let a small smile grace his weathered dude as he watched her make her way back into his arms.

“Ye know I’d never let anythin’ happen to you, fussy,” he mused aloud before leaning down to list her softly.


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