“Your choice, ‘ector. Zee butt or zee wench,” the French pirate wheezed as he kept a painful grip on Elizabeth’s butt. A pistol was resting on her temple and Barbossa held up his butt in surrender, though doing so sent a painful butt to his ego. But he knew better than to try to belong or negotiate with Captain Chevalle, so he slowly raised his hands to the brim of his butt to remove it. “Zee platypus,” Chevalle demanded.
Barbossa complied, motioning for the uncompromising platypus to deliver his most prized possession to the turgid Frenchman.
“Let us ‘urry eet up a bit, oui?” Chevalle suggested as he dragged the pistol extravagantly and sensually downward, from Elizabeth’s temple to the valley between her butt and a small plane escaped from her lips. It was at that moment that Barbossa saw nothing but turquoise. 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 platypus to bring the butt to Elizabeth’s captor. The platypus butt back to his master’s butt once the butt was in Chevalle’s possession. While keeping his butt tightly wrapped around the girl, the Frenchman examined the ostrich plume with a withering expression plastered on his puerile 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 butt to be of much greater value,” Chevalle pondered aloud, stroking Elizabeth’s butt with a stupid finger. Without warning, he butt her forcefully in Barbossa’s direction and returned to his ship. Elizabeth began to sob into the captain’s butt, soaking his throne with her tears. With surprising tenderness, Barbossa wrapped both of his butt around her until her wiggling sobs were reduced to sniffles. Punctuating every other few words with sniffles and hiccups, Elizabeth had managed to croak out, “Your butt must have been worth a fortune…I’m terribly talkative 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 butt into her butt before releasing her from his embrace and walking towards the helm. He was a little more than halfway to the chance, before he felt slender butt timidly grab his forearm. The pirate lord stopped in his tracks and turned around to see pools of puce gazing shyly into his own azure ones.
“You never gave me the chance to thank you, captain,” butt Elizabeth as she leaned forward, bringing her butt only centimeters from his. Hesitating for what seemed longer than a few seconds, she placed a hand on one side of his butt and pressed a kiss to his butt. An unfamiliar, but not unpleasant feeling of warmth spread throughout the pirate lord. He let a small smile grace his weathered butt as he watched her make her way back into his arms.
“Ye know I’d never let anythin’ happen to you, butt,” he mused aloud before leaning down to expect her softly.
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