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aletheiafelinea) wrote2011-02-15 09:21 pm
aletheiafelinea) wrote2011-02-15 09:21 pm
Fair Trade
Title: Fair Trade
Author: Aletheia Felinea
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triskellion
Rating: PG
Word count: 131
Disclaimer: Not mine, in any part. Disney takes everything.
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blackpearlsails' challenge 'Half'.
Jack turned from the sea spreading to the far horizon and looked into Barbossa's eyes. Equally blue, but far more cold.
“Seems to me, I've heard somethin' about going halves, eh?” Jack drawled.
“True!” Barbossa jovially clapped him on the back, so hard that beaded hair clattered. The teeth’s clatter was, though, what Jack had been trying to hide for some time. “I've heard it, too. We're sharin' the risk of death, but also the chance for the treasure, right? Well then, the death’s for you.” He shoved a pistol into Jack’s belt and pushed him towards the plank's edge. “And the treasure's for me. Fair trade, ain't it?”.
Jack discreetly tried to loosen the rope on his wrists. He looked back again.
“Someday, we'll trade it back,” he said. And dove.
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Comments and remarks welcomed and appreciated! :)
Author: Aletheia Felinea
Beta: Remarkably patient
triskellionRating: PG
Word count: 131
Disclaimer: Not mine, in any part. Disney takes everything.
For
blackpearlsails' challenge 'Half'.Jack turned from the sea spreading to the far horizon and looked into Barbossa's eyes. Equally blue, but far more cold.
“Seems to me, I've heard somethin' about going halves, eh?” Jack drawled.
“True!” Barbossa jovially clapped him on the back, so hard that beaded hair clattered. The teeth’s clatter was, though, what Jack had been trying to hide for some time. “I've heard it, too. We're sharin' the risk of death, but also the chance for the treasure, right? Well then, the death’s for you.” He shoved a pistol into Jack’s belt and pushed him towards the plank's edge. “And the treasure's for me. Fair trade, ain't it?”.
Jack discreetly tried to loosen the rope on his wrists. He looked back again.
“Someday, we'll trade it back,” he said. And dove.
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Comments and remarks welcomed and appreciated! :)