Drabble: 'Bloody Fool' (Jack, Barbossa)
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dwgmAnd another one for the 'Fool' challenge, 150 words of Jack and Barbossa, inspired by a line from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
p0wdermonkey's Sixth Nut Out of the Locker...
~ Bloody Fool ~
Red, rhythmic agony assails Jack with each quick step Barbossa takes, and the man’s arms are like iron bands under Jack’s knees and shoulders. The slick, wet blood spreads steadily, but the blessed blackness of unconsciousness recedes ever further, and Jack is finally unable to help groaning aloud.
“Jack! Hang on, lad. We’ll have ye back to the ship in a trice.”
Hector doesn’t stop walking, but there’s panic in his voice, and steely determination, too. Jack manages to open his eyes briefly and the vision of the pale skin and set jaw is something he knows he’ll not soon forget – provided he survives to remember.
Jack manages to rasp, “Hector!”
“What?” Hector does stop, now. “What is it?”
Jack summons the ghost of a smile. “Didn’t know you cared, mate.”
Hector rolls his eyes and snaps, “Shut up, ye bloody fool!” and lights out again, fast, toward the Pearl.
~.~
p0wdermonkey's Sixth Nut Out of the Locker...~ Bloody Fool ~
Red, rhythmic agony assails Jack with each quick step Barbossa takes, and the man’s arms are like iron bands under Jack’s knees and shoulders. The slick, wet blood spreads steadily, but the blessed blackness of unconsciousness recedes ever further, and Jack is finally unable to help groaning aloud.
“Jack! Hang on, lad. We’ll have ye back to the ship in a trice.”
Hector doesn’t stop walking, but there’s panic in his voice, and steely determination, too. Jack manages to open his eyes briefly and the vision of the pale skin and set jaw is something he knows he’ll not soon forget – provided he survives to remember.
Jack manages to rasp, “Hector!”
“What?” Hector does stop, now. “What is it?”
Jack summons the ghost of a smile. “Didn’t know you cared, mate.”
Hector rolls his eyes and snaps, “Shut up, ye bloody fool!” and lights out again, fast, toward the Pearl.
~.~