Madness Eternal
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were_lemurThis fic is rated: PG-13
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Characters/Pairing: Hector Barbossa
Summary: AU -- 25 years after being cursed.
Warnings: disturbing imagery -- sometimes I scare myself.
Word Count: 322
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Author's Note: and you thought I was kidding when I said Barbossa had successfully boarded me brain!
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were_lemur
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Disclaimer: PotC belongs to Disney. Characters will be played with nicely and returned to them in good condition when I'm done. No infringement is intended, please don't sue me!
Twenty-five years of living under a curse have taken their toll.
When he failed to find Bootstrap's child all those years ago -- killing an innocent girl in the process -- he'd been disappointed, but determined. After all, they'd had eternity to break it, even if they had to search every inch of the ocean floor to drag up Bootstrap himself.
And then, in the twentieth year, his crew had started going mad, one by one. They would curl into a ball and scream and scream, and nothing would bring them back to their senses -- what few they had.
Now, crouched in the cave on Isla da Muerta, Hector Barbossa felt his sight and hearing go dim, and finally understood the true horror of his situation. He began to whisper a prayer he'd learned as a child, though he knew he was far beyond the help of a god he no longer believed in anyhow.
As his vision faded to black and even the lap of the waves faded away, he learned the true meaning of nothingness. He tried to stay sane by reciting the distances and bearings to various ports, naming every part of the Pearl, and trying to remember all the shops on the street he'd grown up on. But he felt even that knowledge slipping away, leaving him alone.
Finally, he could bear it no more. He threw back his head and screamed, and screamed, and ...
... his own scream woke him. Heart pounding, he staggered from the bed. In the half-dark, he stubbed his toe on something.
The pain shocked him to his senses.
He stood in the darkness of Tia Dalma's shack and savored the sensation like fine wine. His toe throbbed, red-hot, in time with his heartbeat. It would probably ache for the next few days, every step reminding him that he was alive.
He smiled to himself, and limped back to the bed.
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Characters/Pairing: Hector Barbossa
Summary: AU -- 25 years after being cursed.
Warnings: disturbing imagery -- sometimes I scare myself.
Word Count: 322
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Author's Note: and you thought I was kidding when I said Barbossa had successfully boarded me brain!
Cross-Posted
were_lemurMy FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: PotC belongs to Disney. Characters will be played with nicely and returned to them in good condition when I'm done. No infringement is intended, please don't sue me!
Twenty-five years of living under a curse have taken their toll.
When he failed to find Bootstrap's child all those years ago -- killing an innocent girl in the process -- he'd been disappointed, but determined. After all, they'd had eternity to break it, even if they had to search every inch of the ocean floor to drag up Bootstrap himself.
And then, in the twentieth year, his crew had started going mad, one by one. They would curl into a ball and scream and scream, and nothing would bring them back to their senses -- what few they had.
Now, crouched in the cave on Isla da Muerta, Hector Barbossa felt his sight and hearing go dim, and finally understood the true horror of his situation. He began to whisper a prayer he'd learned as a child, though he knew he was far beyond the help of a god he no longer believed in anyhow.
As his vision faded to black and even the lap of the waves faded away, he learned the true meaning of nothingness. He tried to stay sane by reciting the distances and bearings to various ports, naming every part of the Pearl, and trying to remember all the shops on the street he'd grown up on. But he felt even that knowledge slipping away, leaving him alone.
Finally, he could bear it no more. He threw back his head and screamed, and screamed, and ...
... his own scream woke him. Heart pounding, he staggered from the bed. In the half-dark, he stubbed his toe on something.
The pain shocked him to his senses.
He stood in the darkness of Tia Dalma's shack and savored the sensation like fine wine. His toe throbbed, red-hot, in time with his heartbeat. It would probably ache for the next few days, every step reminding him that he was alive.
He smiled to himself, and limped back to the bed.
