PAIN! Lots of PAIN!
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,363
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Pinata
Okay, i lied. I did another drabble. LOL. I couldn't resist. gods i hate beckett.
again, i don't own shit.
Dance of the Piñata
Koleniko took a slow step towards the flailing man, gripping the heavy chunk of half-rotted but barnacle-reinforced wood in both hands, half his face puffed out in anger, half his face twisted in sheer glee. Four others had already had their turn with their new toy, who dangled helplessly by one foot about four feet in the air, and now, well, it was his turn.
Beckett had said some horrid things to him during his reign as Lord over the Flying Dutchman, and he took them all very very personally. Not only that, but he absolutely despised men like him. Men who thought they had the right to not only rule over everything, but trod on the backs of those who had once helped him. Koleniko had had experience with men like Cutler Beckett before, and now, well, now was his chance to show how highly he thought of them.
The rest of the crew, and the smug-as-hell Captain, stood in a circle around the two of them, cheering him on, blood-thirsty grins adorning their mutated faces. Koleniko couldn’t remember the last time there was this much joy aboard the Dutchman, but he sure as shit appreciated it now.
He hefted the bit of wood and took a powerful swing, absolutely swimming in delight at the dull thud of hard wood meeting soft flesh as it struck the now un-wigged scrawny little prat on the right shoulder, causing the man to twirl around in circles a few times, still flailing his arms around and whimpering in despair. The entire crew whooped and laughed and cheered, and the Captain gave Koleniko an approving nod, encouraging him to keep going.
So he did.
again, i don't own shit.
Dance of the Piñata
Koleniko took a slow step towards the flailing man, gripping the heavy chunk of half-rotted but barnacle-reinforced wood in both hands, half his face puffed out in anger, half his face twisted in sheer glee. Four others had already had their turn with their new toy, who dangled helplessly by one foot about four feet in the air, and now, well, it was his turn.
Beckett had said some horrid things to him during his reign as Lord over the Flying Dutchman, and he took them all very very personally. Not only that, but he absolutely despised men like him. Men who thought they had the right to not only rule over everything, but trod on the backs of those who had once helped him. Koleniko had had experience with men like Cutler Beckett before, and now, well, now was his chance to show how highly he thought of them.
The rest of the crew, and the smug-as-hell Captain, stood in a circle around the two of them, cheering him on, blood-thirsty grins adorning their mutated faces. Koleniko couldn’t remember the last time there was this much joy aboard the Dutchman, but he sure as shit appreciated it now.
He hefted the bit of wood and took a powerful swing, absolutely swimming in delight at the dull thud of hard wood meeting soft flesh as it struck the now un-wigged scrawny little prat on the right shoulder, causing the man to twirl around in circles a few times, still flailing his arms around and whimpering in despair. The entire crew whooped and laughed and cheered, and the Captain gave Koleniko an approving nod, encouraging him to keep going.
So he did.