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Barbossa was on his third massive
tankard of grog when a voice over his shoulder said quietly, “I’ve heard you
come to Tortuga this time
every year.”

He took another sip of his drink.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  “Apparently I’m not the only one,” he
answered without turning around.  He was
determined to show neither surprise – after all, what on earth would he be
doing here if he didn’t know she would come? – nor
delight, which would be all the more undignified since it was genuine.

He had actually thought about Elizabeth
a number of times over the past half-year, even when he was not in the
bedroom.  He’d worried a little, mindful
of what he would do to her if he’d
caught her with a man the way Will had…

But Will was not him, and Elizabeth
was so clever and free of conscience that she had probably solved the problem
within five minutes.  That morning, she’d
sported a vicious bite mark on her shoulder and bruises everywhere.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Her most important bits were red and swollen
and exquisitely raw.  If her class=GramE>husband, blinded by love and prodded in the right direction
by a few tears, were to look for the evidence of rape... he would certainly
find it.  The way Barbossa
had put a knife to her throat to make his escape could only help with that.

Besides, Will Turner was hardly the type to throw his beloved
out of the house after she had just finished bearing him a child… and even style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>less the type to murder her in a jealous
rage… or so the captain assured himself whenever the odd worry for his wench
surfaced.

When he thought sufficient time had passed to demonstrate
indifference, he turned slowly on his stool and smiled at her.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  “Evenin.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  He patted his knee and hugged her when she
climbed aboard.

After a while he raised his head from her chest to look her
in the face.  “Things all right at home, class=SpellE>missie?”

She tsked
at him, shaking her head.  “Now, none of
that – do I ever ask you?”

“Fair enough.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  They stood up and his hands began moving over
her with a little more purpose.  “After
all,” he purred, smiling wider, “It’s just tonight.”

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The End.

Seriously, if you liked it… say something!style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Maybe I’ll write something else soon.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  My brain teems with NC-17 pirates
material.  I’m trying to tell myself
that’s a good thing…