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He was tired.
After the fight against Davy Jones, Hector was tired and so was the entire crew. It had been a great physical and mental fight and more for Barbossa himself who had been brought back from the dead just to help an old archenemy, Jack Sparrow, oh boy, although he denied it the battle had been ravenous, without a doubt, being in Davy Jones's locker had affected him quite a bit even if he didn't show it and the hallucinations, oh the damn hallucinations as Jack normally referred to them would flare up in moments, it was clear when they were there as Jack quietly repeated
“Many Mes, Many Mes, Too Many Mes”
Or just gave orders to nothing
Although a small part of Hector felt sorry for the minor, it was a small and very deep part of him. If it was for the most part of his mind he would abandon him again on an island, but not now, it was not the time, he was in no condition to fight, besides Gibbs would return the favor and most likely the pirate would find a way to escape again of the island…for the third time.
—The bed is mine, you can sleep in the chair, go with the rest of the crew or set up a hammock, which one do you prefer?
Barbossa was taken out of his thoughts at that very moment, he began to process what the minor had told him, as his thoughts were somewhat disordered, the following actions he had were not with all the intelligence he had
"But there's a 4th option," he said as he got up from the chair where he was sitting and drew a gun, pointing it directly at his head.
Jack, in an attempt to calm part of his nerves and to get out of the trajectory of the gun, began to move exaggeratedly, Hector just limited himself to following him with the gun, but out of nowhere and without warning.
Jack stood still.
He didn't move a muscle and didn't blink either, he looked directly into Barbossa's eyes, Hector somewhat confused by the sudden lack of movement and penetrating look that Jack gave him, he almost lowered the gun, he mentally scolded himself for that carelessness and quickly regained his composure by doing let her gaze penetrate Jack's. The place fell into an awkward silence.
"Are you going to stay there like an idiot Jack?" Simply trying to win an undeclared staring war? —
Jack didn't say or do anything, he just continued to hold his gaze causing Barbossa's thoughts to start racing.
And now that? What am I supposed to do now? Do I shoot him? Is that how I'd take away that damn lustful look he's giving me? That could lead to various side effects. But so what? Wait to?
Héctor realized a small but at the same time great detail, Jack's look wasn't one of hatred, no, he was giving him a look of lust, a look of desire.
Was Jack trying to confuse him? Or was the look real? Did he really want it? But why him? No, it must be some game, a ruse.
As these thoughts began to flood Hector's mind, he had averted his eyes. Jack realized that Hector had noticed that look, funny, someone notices what someone else notices.
Hector saw Jack again, and I continued with the same look but now with a smile on his face, beginning to address Hector, who had lowered the gun but when he saw that Jack was addressing him, he went up again, aiming directly at the heart this time. Jack did not flinch and continued to approach when he was close enough, he moved the hand in which Hector was holding the gun, Hector, because of the strange sensation he began to feel, did not prevent him from moving his hand and getting closer to him. Jack was so close that part of their bodies were stuck together and they could smell each other's breath, Jack's breath, not surprising anyone, was Ron's rather strong rum, while Hector's was wine, red wine.
"It's a trick, honey," Jack said in a low voice but being direct in his words, "Give me what I want and I'll give you what you want."
Jack began to process his words a bit and finished with a whisper in Barbossa's hatred.
"What you want except my precious Black Pearl—"