PotC fic: Treasure (Barbossa, Bootstrap, G, drabble) Title: Treasure Author:shyaway Rating: G Characters: Barbossa, Bootstrap Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean and its characters are owned by Disney. Summary: Not all silver and gold is treasure.
For such a short journey, the route between Tortuga and Isla de Muerta had been eventful. Many of the Pearl's crew were nursing cuts and bruises, wounds they'd sustained during the struggle with their now-former captain, who yesterday had been safely installed as the governor of his own island. Good riddance, the men clamoured, those of them who had not fought so eagerly during the regime change shouting loudest, with an eye on Barbossa as they did so.
That could be forgotten now. They had made it to the island, they had found their way through the caves, there was the promised stone chest; and if it were ominously like a sacrificial altar, no matter. They were not children to be frighted so.
Only one of their company hung back. The bo'sun noticed and shoved him forwards to Barbossa.
"Come on, Turner," the captain said to him, "you're spoilin' it for the rest of us with your sulks. Take your share."
Bootstrap looked into the chest, at the gold that had enticed them here, and had no appetite for it. All he said was, "He could still be alive."
Barbossa shrugged and out of habit bit down on one of the coins. "I hope not."
For a second time Bootstrap looked at the treasure of Cortez, the treasure that was theirs now, at the grinning, mocking skull the coins bore (was that what Jack's face looked like now?); he saw in its gleam the flames of war, heard in its chink the clang of steel. From far off Barbossa's voice told him again to take his reward; and he took one of them, took one of those coins.