Abigail and Barbossa

Heavy snow fell upon the dinghy and the crew, one member started throwing the snow out with a bucket so they wouldn't sink. Abigail kept her arms crossed and with a annoyed look upon her face. Barbossa paid no mind to the snow and kept looking straight ahead, everyone was shivering. She glanced over at Barbossa who not even shivering at all, his calm and cool face upsetted her, how was he not shivering like everyone else?

"What a-are ye thinking about, Barbossa?"

"Hm?"

"Yer not s-shivering.."

"Ha, I think about somethin nice when things like this happen", a smug grin.

She tried to think of something nice that would keep her mind off the harsh cold. The sand, nice open water, palm trees everywhere, a bottle of rum in one hand. Sword fighting with a enemy or just playfully fighting with Barbossa--Her mind stopped. No, Barbossa was not aloud inside her mind, that's when she thought of another thing. Treasure, holding gold and silver and a crown on her head. Having Barbossa with to share such glory..Wait! She cussed to herself, then she realized she said it out loud.

"Blast damnit...", Barbossa was close enough to hear.

"Ye say something, lass?"

"No"

There was a bump on the small boat, bumped into the stone wall of the small dock. The small boat was tied to the mast as they all got out. Abigail shivered more snow prickled her skin, Barbossa walked passed all of them and her like he didn't care. Abigail could have sworn she saw a deep glance from him as he passed her, was that concern?

The more they walked the more icicles formed inside their throats, some of the members tongues had frozen and follen off. Abigail tried a few times to stand by Barbossa as close as possible without being noticed by him. What if he did notice? What would happen then? Would he taunt her when they got back on the Pearl? So many questions were ready to fly out, and so many feelings were ready to be said. She tried her best to keep warm and to keep quiet inside herself.

Barbossa put up an arm over her chest to stop her from walking, she looked at him and noticed he was staring at something from the sky. She followed his gaze and saw five men on each cliff of the iceberg. Her hand clamped down on her cutlass but Barbossa stopped her just in time. Abigail saw that as a sign of non-violence, she let her arm go down by her side.

"Mornin' gentlemen! I suppose Master Harold has ye doing THIS job!", Barbossa said loud and clear, hands on his hips. Abigail watched from behind with Pintel and Ragetti behind her with the rest of the crew. There was silence before the armored men put down their pistols and stood at attention. The gate infront of them creaked open loudly then with another loud screatch until it collided into the walls of the iceberg. A young, handsome man came out with a book that was 3 times the size of a regular book: probably the Book of Documents, Abigail thought. Barbossa just gave a meer grin for about a second before giving out his serious face.  

"Yer clearly quiet the armed man around here, Harold..What makes ye so cautious of us humble pirates?", he chuckled to lighten the mood. Harold wiped the cold, frozen bronze hair away from his face, he noticed Abigail and looked at her with loads amount of danger and seduction. She blushed and looked away, he suddenly grew an interest in her.

"Come inside, please. I hear today will become quiet freezing and harsh", stating the obvious, Harold turned on his heels and walked back inside the large hut.

"I don't lik'em...too coy with our company..", Abigail said sternly. Barbossa looked back at her.

"Then why don't just not say nothin', hm?", He followed Harold into the hut with the rest of the crew behind him. She wanted to shoot Barbossa where it hurt, him making that comment towards her, how dare he. After all she did take a liking to him and the feelings from that roughly made kiss was growing inside of her. She followed quickly before the men had their chance to shut it on her.

Commodore Harold had fur all over his hut, on the floor, on the walls, furniture made out of fur, it was just madness. Throughout the whole time Harold was explaining to Barbossa about a CERTAIN other Captain who owned the Black Pearl, Ragetti's nose was exploding with loud sneezes and coughs.

"The East India Trading Company has begun to-"
"ACHOO!"
" Search for a Captain J--"
"COUGH!"
"And with the--"
"ACHOOO!"

Barbossa was clearly angered by Ragetti more than anything, he took him aside and shoved him in a corner of the hut. Barbossa's hand laid on top of his pistol, "One more blasted sneeze from ye Ragetti and I'll throw ye out!" Barbossa roared. Ragetti jumped into the corner and covered his nose. Abigail chuckled but stopped abruptly when Pintel gave her a gaze.

Barbossa gave Captain Harold a quick grin as an apology.

"Apologies, Harold. Ye were sayin?"

"Ah yes, well, The East Inda Trading Company is after a old nemesis, promptly by the name of.. Jack Sparrow, heard of him perhaps?"

Barbossa gave a small nod then glanced at the wall and back to Harold, "Aye? ..and what if we did?", mentioning him and and the crew. The whole time, Abigail kept staring at the large book in his hand. It must have been hard for him to be holding it all that time, talking to Barbossa while holding a heavy book. She was wondering what was inside that made it so special, documents of Jacks freedom rights? Papers of the British Navy that said that every pirate must be found and exacuted right then? She kept wondering until a sneeze broke her train of thought, she glanced back with everyone else, including Barbossa who gave Ragetti an evil stare. Ragetti quivered at that look and brought himself together a lot more.

"I-Is not my fault! I swear! I can't bare the blasted--"

"Abigail, tak'em outside!"

"N-No!", Abigail was at his side in a second. Picking him up by the arm and standing outside with him. She slapped him on the arm harshly then hissed, "Can't ye keep it down! We're are trying to find out what's inside that book of his!", as harsh as Abigail was, she couldn't but feel bad for poor Ragetti. She took off her green bandana and gave it to him. "Take it and wrap it around your neck..Just stop sneezing!".

"T-Thank ya, miz..", she slammed the door behind her then walked back up to the front. Harold was sitting in a fur covered chair while Barbossa was still standing across from him. He glanced at her then noticed the bandana was missing, she shrugged and kept listening.

"There is but a source of Jacks showing up, it lies within his very pocket!", Barbossa was referring to Jack Sparrow's magical compass which points to whatever you desire most. This caught Harold's attention, he then lifted one finger from the four that were laying flat on the arm rest of the chair, the fur covered men walked up to the crew, their guns against their chest as if it was a sign of threat that they might shoot. Barbossa glanced back and forth between his crew and Harold.

"And what's the meanin of this, Harold? Surely you're not thinkin my crew is..untrustworthy?", a small smile as he glanced over at Abigail who looked like she was going to try and fight all the guards off at once, with her hand on her cutlass. Harold followed Barbossa's gaze and saw Abigail. He wouldn't think a girl was capable of stealing from him but he wasn't going to be nice either. If Abigail was with Barbossa's men, that meant she was just as piracy and devoted as any other. He pointed to Abigail and nodded at one guard who took her by the shoulder tightly and shoved her behind him. She rubbed her shoulder and looked at Harold, confused. A glance at Barbossa and a small shrug was the answer.

"And what be the meaning of this, Captain Harold? Ye think I'm not as skillful as those men?", she pointed behind her as the men were being escorted out roughly by the goat-furred gaurds. Harold chuckled, placing the book down as he got up from his chair and made his way towards Abigail with a seductive grin. She grinned back nervously, glancing back at Barbossa a few times.
Nothing. Harold bowed to her then rose again.

"I think you are a great, skillful swords..Woman. Miss, it's just...I have not seen a woman in over 2 years! Seeing as I live here" He went on "Possibly help me with a few things, track down navy ships-or find a treasure beyond your wildest dreams.." Abigail stepped back and put her hands up, "Sorry matey, I like the crew I'm with now. No offense to ye Captain Harold.." She chuckled nervously. That was a complete lie but she didn't want to take any chances with this Captain. She jerked a finger to Barbossa "Besides! I'd rather explore the SEVEN seas rather than just one, savvy?", putting one finger up. Harold hesitated then gave a slight nod and stood up he walked to the end of the room and looked at a old family portrait which Barbossa nor Abigail could see who they were. The old captains clock clinked as it opened with one flip, he placed it back in his coat pocket then looked at Abigail again.

"I can fully understand your excitement for the sea, I am in fact a Commodore of 40 ships in this world, you understand" Abigail nodded "But..But there is something worth MORE than the sea deary, do you know what that might be?", Abigail shook her head, no "Ah..Well, while your out at sea. Don't you ever think of family? siblings? guardians?" Her eyes ran to the floor, looking at her leather boots. Barbossa thought he was getting off topic, "Captain Harold?" "Yes Captain Barbossa?" "Don't ye think we should be gettin back to those documents?" His voice changed to a low tone, a little impatience was rising "That's why we came here" He said, pointing to the crew outside. "You are correct Barbossa, But..I must ask one more thing to Abigail.." He turned to her, bending down to meet her face.

"Does Samuel know you're a pirate?"