Know what meme I love we haven't had for half a year? This one.

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~the songficbit meme~

→ post with a list of your characters.
→ people will choose one character or a pairing of their choice.
→ after choosing, write:
→ (5) snippets per character
→ to (5) songs of your (the writer's) choice.

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01 | Backstabber - The Dresden Dolls

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You always struck me as the type to take it lightly
But now you're gonna have to shut your mouth and fight me
Backstabber, backstabber…

“Think he’ll use the pistol?” Bootstrap asks as the island grows small in the distance, Jack already invisible. Barbossa glances down to the ship’s rail, which Bootstrap is holding onto so tightly that his knuckles are white.

“I doubt it,” he replies, making note. “He’s a coward to the end.”

“Starving to death’d be a lot more painful.”

“Aye, but it’d take guts to pull the trigger on yourself.” He eyes him sideways, a cold glint in his gaze, watching for the tiny twist of Bootstrap’s lips which comes just as predicted, full of- guilt? Anger? He’ll have to keep an eye on him, he thinks.

“You’ve been planning this.”

“Since the day I met him, aye.”

“And you’ve never thought-”

“Never. Now I suggest ye return to yer post, Mr Turner, lest I find meself tirin’ of yer inquisitive nature, and wonderin' whether ye're doubtin' me qualifications as Captain. Did Jack know where he was goin'? Would ye trust Jack Sparrow to give ye what's rightfully yours and to avoid steerin' ye into madness or death? A mutiny don't happen because one man wants to be Captain. It happens because the whole crew- and that'd include you, Mr Turner- thinks he should be.” And he leers the leer of a man who could leave an ally of two years to starve to death without a second thought, and keeps it up until Bootstrap is long out of sight.

There’s a temptation to glance back- more curiosity than mercy, because there is some small part of him (a part of him he will later, grudgingly, recognise as the part which knew Jack Sparrow) which wonders how will he get out of this one? Because hasn't he seen Jack talk his way out of impossible situations, trick and con and swindle his not-quite-black-enough heart out in order to snatch just one more day alive from the jaws of fate?

Still, he doesn’t. There’d be no point. And he knows- rationally, he knows- that Jack’s luck has long run out. You can't con starvation or swindle the sea. And so what? All the better for him. He straightens his hat (he’ll find another at Tortuga, something big, something more suited to captaincy, something with feathers) and smiles- a smile with an edge, a sharklike smile- out at the open sea.