By the time Barbossa wakes up, Jack isn't in bed with him. Instead, he's sitting over at the table in just his pants drinking a bottle of rum and eating peanuts. And, Barbossa finds himself glad that Jack's actually eating something, even if it's just peanuts with a bottle of rum.
"Glad to see yer eatin' somethin', Sparrow." Barbossa says, as he gets out of bed slowly, and puts his clothes back on.
"Well, I work up an appetite after sex and sleep." Jack says around a mouthful of peanuts and rum.
An appetite involving only peanuts and rum? At least it's something. Though it's not like they've got much selection in here to begin with. They need to restock their food supply.
"Aye." Barbossa nods, walking over and grabbing an apple out of the bowl.
Jack watches as Barbossa takes a bite of his apple. Though, he doesn't let his eyes linger for very long, not when he can feel the onset of his next flare up coming along.
And fuck, why is he finding Barbossa attractive? He never used to, except for having the fleeting desire for the guy to bend him over and fuck him. And the guy's about the same age as his father, not that he really cares about that part.
"Gibbs came knockin' on the door not too long ago." Jack says, trying to make conversation. "We've made port in Tortuga, and he's sent Pintel and Ragetti off on a food and rum supply rum while the rest of the crew begin the repairs to the ship."
Barbossa nods. Glad to hear that. Though he finds himself hoping that it doesn't take too long to repair the ship so they don't need to spend too long in Tortuga.
He doesn't like the idea of any other alphas approaching the ship if they catch a whiff of Jack's scent. Especially if they're drunk.
Unfortunately since most of the crew are still injured and exhausted from the battle, it may take a bit longer than he'd like it to to fix the ship. Which means he's going to have to try and make Jack stay in the cabin. And that's much easier said than done.
"Good." He nods. "How you feeling?"
Jack shrugs. "Fine for now." He says. "Though I need some fresh air." He stands up, carrying the sack of peanuts and a bottle of rum. "Can we go sit outside for a bit?"
He makes a move to go towards the door of the cabin, but Barbossa grabs onto his arm.
"You can't do that, Jack." He shakes his head. "We're in Tortuga. Where there's likely going to be many drunk alphas. Some quite possibly worse than meself." He says. "And in case ye have forgotten, you're an unmated omega in heat."
He can't let Jack go outside out on deck when there's a chance that some drunk alpha may come along and try something on Jack. Not when the crew aren't in the best shape right now to defend their captain.
And as a matter of fact, he's not in the best shape himself right now. On any other day he'd be able to fend off any other alphas in this situation, but he's still sore from the battle.
"Hector, please." Jack whines. "I'll be fine. Me crew are out there, an' I'll have you with me in case anything happens."
"Jack, you and I both know the crew ain't in the best shape right now to defend ya if any drunk alphas catch even the tiniest whiff of your scent right now." Barbossa says. "I don't want to take any chances."
Why he cares so much right now, is beyond him. He's always had some admiration for Jack Sparrow, and to an extent had always cared about the younger man's well being. But it never was as much as he is right now.
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Alpha And Omega || Sparbossa ✔
FanfictionBarbossa has done well as an unmated alpha for many years, claiming he don't need no omega trailing along after him. When he was brought back from the dead by Tia Dalma, he had no desire or time to find an omega, there was more pressing matters to a...
