back, and with a vengeance

I love you, the fingers on your left hand, and YOU.

hey. What are you doing with those fingers on your RIGHT HAND? Oh. Nevermind. Carry on. I am not left handed, EITHER.

*runs off giggling*

He tapped the table with the fingers of his left hand. Having blown off the fingers to his right with a misfiring gun, he recalled what it was like to tap his ten uncut nails together in thought. "And that," he said, "is why ye always keep yer pistol clean as a whistle. S'bad luck not to, as ye can see."

The painted whores that sat across from him tittered with forced delight, wondering when the old bastard would shut his mouth and show his purse. The mutated devil only smiled cheerfully and took another swig of his ale.

Perhaps in his younger days he may have been handsome. Those mutton chop sideburns of his may have suited a face with tighter jowels, and his broad chest and heavy arms may have once made him look like a muscle bound threat to a waffish woman or a drunken ruffian. But he was old now. Well, old as far as sea dog years go.

The pretty redhead on his left preened nonchalontly, and were it not for her missing front teeth, Gibbs thought he would like to have her most.

Setting his mug down, he continued his tall tales. "Have I told ye ladies that I once sailed with the infamous Jack Sparrow?"

Frustrated, the harlots rolled their eyes. Too many stories and not enough coin in their pockets. Two of the, stood up and walked away from the table, hoping they could find more desperate company with smaller mouths. And left alone with the redhead, Gibbs sighed dissapointedly and looked down at the bottom of his cup.

"I would like to hear of this Jack Sparrow," the redhead said softly, putting a delicate hand on his arm.

"Would ye now?"

The redhead beamed a gape toothed smile and Gibbs thought she looked surprisingly beautiful.

"Well then. Jack Sparrow was the luckiest sea sog I ever did meet. He had wild black hair and dark rims around his eyes, and was quick as a fox in the mind. He..."



Hope it didn't suck. ;P

I LOVE IT!!! I have to pimp this to linaelyn as she loves her some Gibbs.

An excellent fix to the Bad Line!

Thanks! Lin's seen it though. But I appreciate your desire to pimp. :D

James was a patient man. He could wait all night if need be. He tapped the table with the fingers of his left hand. His right hand was rather busy at the moment. He finally had Jack Sparrow right where he wanted him. By the balls. Quite literally. He rolled them again between his fingers. Sparrow strained against the manacles holding him chained to the wall. Not away from the Commodore, but towards him, trying to push himself harder into that talented right hand. James moved back again and resumed tapping. After a long moment, the pirate broke.

"All right! I won't steal any more of your pretty boats ever again. Now please bugger me?"

James smiled and moved his left hand from the table to the pirate's arse and started preparing him for the requested act of sodomy. He licked his lips.

I am heartily sorry for the above. James got to the keyboard and hit send before i could stop him...

BWAHAHAHAHA!! Perfect. Of course James would have a suitable use for both of his hands.

-giggle- LOVE. IT.!

Okay, this is your fault, and it's also Dove's fault.

Bo'sun always enjoyed a good session of "information extraction", as Captain Barbossa liked to call it. Reaching beneath the table, Bo'sun lifted out a small strongbox, made of thick ironwood planking and wrapped in metal bands.

He jangled the keys at his waist, inserted one in the enormous padlock on the strongbox, and flashed his teeth at his victim. The Spaniard before him looked strong and hostile. It would probably take him a long time to break.

Bo'sun turned the hasp in the lock, and lifted the lid. The stench of rotting human flesh filled the air.

The Spanish captive's eyes flew wide when he saw the contents of the box.

Hands.

Human hands, severed at the wrist. Dozens of them. Nearly all of them right hands, but on the very top, a single left hand, adorned with jeweled rings.

Bo'sun drew out the one on top, and said, "This one is my favorite. It's my only left hand of all the hands I've taken over the years. I like to bring it out and make it dance." He tapped the table with the fingers of his left hand. "Dance, pretty hand. Dance!"

"Madre de Dios!" exclaimed the Spaniard, "I will tell you! I will tell you!"

"I know you will." Bo'sun smiled indulgently. "But I want you to put it in writing." He gestured towards the paper and inkwell at the right.

"Whatever you like. I will do as you ask..." The Spaniard reached for the fluttering quill, grabbing it in his left hand and beginning to draw the locations of the various troop and ship placements guarding San Juan.

He didn't see the glitter in Bo'sun's eye. Another left hand...

OH NOES!! The disembodied left hand!! *is frightened of Bo'sun*

This is fabulous!! Also, you should take a look at some Gibbs goodness from sinister_beauty above...

I'd suggest A. Skywalker. Left hand would be significant, because the right hand wouldn't tap so much as click-whir-ticktick.
Geek.