Head Props Are People Too!

N/A: Yep, this is really from my head... just one day... I was re-watching Pirates Of The Carribean when I saw Jack cut off one of the feathers on Barbossa's hat... and BAM! I had an idea...

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Pirates Of The Carribean or anything in it, I do however own Lady Feather Clementine's personalty and her sister's personality Queen of Barbossa's hear, Edwina Feather Flesh...

Yep, here she is in the flesh... Lady Feather Clementine...And yes that is my real name, Captain Barbossa was actually the one who named me... I remember that day all too well...About 10 years ago he was adjusting his hat on his head then he reached up and stroked me and my sister... "Well...Angels' I think it's about time I name you..."

he named my sister Queen of his head, Edwina Feather Flesh... what can I say Barbossa was a fancy guy...despite what many believed... he was also sensitive, and a sort of perfectionist. Had you ever had the chance to meet him, you would know that too, just by his posture, the way he speaks and gestures...you could tell he was a bit proud of himself too.

That same day, Jack Sparrow was marooned... Now you're thinking 'What does Jack Sparrow have to do with a story about Lady Feather Clementine?' Well I'll tell you that he has a lot to do with me... Honestly I watched him being betrayed, all the lying and discreetness of the one's who wanted Jack off the ship... I thought he was a pretty good captain... but me just being a feather all I could do is sit back, and watch... full of sorrow and guilt.

Barbossa noticed that I was down... because I wasn't standing proud and tall on his head like I usually did. He asked me why I was so sad... all I could do is shed some... he picked me off his head and stroked me... and comforted me... told me that it was okay...

After a few weeks I'd forget about Jack... then some crew member would bring him up in some joke or say, "If ol' Jack Sparrow saw this he'd roll in his grave..." and then I would hang once more with guilt...

I think Barbossa might've noticed that it was Jack that was upsetting me.. If he did... he never mentioned it... soon it became months without hearing about Jack, then finally years... I finally was feeling a little better... except the fact that the crew had become cursed by the treasure of Cortez.

Barbossa had grown weary and depressed, the crew became restless... and would go days with out a single word... other then when they found another person who had a piece of the treasure... But most days the ship went along in silence.

I must say that mistaking Elizabeth Swann was the worst luck we'd ever had... She didn't even look like a Turner...

I'm pretty sure if we hadn't mistaken Elizabeth for a Turner then maybe, just maybe Jack Sparrow would've never killed Barbossa... I might've pitied Sparrow, felt a little guilty... but now... pure hatred for the man who has no heart... he also killed my sister... Queen of Barbossa's head, Edwina Feather Flesh... had died that day...

HE killed her in a state of hatred so pure... you couldn't have cut it with a saw! Now he has made me about the same... killed my father (Barbossa) and my sister...I've become so full of rage and hate I stick straight up on the hat that has been my home...

It was Norrington who picked up the hat off of Barbossa'a head... he stole from the dead that day... I now sit in his office with the carcass of my deceased sister... watching the man every so often look towards me and smile happily... I'm now a trophy for a bounty hunter who had another do the dead for him...I'm a token of the death of many...

Any time a person comments on the hat on the bookshelf he has in his office... he has a look of pure pride and his gleam lies... when he retells the story of my father (Barbossa) final breathe... but no, he has to change it to make him look good... my hate for that man... made upon thousands of lies that I have just witnessed... burns hotter then any other hate I have known... someday I will get my sweet, sweet vengeance... Maybe I'll drive him to the land of the crazed and let him taste what being betrayed really is.

Mel: So how'd you like it? Review to tell me what did ya think... I thank you for at least reading this... it makes me feel special... thank you.