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[He's been staring and prodding at the terminal for the longest time, wanting to at least have a basic grasp of its function before fiddling too much with it, though as of right this moment, Barbossa will fully admit (privately) that he really doesn't understand it. Witchery, devilry, some sort of voodoo...He's not entirely sure, and really, given the circumstances, he doesn't really care. What matters is that he's pretty sure it's for communication. And communicate he will.

There are far more important things afoot, thanks to the letter he's tucked haphazardly into the sash around his waist, because in it, the worst is delivered. He cares not for the world, but his ship...That's enough to make his blood boil.

But none of that shows on his face - for now. He's already raged privately, before deciding it is, plainly and simply, false. Instead, he looks more than a little amused at the circumstances, as he taps thoughtfully at the screen with one long, black nail.]

So, it do seem me home managed to get itself blown apart like a dinghy hit with chain shot. Funny, that. [He doesn't believe a word of it, and it's evident in his tone, and the quirk of his mouth.] Ye'd figure there'd be a tad more warning. Trumpets. Horsemen. Jack Sparrow running away from the scene of the crime. Alas, can't say as I remember a speck of any of that.

So what be the truth of it, aye? Did our saviors rapture us from our dying homes, convinced of our purity and contriteness? Be we the lambs before the slaughter? [Hilarious.] Nay, there be more to it than that. And since it seems ye have me at a disadvantage, I'd be thankful for some...Insight.

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Ha. Ha. Really, you're a laugh riot.

Nay, lad, only truthful. Me crew would think I'd been cracking Jenny's tea cup. Ye simply don't hear names as such outside of a punch house.

Look, I've been hearing that and similar things about my name for about twenty-eight years now, so excuse me if I'm less than eager to take the bait and throw a punch or something equally stupid.

There's really not much I can say. [Shrug.] It's my real name and that's all there is to it.

Wouldn't exactly recommend it, anyway, lad. I'm not exactly in the mood to be forgiving and merciful. [Obviously.]

Lucky me. But then again, if I went around punching everyone that crossed me in the slightest, I'd have two broken hands. And probably be dead.

Aye, but from what I hear, ye don't stay that way. Don't like broken toys, do these...[What had they been called?] Administrators.

That does seem to be the case, from what I've been told. I'm certainly not about to confirm it firsthand.

[Smart!]

I do wonder if they'd be so kind as to next time bring me back proper with both me legs. If they actually...Do bring ye back. [It's contemplatively said, but he's not remotely serious, as his expression gives away.]

[Dammit man I'm a researcher, not a dumbass! Serious or not, Waver would at least humor him.]

As impossible as it is, it was a reliable enough source that informed me. Still, I'm likely to reserve any conclusions on the matter until I see it done firsthand. ...Unfortunately, I understand death is something of a common matter here.

Aye? Well, that just makes it all the cheerier, lad. They break their toys and then fix them. I suppose we should be...Grateful.

[Seriously, he's been here like an hour and he's already ready to take on these people.] But it do seem most of those I've had the pleasure. [A grimace.] Be afraid of offering anything in the way of solid, so great be their fear.

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