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001 ☠ Video/Possible Action?

[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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Yes, I know that, too. The whole a body's body being built of parts of bodies.

Is there anything else.

[Rum. Rum is definitely the next order of business. Screw Jack, he can wait.]

Body's body is being parts of bodies...w-what??

[BARBOSSA THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR TONGUE TWISTERS]

Um...uh, there's over one hundred floors? And there's an elevator, too, do you know what that is?

[Because judging by your speech, there's a good chance you don't, dude.]

[And he's just...Narrowing his eyes at you, kid. Seriously? Seriously?]

Aye, I do know what they be. Y'can't move things fast enough from one side o' the port warehouse to the other without some kind of help, now can ye. Amazing, that a man should know what is common knowledge.

Oh, well, um...[what to say what to say what to say] I'm sorry, it just sounds like you're from a really old time period, and I just assumed, and...

[A slight whimper, as if he's realized just how much of a hole he's dug himself into.]

I mean...I'm curious, what year is it, where you come from?

And the elevators of which ye speak have been about since the 1500s, lad, two hundred and some odd years before me own.

[It's time for another episode of History: Lessons with Barbossa.]

O-oh. Um. Wow, I though they were, like, recent inventions, not that old.

[IT'S NOT HIS FAULT HE WAS AT THE BOTTOM OF A LAKE WHEN THE 1500S HAPPENED I mean sheesh you miss so much history like that.]

But 1500s? No wonder you talk like that...and look like that too, now that I think about it. You're a pirate?

[You haven't dug your grave deep enough, kid, keep shoveling.]

Talk like what, exactly. Meself? Dress like meself? [Don't even get him started on you, kid. You kids today with your dumb haircuts and your dumb clothes.]

Really, now what did give it away.

[Y-yes sir.

]

Well, you talk like...with really superfluous language. I mean, we don't speak like that, in the twenty-first century. And we dress a whole lot simply, too.

There's a lot of words relating to the sea in your speech too...so, it was really a lucky guess on my part.

[whether that last part is supposed to be sarcastic or not is impossible to tell ~~SPOILERS IT IS~~]

[Kind of amazed the world lasted that long, okay. Though not sure if to believe. Hang on, this place is making him want a tinfoil hat.]

I say what I mean to say. [But...May not always say what he means. Whatever.]

Clearly ye be a progressive thinker among your kind, lad.

I wish more people would say what they mean to say nowadays...it would be easier to know what they're really thinking.

[A bitter laugh.] I wish. I'm not that smart, might as well admit it now.

[Sarcasm is apparently a lost art. Pity.]

No, I'd never believe that.

[It's more of a secret weapon nowadays, get with the times, old man.]

[But an awkward silence from his side at that, before:]

Anyways, um...enough about my smartness and the lack of it and whatever. Being a pirate...what's that like?

[Oh, hay, loophole. I'll just be...Using you.]

Better question would be...What do you think it's like.

Swashbuckling adventures, trying to find treasures, finding lost worlds...I mean, the stuff in the books has always been my image of them.

Then, of course, are the ones in Somalia who aren't at all cool or anything. They just steal people and stuff. But those are real-life pirates...literary ones have always been my favorite.

[RUDE, implying he's not a real-life pirate. Please note, the entire time you've been talking, Barbossa's been rolling his eyes. Because seriously, this is the most ridiculous thing.

But at the same time he's incredibly amused, and just sits there a moment, resting his chin in his hand.]

Adorable. Aye, what every lad believes when he signs on account. So that's what ye think it be all about. Aye, there be a bit of it. But mostly it be...[A beat.] Stealing stuff. Never did like giving quarter.

[YOU'RE NOT A REAL BOY, BARBOSSA. but if he notices the eye-rolling, Sam doesn't say anything to it. He just gives a shrug.]

Stealing stuff? That...that doesn't sound too bad. I mean, unless you were stealing stuff because you needed it. I never approved of stealing stuff just because you could.

[guess who is pretending he's never really done anything like stealing and he was actually a professional thief once upon a time guess]

[Oooh, oooh, Barbossa knows!]

Ye don't become a pirate to stay skint broke.

Yeah, but...a thief does the same thing on land, I guess. Does one become a pirate because of the traveling, too?

Nay, because there be no honor among thieves. No honor amongst pirates, either, for the most part, but at least we have...Guidelines. [And Jack Sparrows's illustrious father to enforce those guidelines, because he's hilariously terrifying.]

Oh?

[He seems intrigued by that.]

What sort of guidelines do you have that thieves don't have?

You're not a pirate, so it be of no concern to you. [Seriously, kid, it's nacho business.]

Awww...

[he actually looks sad about that.]

Well, um...what does it take to be a pirate, anyways?

[Why you so nosy, guy. :|]

Are ye a murderer, lad. Could ye give no quarter and sleep easy that night? Could ye knowingly take from those as might not have naught else?

[Because he wants to be. >:Ic]

[But his face falls at his description, and he shakes his head. Actually he could do all three of those things without problem (maybe not so much the first unless he had reason to), but why should he let this guy know?]

Oh...um. Oh dear, I-I don't think I could...

Aye, as I thought. And because of that, ye can never understand what it be like.

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