[What was that supposed to mean? Whatever that remark was about, it was clearly condescending, and Barbossa's brows only furrowed even more confrontationally.]

Ye're talkin' to the captain of the Queen Anne's Revenge, Barbossa, boy.

[He furrowed his arms as he looked upwards in the other pirate's direction, turning back only slightly to make sure he wasn't being ambushed.]

Who are ye, anyway? Some... queer forest dweller? A hermit forsaken by his crew?

[Whoever he was, he better hope he wasn't the one who took Barbossa's clothes and other possessions, or there would be hell to pay.]

And who, pray tell, are the Malnosso, and why am I in... Luceti, ye say? [That was certainly no island that he knew of.]