[Barbossa narrowed his eyes a bit, briefly analyzing the woman. She didn't have the look of a frequent of Tortuga's inns, that was for sure, and she was clearly no pirate... That gave him a hard time placing her, for if she was part of the Navy, she wouldn't be nearly as friendly to him.]

...Perhaps ye could tell me where exactly we are, miss Belle.

[He ran a hand through his beard while he kept his gaze on her, and then glanced at his obnoxious New Feather attire.]

And why I woke up with naught but this... pair of inadequate pants.