[Marco had the look of a pirate about him, but Barbossa still wouldn't have guessed that he was captain of anything.]
A captain, are ye now? Well, forgive me if I'm disinclined to believe ye right away, boy, for I have not heard of a Moby Dick. A sloop, was it? A merchant vessel?
[Barbossa had to narrow his eyes a bit at the mention of a barcode, and then he narrowed them even more when he learned that there was apparently a tattoo of it on the back of his neck. He couldn't quite see it, but he only turned his head around a bit for so long, wanting to keep his eyes on Marco for as long as he could.]
These Malnosso folk - are they the same... dimwits who put this pair of wings on me back, as well? [Feather ones, at that. He would've preferred skeletal or bat wings if he had the choice.]
[A lot of things didn't make much sense. Being taken here for no apparent reason, having these wings strapped on his back, having that barcode on his neck...]
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A captain, are ye now? Well, forgive me if I'm disinclined to believe ye right away, boy, for I have not heard of a Moby Dick. A sloop, was it? A merchant vessel?
[Barbossa had to narrow his eyes a bit at the mention of a barcode, and then he narrowed them even more when he learned that there was apparently a tattoo of it on the back of his neck. He couldn't quite see it, but he only turned his head around a bit for so long, wanting to keep his eyes on Marco for as long as he could.]
These Malnosso folk - are they the same... dimwits who put this pair of wings on me back, as well? [Feather ones, at that. He would've preferred skeletal or bat wings if he had the choice.]
[A lot of things didn't make much sense. Being taken here for no apparent reason, having these wings strapped on his back, having that barcode on his neck...]