[Well. Hector Barbossa would've surely had at least some memory of the time he was forced out of his ship, stripped out of his clothes, and supposedly sailed off to a remote island and dumped in the middle of the forest.

Vile wizardry was involved, of that he was sure.]

Then one can only hope I got most of me things back here, or I won't be particularly merry.

Aye, I do, miss Long. I be the Captain of the Queen Anne's Revenge, Barbossa.

[He nodded his head slightly as he introduced himself to her.]

If these wretched folk ye mentioned were feelin' generous, they would've brought it here as well.

[Seeing as they made sure they took his hat and the rest of his attire, though, and left him with basically nothing, he was somehow skeptical that his ship was still here.]