[And indeed, Barbossa was quite at a disadvantage here, without his hat and general attire that he was rather fond of, too. Embarrassment does not quite hit him, but there was no pleasure in standing in nothing but a pair of white cotton pants in front of James Norrington of all people either.

But it was also true that he did like Norrington's hat. Just not much as his own.]

I don't seek sympathy, lad. As a pirate captain, I have given up on expectin' any of that long ago. Ye should know that.

[There was really nobody who would sympathize - neither his own crew, who'd just assume command of his ship, and certainly not his enemies and the British Navy. And especially not James Norrington. He didn't seem to be impressed by his wooden leg, either - not that he expected him to. And Barbossa was okay with that.]

What I seek is me ship and me clothes, or a place that's anywhere but this blasted forest that I've spent at least a couple of hours wanderin' around. I'm somehow gettin' the feelin' that I won't find them, though.

[Indeed, it sounded like an ill wind blew upon him if he took Norrington's words to heart. Though he certainly wasn't a fellow that he'd immediately put his trust in.]

[OOC: Oh, I have - she roleplays a great Jack Sparrow. I've just started a tag with her in this thread, and I also roleplayed with Jack in the training wings. Also, I take it you usually edit your tags a lot. :P]