[It would have been so easy to set Barbossa to chasing wild and slippery geese. Norrington had considered pointing the pirate down a path that skirted the village, and even now he wondered whether he might not gesture into the forest and say 'straight ahead, lad, ten minutes that way and it'll be hot baths and bourbon for you matey.' The pin that belays him, in the end, is the rogue and incorrigible fool Jack Sparrow. The admiral has seen that man take such pains to better himself as he could never have believed if he had not witnessed them with his own two eyes. Futhermore, Norrington knows better than most that hanging Barbossa would not rid this world of him, and that imprisoning the rogue is hardly a viable option either. Not with the heroes running rampant in Luceti.

And that really only leaves reforming the man, now, doesn't it?]

Of for the love of--

It happens that I am on my way to the village just now myself, and I suppose I can hardly stop you hobbling along if you should choose to follow. You will find clothes and food, and there is a bar just waiting to be divested of its stores of rum.

[He begins walking away, with that, and it is clear by his gait that expects the pirate to make every effort to keep up. After four of five steps he adds,]

But whatever you should choose to do, I would warn you not to ask the barmaid for papaya - in any form at all.

[OOC: Usually? HAH. I laugh in the face of usually. Chuckle, that is. Or, I mean, I smile in its face. What I mean is that yes, I edit always. I'm known for it. I'm probably known among Luceti-folks as that guy who edits his tags. Sorry.]