[A rude talking dragon sure beat a hostile one that would set one's ship ablaze with just a single breath. That didn't mean Barbossa was fond of Draco just yet, though he still smirked in his direction,, easing up a bit.]

Ye'll have to forgive me ignorance, but I've only heard tales of dragons before, and none involved... exchangin' words with one, exactly.

[Then nobody had met somebody the likes of Draco before, seemingly... Neither in fiction nor in reality. Unless, of course, they were immediately rid of their existence afterwards. Dead men tell no tales, after all. Which meant that he was still very much in danger.]

If by 'new' ye mean wakin' up in this blasted forest with nothin' but these pants on and all of me clothes gone, then aye. I be new.