[Oh, no. Now, those sure weren't details he expected her to know. His eyes narrowed a bit as he looked at her suspiciously with his brows furrowed, leaving the bottle on the table and leaning backward a bit, folding his arms as he did.
How did she guess that about the wooden leg? She couldn't have this intimate knowledge unless she was actually a crew member of his... or if she knew someone who was.]
...Aye. That's correct.
[He had already drank the rum inside when he had gone to sleep before being taken to Luceti.]
How exactly do ye know that, though, I wonder, hmmm?
[Barbossa didn't recognize the woman from anywhere, so the information she had must have come from another source. Hmm...]
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How did she guess that about the wooden leg? She couldn't have this intimate knowledge unless she was actually a crew member of his... or if she knew someone who was.]
...Aye. That's correct.
[He had already drank the rum inside when he had gone to sleep before being taken to Luceti.]
How exactly do ye know that, though, I wonder, hmmm?
[Barbossa didn't recognize the woman from anywhere, so the information she had must have come from another source. Hmm...]