[Ah, so that was what the curious man implied. Barbossa had been a witness to one of those kind of people as well, and that was no other than one of the heathen gods, Calypso herself. Powers like that certainly existed in his world - he had been struck with a terrible curse and later revived from the dead, after all - but they were not fully comprehensible to one such as him.

As long as these gods and powerful beings didn't actively oppose him and as long as he wasn't among the collateral damage of these 'catastrophic results', he was fine with the concept.]

Ye flatter me, Mr. Spock, but I'm afraid I be no god, and ye certainly won't see me doin' any magic. I'm naught but a simple pirate, a mortal like ye.

[He then shook his head a bit as he stopped searching for a bit and looked Spock's way with his brows lifted.]

And for how powerful ye say those folk may be, it seems to me as if they're still not good enough to put an end to those slippery Malnosso's schemes, hmm?

[With that said, the pirate captain went on to help the Vulcan's search for his possessions, noticing something really familiar out of the corner of his eye that caught his attention - an ostrich feather sticking out among the clothes on the shelf Spock was currently looking through.]

Ah! There be my hat.