[As she explained his predicament, Barbossa followed her gaze wherever it went around them, until it landed on the book that he had in his hands. If this was a cage, it was the most sophisticated and queer one he had remembered being in. All of this was synonymous to being marooned on an island somewhere, except that this time he wasn't given a pistol with a single shot. Who knows whether he would actually need it.]

Livin' in peace here can be a difficult task with these captors of ours loomin' over this cage. Oh, no, it rather smells like war to me, lass.

[The old pirate captain's eyes widened a bit upon the sight of what could only be described as magic unfolding right in front of him, the sudden appearance of the chainsaw taking him aback. It wasn't quite like anything he had ever seen, but he already had a hunch that it was a kind of weapon.

Its presence there made him instinctively grip his journal tighter, a moment passing until he replied.]

Aye...I can't say I'm a stranger to such oddities. Ye see, I've went through things worse than death, and then death itself. Neither of those, I reckon, can be explained rationally or even believed by most folk of me world.