[Barbossa somehow wasn't exactly thrilled to be informed that he was a... New Feather, apparently. Surely that involved the bloody wings that suddenly sprouted on his back out of nowhere.

He would ask more questions, but he was not one to decline a free drink when offered one, called a rookie or not.]

Tell me that whatever this... Luceti is, that it still has rum.

[He certainly needed it, if not for anything than to calm himself down a little.]

If it does, if ye'll be so kind, bring me a bottle, miss.