[Barbossa gave a faint smile at Marco's comment, but the frown quickly returned as he thought about the fact that Jack Sparrow was indeed here in Luceti, his mind briefly processing it. The two men were clearly destined to clash time and time again wherever they found themselves to be, and whatever ship they happened to command at the time. And it didn't make him particularly happy. And one began to ponder as a result, who else could have come from Barbossa's world?]

Old Jack is certainly a hard man to predict at times, I'm inclined to say. I've found that ye can never really know what plan a man this crazy can come up with.

[The smile that had begun to pull at the old pirate's lips returned for a brief moment.]

Last time I saw him, though, he was in a rather curious predicament... His ship was trapped in a bottle, ye see, while I was busy sailin' away to Tortuga with me own. His fortunes haven't changed much.