[Barbossa took a couple of steps forward as he heard what the death god had to say, her words clearly catching the old man's attention, fascinating him. She was reminding him of Calypso in some ways, especially the seemingly intimate knowledge she had of his journey through death. Hopefully he would get to finding out more about her later...
He reached out with his hand to scratch his beard a little.]
It is unlike our kind, aye... however, from the looks of things, this be a rather special circumstance. I have had the misfortune of sharin' a ship myself before, ye see, and I'm sure these pirates ye speak of aren't too thrilled about doin' the same either.
[At least he hadn't liked it one bit, and he was definitely acquainted with the feeling already.]
Aye, lead the way, miss Sutcliffe. The faster I'm out of this forest, the better. [So that he would get to somewhere warmer, and perhaps find at least some of his lost possessions.]
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He reached out with his hand to scratch his beard a little.]
It is unlike our kind, aye... however, from the looks of things, this be a rather special circumstance. I have had the misfortune of sharin' a ship myself before, ye see, and I'm sure these pirates ye speak of aren't too thrilled about doin' the same either.
[At least he hadn't liked it one bit, and he was definitely acquainted with the feeling already.]
Aye, lead the way, miss Sutcliffe. The faster I'm out of this forest, the better. [So that he would get to somewhere warmer, and perhaps find at least some of his lost possessions.]