[Barbossa slowly followed her, grinning a bit. Some things remained the same even here, apparently. Except for one thing.]

O-oh, from where I come from, miss, the rum always eventually runs out.

[Maybe it was a good thing it did. There actually were times when he actually needed his crew sober.]

Then I reckon I'm not the only one who has a... passion for it then, hmm?

[Perhaps finding fellow pirates here would not be an impossible task. After all, back home, the rest were more into something more... sophisticated.]