[While not as lengthy, that particular explanation also went over Barbossa's head, though he should have expected as much. He couldn't help but be curious, and yet, he knew he could not really grasp how this unearthly space ship's technology really worked - at least, not now. What was confirmed for him, however, that cannon balls were indeed something apparently dated in the future.]
[As for becoming used to simulation's functions...] I would not be so sure, but this sneak peek ye gave me was surely quite fascinatin'. I have to admit ye have piqued my interest, Mr. Spock.
[Barbossa then sighed at the mention of a drink and turned away from the ship design to look directly at Spock, speaking with a certain enthusiasm.]
Ye certainly can. What drink does one such as yerself have in mind, though, I wonder?
[He had spend enough time in the Vulcan's company to find it difficult to place him in a tavern such as Tortuga's, or imagine him enjoying rum the way most folk back home did. Whatever Spock was thinking of was certainly something too sophisticated or fastidious... unless he remembered his earlier comment about the rum. He would be sure to remind him in the case that he didn't.]
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[As for becoming used to simulation's functions...] I would not be so sure, but this sneak peek ye gave me was surely quite fascinatin'. I have to admit ye have piqued my interest, Mr. Spock.
[Barbossa then sighed at the mention of a drink and turned away from the ship design to look directly at Spock, speaking with a certain enthusiasm.]
Ye certainly can. What drink does one such as yerself have in mind, though, I wonder?
[He had spend enough time in the Vulcan's company to find it difficult to place him in a tavern such as Tortuga's, or imagine him enjoying rum the way most folk back home did. Whatever Spock was thinking of was certainly something too sophisticated or fastidious... unless he remembered his earlier comment about the rum. He would be sure to remind him in the case that he didn't.]