[Barbossa lightly scoffed as he kept his gaze on the book.] I think I should handle meself well enough, I'd like to think I'm... fairly adaptive given what I have had the pleasure of goin' through.

[He had been through so much already that he lost count of how many adventures he had that he hadn't planned on that he had already endured. Hopefully, this will be one of them and he would find himself back at his ship before long.]

Aye, that sounds like a relatively adequate sum-up of our conversation, actually. [He did furrow his brows in response to the last thing she listed, though.] I assume there is still a limit of some sort to "everything", otherwise I wouldn't mind gettin' me hands on a ship to sail out of 'ere as soon as possible.