[With the Malnosso's apparent generosity towards their captives, it would have been quite an insult not to supply them with rum of all things, the beverage all back home desired, so it was not surprising to hear that they had access to that as well. In response to Spock's comment, however, Barbossa could only shake his head as his eyes widened.]

Oh, don't mistake me in me desire for some rum - I know me limits. I don't seek a state of unconsciousness meself, especially not in here of all places. I just found me clothes, after all - I'd hate to lose them again, ye see.

[There was still a ways to go until Barbossa found himself putting his trust in Luceti's population of fellow prisoners, and that would include him meeting some more of them first.]

But what I could use is some calmin' down right about now, and I'm sure ye'd understand why. I happen to find that rum helps me in that aspect. [There was just so much for his mind to process today, it was ridiculous.]