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"Captain? Orders?"

“Why Master Ragetti it be a glorious day wit’ full wind in th’ sails.  There be nary a ship nor spit o’ land on th’ horizon. Th’ wheel be yers…which direction will ye go?” 

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An uncharacteristically drunk Barbossa staggered over to the bar where Jack was getting cozy with one of the serving girls on his lap.  He dropped himself onto the next bar stool, crowding against the wench, sloshing his glass of rum in the process.  The girl cried out in protest and quickly disengaged herself from Sparrow before flouncing away in disgust.  

Not bothered at all by the drama he had caused, Hector turned toward Jack, something clearly on his rum-soaked mind.

"Ye DO know," he paused, suddenly unsure what he was going to say. But then the memory returned and he swayed on the stool slightly before squinting his eyes at Sparrow, "tha' killin' a man...be far worse....than muni...muti...mutin...betrayin' a man?"

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Barbossa headed up the familiar path leading to Tortuga from the docks, land a little unsteady beneath his boots after having been at sea for months.  He caught sight of a young woman on the path ahead of him heading in the same direction as he.  A sense of familiarity washed over him as he watched her move. Something about her lines seem to be etched in his memory – but he was certain he had never met her before. 

Suddenly Jack the monkey leapt from his master's shoulder and scurried ahead to where she was, eager paws lightly plucking at the reticule that hung from her hand.  Barbossa whistled for the monkey to return but the creature ignored him – being too fascinated by the bright beads on the bag.