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Oak floor boards creak beneath each step of a man wearing a hat.
"Mr. Gibbs!"
The man wearing the hat got the attention of a more rounded fellow wearing a scarf.
"Aye?"
Gibbs turned to face the man wearing a hat.
"Where did you put the rest of the fleet?"
The man in a hat waved his hands for emphasis, and perhaps a bit because he was drunk.
"I arranged the bottled fleet in yer cabin, cap'n."
This reply brought a smile to the man wearing a hat.
"Excellent! Now let's grab some rum and set sail."
"We don't have a crew, Jack."
Gibbs pointed out. Jack looked around,
"Why, have you misplaced them?"
He asked.
"No, ye told me you were finding a crew."
"I said no such thing."
Jack explained.
"If you had been listening, which is often not the case due to the fact you are either sleeping or drinking, or both, you would have known that i was too busy with something else to be bothered with finding a crew, as opposed to yourself who had nothing to do. I therefore implied it was your job to find a crew, after all, we are in Tortuga for that very purpose. And if you hadn't been doddling about on the Pearl which has just recently been brought out of that infernal glass bottle Blackbeard managed to pop it into, I would not be standing here having this conversation, and neither would you. Because, you would have rounded up a crew and gotten ready to set sail, leaving us all happy, and not a soul wondering why on earth we are still standing here, savvy?"
Mr. Gibbs was reeling from Jack's speech, but managed to spit out,
"Why don't we go look for a crew together then?"
"Obviously that is what we must do now, good thing you've started using your brain."
Jack replied, and with that, they walked off to find a crew of suitable sailors among the sea of deadbeats.
"Where gone have the days that I was left undisturbed?"
Barbossa tilted his hat up to see the person who had entered his quarters.
"Sir,"
The quartermaster began,
"We are all wondering where exactly we are going."
Barbossa looked at the quartermaster quizzically,
"Ar ya now?"
"Yes, and well- we are also wondering why we are going there..."
"Well, i'll tell ya where we're going, but it be not any of your business why we be going to said disclosed location."
The quartermaster nodded,
"So, where are we going?"
Barbossa stood up slowly.
He walked over to the quartermaster with a limp from his wooden leg.
"Make way for Tortuga!"
Barbossa yelled loud enough for everyone outside to hear.
Everyone got to work.
They were already headed toward Tortuga, but by adjusting course slightly, they would arrive faster.
"Be you satisfied with the ammount of information i've shared?"
Barbossa asked the quartermaster, getting very close to his face.
"Aye, sir."
The quartermaster avoided eye contact with the fierce Barbossa.
"Then get back to maintaining order, Mr. Norrington. I brought ya back from the land of the dead with other souls, and I can't very well expect to survive a fight with the dutchman if my crew is not in line."