Epilogue
Barbossa burst into the newly redecorated throne room in Shipwreck City, "Jack, you addled poxy blaggard." He found two cutlasses directed at his throat from two sides instantly, so he came to a sudden halt, "how dare you drag me down her' from all the way from India?"
"Avast! Belay!" One of the guards said, only lowering the sword an inch, "punishment for talking to the king like that is keelhaul."
"King my arse that cowardly swab!"
He could hear Jack laughing, "let that sea dog through. It's good to hear a few insults, nobody dares around here you see."
"To the pits with you, what do you want cause sure as hell yer not givin me royal highness orders! Ye may get Calypso with a great grandson, ye may no get me!"
"Ehhhhh? Where's yer trust in your master and protector?" Jack teased, "I asked you her' to give you a present. Rum?"
"Present? Rum?" Barbossa waved the drink off.
"Mayhap a grog or a tea if ye no enough a pirate."
"I can splice the mainbrace better than ye all right, lill Jackie. Want to give it a try?"
"Eeeee! Aft. Apportion foremost Hector. Out the window! Use yer deadlights! What' there?"
"Yer ship, that's wha."
"Not me ship. Yer ship."
"The Pearl is docked at the entrance of the bay, a bit further away ye see, just in case," Barbossa smiled knowingly.
"Arg! You misconstrue! Cesars Theft. The present. It's yers. Keep the golden sails on, take the golden sails off, whatever. It's yers."
"Ye want the Pearl, aye?"
"Good price is it fe?"
"That it is Jack, that it is. Sold. But what is it ye need it fe Jack?"
"Ye think I can throne her'? We be live on it, Lizzie, Willum, the new babe."
"Ye know, yer the luckiest pirate e'er damn ye, Jack!"
The End.