August, 2003.
The Black Pearl.
"She asked for parlay, sir," said an apologetic pirate to Barbosa.
"You bloody fools, your instructions were simple. Get the gold, and kill everybody."
"But-she asked for parlay."
"Yes, I asked for parlay. And so they brought me to you," interrupted Elizabeth. "Now, what do you want?"
"I want a small piece of gold, it has a skull on crossbones on one side," Barbosa said bluntly. "It is of little value to yourself, and of great value to my crew and myself. Could you please hand it over?"
"You killed an entire village for a little piece of gold?!" snorted Elizabeth. "And it turns out that I don't even have it. Oh, you barm pot."
"Barm pot?" Barbosa asked.
"It means 'kook', sir," said another pirate.
"Oh. You called me a kook."
"Yes."
"Bloody b-"
"Sir, I protest! I am a lady. Ladies should not be called b-"
"Nor should they say it. Well, meet me for dinner. It's well past the dinner hour, of course, but meet me for dinner in a few minutes all the same," said Barbosa hurriedly. "If you don't like the dress your wearing now, my transvestite lieutenant will be glad to supply you with another."
"Oi, I dressed up like that on a dare, not because I'm-"
"Do shut up, you silly sod, you're giving me a migrane."
"Slaphead," muttered the transvestite lieutenant angrily.
Shawna was watching the procedings from atop a cannon with indifference. She knew where that piece of gold was, and she figured Elizabeth knew, as well. But why Elizabeth didn't say this was unknown to her.
A monkey appeared, seemingly from nowhere. It started chattering and pointing at her.
"Curious," remarked Elizabeth.
"That is my monkey, George," said Barbosa.
"Curious name, George."
"He is a little monkey," announced a random pirate.
"Barbosa, you don't have-" Shawna began, only to be interrupted by Barbosa's shout of:
"That's CAPTAIN Barbosa."
"Er, anyway, you don't have a pointed yellow hat."
"Why the devil should I need a pointed yellow hat?"
"Because you have a curious little monkey called George," Shawna said logically.
"What the hell?"
"Never mind," said a sullen Shawna. She turned to the audience. "Did you understand that?"
"No," said the audience.
"You are idiots."
"She asked for parlay, sir," said an apologetic pirate to Barbosa.
"You bloody fools, your instructions were simple. Get the gold, and kill everybody."
"But-she asked for parlay."
"Yes, I asked for parlay. And so they brought me to you," interrupted Elizabeth. "Now, what do you want?"
"I want a small piece of gold, it has a skull on crossbones on one side," Barbosa said bluntly. "It is of little value to yourself, and of great value to my crew and myself. Could you please hand it over?"
"You killed an entire village for a little piece of gold?!" snorted Elizabeth. "And it turns out that I don't even have it. Oh, you barm pot."
"Barm pot?" Barbosa asked.
"It means 'kook', sir," said another pirate.
"Oh. You called me a kook."
"Yes."
"Bloody b-"
"Sir, I protest! I am a lady. Ladies should not be called b-"
"Nor should they say it. Well, meet me for dinner. It's well past the dinner hour, of course, but meet me for dinner in a few minutes all the same," said Barbosa hurriedly. "If you don't like the dress your wearing now, my transvestite lieutenant will be glad to supply you with another."
"Oi, I dressed up like that on a dare, not because I'm-"
"Do shut up, you silly sod, you're giving me a migrane."
"Slaphead," muttered the transvestite lieutenant angrily.
Shawna was watching the procedings from atop a cannon with indifference. She knew where that piece of gold was, and she figured Elizabeth knew, as well. But why Elizabeth didn't say this was unknown to her.
A monkey appeared, seemingly from nowhere. It started chattering and pointing at her.
"Curious," remarked Elizabeth.
"That is my monkey, George," said Barbosa.
"Curious name, George."
"He is a little monkey," announced a random pirate.
"Barbosa, you don't have-" Shawna began, only to be interrupted by Barbosa's shout of:
"That's CAPTAIN Barbosa."
"Er, anyway, you don't have a pointed yellow hat."
"Why the devil should I need a pointed yellow hat?"
"Because you have a curious little monkey called George," Shawna said logically.
"What the hell?"
"Never mind," said a sullen Shawna. She turned to the audience. "Did you understand that?"
"No," said the audience.
"You are idiots."