The meeting between Latonya and Lovehaste had been fun, at least from Barbossa's point of view.
Lovehaste had taken a small luggage full of things for 'the baby', and a few dresses for herself, and had tragically dressed in her horrible breeches and shirt. She'd clambered unsteadily onboard the boat (her appearance had given rise to groans from various members of the crew, and she turned on them a happy smile), holding a large pile of swaddling that slept and burped occasionally.
Latonya was already at the side, hand clamped to her mouth. Barbossa was standing beside her, reclining against the rail and asking her if she'd seen anything interesting in town. He was amused by the way Latonya would pleasantly attempt to answer but would be forced to break off as nausea hammered at her stomach and gullet. No matter how many times he tried the trick on her, Latonya always tried to respond.
Lovehaste had seen them standing together and had, of course, leapt to the wrong conclusion.
She'd marched over, nostrils flaring like twin sails, and turned the blackest look he'd ever seen on her face on the heaving Latonya.
"Who's this?" she demanded between gritted teeth of Barbossa.
He smiled winningly at her. "Miss Latonya Vaughn of Tortuga. My benefactress, I suppose yer might say." One of Lovehaste's eyes twitched. "Miss Vaughn, this is Lovehaste. My bane, I suppose yer might say."
Lovehaste had ignored him. "Captain Mariella Suzella Lovehaste (retired)," she said, somehow contriving to pronounce even her brackets coldly.
"I sank her ship, Mystic Waters, when first we met," Barbossa cheerfully informed Latonya.
Latonya had just enough control over her quivering digestive system to look round and give Lovehaste a disarming little grin. "'lo," she said, and launched into fish-feeding as the ship pulled out of the harbour.
Lovehaste wrinkled her nose. "Known each other long, captain?" she asked Barbossa, ice forming on her sentence.
"Quite some time," Barbossa said, shrugging. "She's one of the ladies of the night on Tortuga, so, yer see, I've seen a fair bit of her..." It wasn't telling a lie, as such. She was a woman of easy affection, and he had seen her naked. It wasn't Barbossa's fault if these two facts were not necessarily connected.
"I see!" Lovehaste burst out. "Well, that's- that's very interesting!" She chewed her lip, distressed.
"Aye?" Barbossa replied. "Fancy that."
Lovehaste had given him a look of very feminine venom (think viper with mascara on) and stalked off, the arms holding her baby trembling violently. The thing woke up and started to grizzle.
Barbossa grinned to himself. Maybe this was going to be enjoyable after all.
Maximo was roaring at the men for him. Time to see what Tia Dalma's got to say for herself, thought Barbossa, as the ship sped out into the open waters. He muttered to Maximo that he was going to have a nap, and to rouse him immediately if anything should happen.
Barbossa, during his captaincy of The Black Pearl, had not enjoyed sleeping in the Captain's Bed. It was smelly. It was itchy. It was abominable. He was delighted to find that the bed on board The Revenge, whilst not exactly clean and bug-free, at least had sheets that looked as though they had once been white and didn't have a mattress that actually went for bracing walks around the cabin. He hit it fully clothed and was asleep pretty much instantaneously.
He dreamed...