Chapter Four: Sparrow and Barbossa
"Hello, then," Jack said, greeting Barbossa, who eyed him curiously.
"Well hello der. You'd be Jack? Well den, let us have a drink," Barbossa said, sitting down across from Jack.
"I'll leave the two of ya alone," Dalma said. "And Jack, I'll be seein' you soon, I believe."
Jack gave her a quizzical look then waved goodbye and returned to Barbossa. "Funny lass, that one," he said, feeling a little woozy from the rum.
"Ol' Dalma is a very powerful woman, Jack, don't wanna be messin' wit her lest you think you can handle it," Barbossa warned.
"I believe I can," Jack said in a bit edgier of a tone.
"I believe you can too, Jack," Barbossa said. "Dalma would not have suited me up with someone who could not handle things on their own."
"That's the beauty, now, isn't it?" Jack said, leering into Barbossa's eyes like a madman. "If one could handle things on their own, they wouldn't need a partner, but you see, I came looking for one, so there's really no reason for you to think that one such as I could handle oneself, being myself, be it a thing or another one to handle. Beauty, eh?"
Barbossa laughed. "You seem a bit lax on life, Jack."
"Well, one must be y'know," Jack said, slurring his words as usual.
"Dalma tells me ye have a vessel to sail with. And a flag we'll have to get."
"Black sails," Jack said with a gleam in his eye. "I want a ship with black sails. And rum! Lots of rum!"
Barbossa laughed again. "We'll get ye your rum," he said. "But Jack, are ye ready to sail the Caribbean against many other vigorous pirates?"
"I am the best pirate you will ever see," Jack said, sticking his chest out. "Wouldn't you aquiesce?"
"Aye, you do seem to be a man sharp on 'is feet," Barbossa agreed. "But you've got no mark."
"Bugger," Jack said, disappointed, "you're right. Shall we make one for me?"
"Aye," Barbossa said with a grin. "Let's get ye a right mark."
