"A crew -and- a ship, young mister Turner. The trip across the Pacific is both long and demanding, and we won't have the time or the manpower to spare for such things as trimming the hull or repairing the lines and sails. Once we arrive in Singapore, I have no doubt we will have to move quickly and that means getting a ship from Sao Feng. As to why he will lend us his help..."
Barbossa smiles, amused and haughty, but there's a fierce, smoldering gleam deep in his dark eyes as he leans forwards to rest his fingertips on the table, face turned up towards the assembled crew.
"A time is coming where a pirate will have to make a stand. The enemy we face, this Lord Cutler Beckett, is not like the ones we have faced before. Unlike the times when pirates have fought each other, this time we face an organized fleet, backed by the power and the wealth of a kingdom. Unlike the times we fought the navies of the world, this enemy owes loyalty to no one and nothing, and cares for no law, no Code, but the accumulation of power. This man shows no fear of the supernatural, regarding it as a mere tool..."
There is unmistakable spite and loathing in the tone with which he pronounces these words. Then he straightens back up, head tilted back to look around slowly.
"No pirate can face this threat alone, and no ship can have a hope of outmaneuvering the Flying Dutchman, but the Pearl. A Pirate Lord of the Brethren like Sao Feng will know that."
And this is where that smile of his, the one that looks like he knows the punchline to the joke that the Universe is trying to tell, widens into a satisfied little grin.
"And that, mister Turner, is the reason why Sao Feng will help us."
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Date: 2007-07-17 05:54 pm (UTC)Barbossa smiles, amused and haughty, but there's a fierce, smoldering gleam deep in his dark eyes as he leans forwards to rest his fingertips on the table, face turned up towards the assembled crew.
"A time is coming where a pirate will have to make a stand. The enemy we face, this Lord Cutler Beckett, is not like the ones we have faced before. Unlike the times when pirates have fought each other, this time we face an organized fleet, backed by the power and the wealth of a kingdom. Unlike the times we fought the navies of the world, this enemy owes loyalty to no one and nothing, and cares for no law, no Code, but the accumulation of power. This man shows no fear of the supernatural, regarding it as a mere tool..."
There is unmistakable spite and loathing in the tone with which he pronounces these words. Then he straightens back up, head tilted back to look around slowly.
"No pirate can face this threat alone, and no ship can have a hope of outmaneuvering the Flying Dutchman, but the Pearl. A Pirate Lord of the Brethren like Sao Feng will know that."
And this is where that smile of his, the one that looks like he knows the punchline to the joke that the Universe is trying to tell, widens into a satisfied little grin.
"And that, mister Turner, is the reason why Sao Feng will help us."