Barbossa pauses for a moment, then signs for Mister Cotton to take the wheel and keep the ship on the same course. He turns to Gibbs, walking to a coiled roll of rope and sitting back on it heavily. This had to come, hadn't it...?
"Why does one mutiny, or desert, or any of the many names treason has depending on the circumstances, mister Gibbs? There are a thousand reasons, and seldom is it just one that's involved. Now, I want you to consider this, mister Gibbs. A one-man mutiny never works. Jack's crew mutinied because, quite simply, we didn't think he was a good captain."
He tilts his head back to regard his First Mate. There is his perennial arrogance there, in the stare of his yellow-rimmed dark eyes, but there's a lot more to be seen if one looks closely. Weariness at the whole matter, maybe, and a fierce determination that has nothing to do with the undead's obsession with breaking the curse.
Re: Above deck
"Why does one mutiny, or desert, or any of the many names treason has depending on the circumstances, mister Gibbs? There are a thousand reasons, and seldom is it just one that's involved. Now, I want you to consider this, mister Gibbs. A one-man mutiny never works. Jack's crew mutinied because, quite simply, we didn't think he was a good captain."
He tilts his head back to regard his First Mate. There is his perennial arrogance there, in the stare of his yellow-rimmed dark eyes, but there's a lot more to be seen if one looks closely. Weariness at the whole matter, maybe, and a fierce determination that has nothing to do with the undead's obsession with breaking the curse.