"Ay," she half laughs, half croons, good humor returning. Her dark eyes are full of snapping light and amusement. "They be pirates, hm? A pirate's history."

Details should not concern her--not those of these petty men and their petty wars. She resents the idea that they might; hates further the fact that they must. "Barbossa, he a persuasive man. Ye'll need his silver tongue to get you close to your desire."