There's a skill and art to being a pirate, and an even bigger skill and art to being Pirate Lord of Singapore. No small part of that has to do with lying very well and knowing when others are lying... badly. When he sees the flicker of recognition on the girl's face, he knows exactly what's going on.
And since a pirate is never unprepared and that rule holds doubly so for a lord among pirates, he draws out a metal stake from a hidden pocket -- one of many -- and holds it to Turner's throat.
"Then I guess he has no further need for it." Stabbing one in the neck is so effective, if not the quickest way to kill. And that draws an expected gasp from the female with Barbossa, from Elizabeth Swann. Turning to her, he smiles -- not pleasantly -- and puts the weapon away. "You come into my city, and you betray my hospitality."
Barbossa makes noises about how wrong he is with his Sao Feng, I assure you, I had no idea... but he is never wrong on this kind of assessment. At an invisible signal, the guards stand tall.
"That he would get caught!" There is mockery there, well-intended: it takes a thief to know a thief. "You intend to attempt a voyage to Davy Jones' locker. But I cannot help but wonder why."
The movement is automatic when Barbossa throws something to him through the air. He catches it, long fingernails clearing one another in a practiced move: a piece of eight. He blows on it, holds it to his ear, and listens.
It rings.
Barbossa explains, as if it's necessary. "The song has been sung. The time is upon us. We must convene the Brethren Court. As one of the nine pirate lords, you must honour the call."
This bears consideration. "More steam." His orders are always obeyed, and obeyed immediately. When his woman pulls the signal cord and no steam issues, he grows annoyed: what good are servants if they do not serve? "More steam!"
That's better.
"There is a price on all our heads. It is true. It seems the only way a pirate can turn a profit any more is by betraying other pirates." He turns to Will, not kindly: he hates a thief who almost gets away with it.
Again, Barbossa continues with his pleasantries masking demands. "It be time to put our differences aside. The first Brethren Court gave us rule over the seas. Now that rule is being challenged by Lord Cutler Beckett."
If there's one thing he despises more than a bad pirate, it's Beckett and his men. "Against the East India Trading Company, what value is the Brethren Court? What can any of us do?"
And then, finally, Elizabeth talks. "You can fight!"
This is interesting: she has unexpected fire in her eyes and that, in a woman, signals unexpected passion. It's what helps her break free of his man and struggle forward to face him as few women have dared face the Pirate Lord of Singapore.
"Get off me! You are Sao Feng, the pirate lord of Singapore. You command in an age of piracy where... where bold captains sail free waters, where waves aren't measured in feet... and those who have passed the test become legend. Would you have that era come to end on your watch? The most notorious pirates from around the world are uniting against our enemy and yet you sit here cowering in your bathwater?"
Stepping forward, shaking off his own women, he eyes her up and down and back up again with great deliberation and no small amount of appreciation. He's used to taking exactly what he wants: few dare argue. "Elizabeth Swann." Her name rolls off his tongue as if there were suddenly flowers in the room. "There is more to you than meets the eye, isn't there? And the eye does not go wanting. But I cannot but notice you have failed to answer my question. What is it you seek in Davy Jones' Locker?"
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Date: 2007-09-03 04:11 pm (UTC)There's a skill and art to being a pirate, and an even bigger skill and art to being Pirate Lord of Singapore. No small part of that has to do with lying very well and knowing when others are lying... badly. When he sees the flicker of recognition on the girl's face, he knows exactly what's going on.
And since a pirate is never unprepared and that rule holds doubly so for a lord among pirates, he draws out a metal stake from a hidden pocket -- one of many -- and holds it to Turner's throat.
"Then I guess he has no further need for it." Stabbing one in the neck is so effective, if not the quickest way to kill. And that draws an expected gasp from the female with Barbossa, from Elizabeth Swann. Turning to her, he smiles -- not pleasantly -- and puts the weapon away. "You come into my city, and you betray my hospitality."
Barbossa makes noises about how wrong he is with his Sao Feng, I assure you, I had no idea... but he is never wrong on this kind of assessment. At an invisible signal, the guards stand tall.
"That he would get caught!" There is mockery there, well-intended: it takes a thief to know a thief. "You intend to attempt a voyage to Davy Jones' locker. But I cannot help but wonder why."
The movement is automatic when Barbossa throws something to him through the air. He catches it, long fingernails clearing one another in a practiced move: a piece of eight. He blows on it, holds it to his ear, and listens.
It rings.
Barbossa explains, as if it's necessary. "The song has been sung. The time is upon us. We must convene the Brethren Court. As one of the nine pirate lords, you must honour the call."
This bears consideration. "More steam." His orders are always obeyed, and obeyed immediately. When his woman pulls the signal cord and no steam issues, he grows annoyed: what good are servants if they do not serve? "More steam!"
That's better.
"There is a price on all our heads. It is true. It seems the only way a pirate can turn a profit any more is by betraying other pirates." He turns to Will, not kindly: he hates a thief who almost gets away with it.
Again, Barbossa continues with his pleasantries masking demands. "It be time to put our differences aside. The first Brethren Court gave us rule over the seas. Now that rule is being challenged by Lord Cutler Beckett."
If there's one thing he despises more than a bad pirate, it's Beckett and his men. "Against the East India Trading Company, what value is the Brethren Court? What can any of us do?"
And then, finally, Elizabeth talks. "You can fight!"
This is interesting: she has unexpected fire in her eyes and that, in a woman, signals unexpected passion. It's what helps her break free of his man and struggle forward to face him as few women have dared face the Pirate Lord of Singapore.
"Get off me! You are Sao Feng, the pirate lord of Singapore. You command in an age of piracy where... where bold captains sail free waters, where waves aren't measured in feet... and those who have passed the test become legend. Would you have that era come to end on your watch? The most notorious pirates from around the world are uniting against our enemy and yet you sit here cowering in your bathwater?"
Stepping forward, shaking off his own women, he eyes her up and down and back up again with great deliberation and no small amount of appreciation. He's used to taking exactly what he wants: few dare argue. "Elizabeth Swann." Her name rolls off his tongue as if there were suddenly flowers in the room. "There is more to you than meets the eye, isn't there? And the eye does not go wanting. But I cannot but notice you have failed to answer my question. What is it you seek in Davy Jones' Locker?"