Neither does Barbossa. Mind, he enjoys the plotting, the pitting his wits and twisted double-dealing skills against forces so vastly superior, but he would much rather be playing a slightly safer kind of game.

With Jack's gaze still focused on the dead beast and him apparently having accepted the situation, despite his deep dislike of it, Barbossa relaxes a bit, the calculating gaze returning as he finds a safe stereotype to close the conversation with.

"The world used to be a bigger place."

It's not like he believes as much, but to a wanderlust-stricken man like Jack, it'll probably ring true enough.