(OOM: Somewhere on the shores of Cuba,
Barbossa finds himself some leverage after a few months of aimlessness. Which leads to...)
The door opens and the tall, dark and ominous figure of Captain Barbossa steps in, stopping right past the threshold to gaze around Milliways. No known faces in sight, which is good for him. He turns around and opens the door just a crack, checking the other side. Then, with a satisfied smirk, he heads towards the Bar with that slight limp which doesn't make his strides any the less impressive.
He places one hand lightly on the top of the Bar and produces a thin silver coin from one pocket of his coat.
"If you would be so kind, Lady Bar, to provide me with a bottle of Port and writing implements, I would be most thankful"
The writing, though, may wait. He's in a gloating mood, and gloating over a glass of wine is a pleasure he hasn't had in some time now.
(OOC: Back -again-. Hope it's for a decent amount of time. COme bother the evil old man, please)
(OOC 2, the Son of OOC: And at about midnight GMT, I need to grab some sleep. Slowtimes will be retaken tomorrow. Thanks!)