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[pirate_gibbs]

Here's a face that hasn't been seen lately. But rest assured, Gibbs still knows how to find the Bar. He's just still wary of the place. Sometimes, though, after the seas are beset with gales that want to be hurricanes and require all hands to give it their all, a quick trip to someplace that isn't swaying from side to side is more than welcome

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[bushel_o_apples]

The voice is as grating as it has ever been, the highly amused tone not helping at all.

"Well if it isn't Joshamee Gibbs! Last time I saw you, you certainly were a picture of adorableness, Mister Gibbs."

The glint in Barbossa's eye is dangerous, not unlike that of a man looking for a fight.

[pirate_gibbs]

He's got one.

"Barbossa..." Gibbs leaps at the scallywag and throws an unbalanced right to Barbossa's chin.

[bushel_o_apples]

Barbossa could possibly dodge the badly-aimed punch, but that would probably defuse the situation, and he's in the mood for a fight, so he just half-turns his face to the side and takes the punch in the cheek rather than the jaw, stumbling backwards one pace.

"Ever the sore loser and ever in the losing side, aren't we, Gibbs?"

The grin is provocative, the cold gleam in Barbossa's dark eyes still as dangerous as before.

[pirate_gibbs]

"Thief....coward...Spaniard!" Another right hook, and a left jab. Gibbs is only going for the face. All the months of anger at the fate of the Pearl have been festering. And waiting for this.

[bushel_o_apples]

"Nay, it's no thieving to sail away with one's own ship, old mate..."

Barbossa dodges the right, blocking the left with his own right forearm, ducking slightly to throw a short punch to Gibbs' unprotected right side, just below the ribs. His voice is cold as he glares narrow-eyed at the Englishman.

"And don't you ever dare call me a coward, Gibbs. Unless you be willing to tread where I have."

[pirate_gibbs]

Gibbs gasps and hopes that his ribs aren't broken. They hurt something awful, though. He kicks at Barbossa's legs, pirates never being ones to fight fair.

"You...took the ship while we were unawares. You didn't have the decency...to face us man to man." In other words, a coward.

Never mind that it was Jack's ship, but there seems no point in arguing that.

Gathering his breath, he lets loose with a right jab to Barbossa's arm.

[bushel_o_apples]

"I forget you were not at that sandbar... You could ask Jack about that sometime. See what lie he comes up w..."

And then his foot is kicked out from underneath him just as he is stepping back and Barbossa starts to fall, hat flying off his head with a flutter of feathers. But the old bastard is quick and malevolent as a snake, and has been in more fights than any sane man has any right to survive, and so one gnarled hand shoots forwards to grab Gibbs' shirt and bring Barbossa's rival down with him.

They fall to the ground with a heavy thud, the Spaniard bowing his head forward to receive Gibbs' face with a hard forehead.

[pirate_gibbs]

The heaadbutt just barely misses breaking Gibbs' poor, oft-cracked nose. But the blow is in the right place to make Gibbs howl in pain, and let loose a series of curses rarely heard in his Disney-editedpart of the world. He can feel the blood rushing to the bridge of his nose and to his left eye.

He tries to get up but falls back to the floor.

[alorn_bear]

There's a PZANG! and a flash of blue light.

"NOBODY MOVE," snaps Belar, who wasn't there a minute ago.

[bushel_o_apples]

It's the first time Barbossa sees the local security team in action, but he kinda expected something spectacular. He raises his hands, an amused smirk across his lips.

"Not even to get the drunken oaf off me, Sir...?"

[pirate_gibbs]

"He's breaking the rules!" Gibbs ignores his own role, naturally. "He headbutted me! And I am not an oaf. I, unlike some, am true to the pirate code." He's also bleeding from a cut over his nose.

[alorn_bear]

"Won't be necessary," says Belar. With a brief, irritated gesture, he translocates Gibbs to a stool several feet away. "How many times do we have to tell you people? If you're going to fight, TAKE IT OUTSIDE."

[bushel_o_apples]

Barbossa stands with axaggerated difficulty, picking up his very impressive hat and dusting it off before replacing it on his head.

"My excuses, sir, but I could hardly take matters outside when my first warning of an impending fight was a punch to the face."

He tests the tender, swelling spot on his cheek with a cautious thumb, the other hand going to the small of his back as he straightens back up.

[pirate_gibbs]

"He had it coming." Gibbs lets the breath return to him, and dabs at his swelling face with the rather dirty kerchief he wears around his neck. "But I should have kept my head. He's not worth it." Not worth the wounds. Not worth angering another god - he doesn't need that at all. "He's not worth a dog biting his leg."

[alorn_bear]

"Either way, this is so profoundly not at all cool that I'm gonna have to take you two backstage for a little time-out," Belar says. "Infirmary staff'll see to your injuries, but honestly- fighting in the Bar? Not at all cool. Either of you sustain any serious injuries or permanent harm that you know of?"

[bushel_o_apples]

"No permanent harm received on my side, Sir... And I would be sorely disappointed if good old Mister Gibbs is to be permanently impaired by such a small scuffle as this. He is, after all, one tough old sailor."

Barbossa's whole mood seems to have improved after the fight. He even seems to be about to break into an honest smile. Bring out the marble to immortalize the moment, people.