Language barriers

[commodore_jln]

James is not well-versed in whatever particular language it is the Garifuna speak, but it is not at all difficult to determine what it is they want.  The Commodore as a prisoner, and whatever supplies the Dauntless was carrying.  Sooner rather than later, or the Commodore- as illustrated by a particularly eloquent gesture- would not be a prisoner

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[captjacksparrow]

Jack cracks an eye when the door to the hut opens. Sunlight pours in, horribly, unwelcomingly bright before a hunched figure blocks out the doorway. Day then, and not morning. Bollocks. This is the worst time to be conscious.

The hut is stifling hot. Really just -- it's warm. Sweaty. Beads of sweat pool around Jack's nose beneath his hat and he shuts his eye before any unpleasant stinging can occur.

So he has company, it seems. Another poor blighter trapped in the ways of a very angry chief. He has a nice daughter, though. At least Jack thinks that's his daughter. It could be one of his wives. That could be why Jack's in here instead of out there, with the wind.

Oh. Oh, right.

Company, though! Company is new and interesting. Jack rolls on his stomach to get a better look at the man but all he can see is the curve of a spine, some shoulders, and head. Off to a good start, then.

"Le soleil est plus mauvais de ce côté. Ces types ne sont pas gentils au sujet de nous maintenir frais dans l'eau,*" he says, deepening his voice to

[commodore_jln]

A voice, he is not expecting. Not at all. A little fission of unpleasant surprise skitters up his spine when a man he hadn't seen slumped in the corner speaks. He blinks. The man's speaking French, but his accent sounds slightly English around the edges, and he looks over, curious. He can't see much of him in the dim light- just a figure lying down on the far side of the hut, his head propped on his hands. A little furrow of a frown creases James's brow, but at the same time, it is certainly a relief to have company in this dismal cell. He doesn't know how long he's going to be here, after all

[captjacksparrow]

The man's French is good, solid but not native. Jack catches a glimpse of white skin in a stray ray of light. So his company is not an islander. Possibly a Frenchman but the accent is wrong. Too crisp, too stilted. That either means the man is English, Navy, or both

[commodore_jln]

The niggling edge of familiarity about the voice is getting stronger, and James does not like who it's reminding him of. But that rough undertone to the voice, the sudden language switch, the little waffling 'ermn'- they all bring to mind a certain particular someone. Someone whom James does not at all want to be stuck in a hut with for an interminable length of time