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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.