EP Barbossa

[bushel_o_apples]

The door opens and Barbossa walks in at a slow, almost solemn pace, sword in one hand and a large, ornate wheel-lock pistol in the other. The sounds of men fighting and muffled cannon fire follow him through the door.

He pauses right after the threshold, stopping the door from closing behind him wth a booted foot, and his lips purse in a gesture

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[bushel_o_apples]

Barbossa is not a very musical man, but as the rock from which the melody seems to come stands near his way along the lake shore, he pays attention as he passes by.

[bushel_o_apples]

Barbossa stops and looks at the young man, lips curling into a faint smirk.

"Excuse me, do I know ye?"