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*eyebrow*

Means "no".

Yes, we've been over this, Captain.

What with your visage givin' off the idea of confusion, I could only think you must be in need of some clarification.

Was confused as to what you're saying "no" to, of course.

Ah, now, that'd be the question from you, wouldn't it, Miss Turner?

It just so happens I like to say "no" to those who aren't related to you or the Black Pearl.

Ah-a. Shall I inquire as to what you have been up to, Captain, as of late?

Ya can inquire all ya like, my business is my own.

Speakin' of that, haven't seen our Captain Jack Sparrow, have ya?

As you will then, Captain.

Oh, I have in fact. Married him. I think. Not sure how legally binding that is given his lack of ship to captain so his status was questionable at the time. *considers this*

Didja now? Ran off and made you an honest woman, did he?

Isn't that nice.

So you'll be understandin' when I tell you we'll be takin' you hostage until he gives me the bearings for that fountain of youth.

Or I made an honest man of him, though given the fact the pair of us come by our dishonesty honestly, I don't believe that says much at all.

*pistol out* Now, now, Captain. Play nicely. You and I both know Jack would rather have immortality than a pretty little Swan-bird.

I'm curious to know, once you've emptied that pistol of it's shot, how exactly are you plannin' on stoppin' me from takin' you? I've come back, with a lot less effort than gettin' your 'honest' Jack.

You think it'll be that hard again?

Well, I figure I'll empty this one into your leg, and then follow up with my sword; I've become quite good you see? And then when that fails I'll empty the shot from the pistol in my boot and if that doesn't work? Why, I'll say "Parlay".

Now. I suggest you find another means to lure Jack out.

Quite good won't be enough, Miss---oh, I beg your pardon, Mrs. Sparrow. There's no swordsman that can match me, you ask your beloved Jack on that one.

And as for 'Parley', the hospitality on my ship was a good deal better the first time you used it, I don't imagine we'll retain that, even after diplomatic disputes are talked over.

Your acquiescence is no longer needed.

If ya not be lookin' for my permission, ma'am, then I'd request ya get off of my ship and stop askin' me questions.

We're Sisters Three, not titled Ma'am.

Yer need to request the acquisition of a pirate means you're not more than a bunch of louses in my hat. Move on.

Your Destiny is tied to Fate.

Which request might that be, Monsieur?

I'm afraid that's not one for you to know. Fashion in Paris, is it, the mask?

Ah, most enigmatic of you, Monsieur.

*stiffly* Not as such.

I do so love it when they put up a fight.

If it isn't the swine, talkin' as if he's got the world on a string. I've been in that swirlin' vortex, and I know which one of us will come out laughing.