Aimless, silly and potential cross-dressing Barbossa. Wrote this out in less then ten minutes... And it most likely reflects. -winces- Oh well... Can I not have some fun with my beloved Barbossa?
"... Exactly why did yer go into dat dress shop?"

"Uhm, 's where ah left my coin..."

"A dress shop."

"Aye, Cap'n."

"A dress shop."

"A-aye, Cap'n."

"Whattin the bloody blazes did yer go into a bloody dress shop fer?"

"U-uh..."

"ANSWER ME!"

"Urk... A-ah wanta b-buy a d-dress..?"

"Is that a question mark after de sentence?"

"N-no, C-cap'n."

"...Yer a lad an' a pirate, laddie."

"Aye, Cap'n."

"Lads wear breeches, dey'm wear boots. DEY'M DONT WEAR DRESSES WITH FRILLY THINGIES!"

"A-ah, Cap'n... If ah mite say sumfink."

"..."

"I-if lads dunt w-wear d-d-d-dresses, then w-w-why does Cap'n has a dress in his cabin? A-an' m-m-make-up?"

"..."

"OW!"

"OFF TO THE DECKS! AN' MIND YA CLEAN DEM WELL!"

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"Ah tells ya before, dunt go to dat stoopid shop or make mention of de Cap'n's face paint, but ya won't listen..."

"Well, ah dint know the Cap'n would be so bloody angry! OW! CAREFUL!"

"Oh hell. Shut dat dere trap mouth of yers! Lucky itsa only a light bruise!"

"OW! YA DID DAT ON PURPOSE!"

"Eheh -. Ahem. Itsa not on purpose, you be imaginin' thingys,laddie."


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On a different note...

For a friend... He is NOT ugly. HE IS HANDSOME. HOT. WHATEVER.