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Captain Barbossa walked down the alley way that he knew of, it was a shorter rout to his beloved tavern of choice on Tortuga. He weaved through the barrage of drunken sailors and merchants. He had just turned a corner and nearly stumbled over a mans leg, a quick step and light movement put him out of harms way. Barbossa starred down at the man, then did a double take. There was something vaguely familiar about this man before him. He leaned down and stared hard, not wanting to believe his own eyes. Barbossa coughed and spit to the side when he caught a whiff of the mans odor. Glancing around he spied a bucket of water, with a quick movement he sent it flying at the drunkards face. “Be wakin’ up sais I!” He grumbled in a gravelly voice.

 Norrington sputtered and coughed when the water hit him. “Damn you! You Cur! I’ll take you right now!” He leapt to his feet and pulled out his knife. He paused and looked at the man who had w　oken him from his slumber. “Barbossa?”