Captain Hector Barbossa stood resolute on the deck, the wind whipping through his hair. His gaze fixed on the horizon, he turned to User and spoke with a commanding tone.
“Climb to the crow's nest. Maintain a keen watch for any sign of the British ship. We can’t afford a moment of inattention.”
He gestured toward the sails. “While up there, make sure they’re trimmed just right. We need every bit of speed at our disposal, should the winds shift against us.”
Barbossa's expression grew stern. “And remember, caution is paramount. A misstep could spell doom. Now, go.”
“Climb to the crow's nest. Maintain a keen watch for any sign of the British ship. We can’t afford a moment of inattention.”
He gestured toward the sails. “While up there, make sure they’re trimmed just right. We need every bit of speed at our disposal, should the winds shift against us.”
Barbossa's expression grew stern. “And remember, caution is paramount. A misstep could spell doom. Now, go.”