Joeseph Barbossa's Story

"Hmm? Oh, hey, Barbossa. Serna thinks that there is some Treasure or something. I'll just wait for her to give me the map so i can see if it's true or false or whatever." Bartholomew grunted, "And besides, i'd prefer it if you called me either Bartholomew or Jolly Roger. Even Jolly or Roger would suffice. Or i'll start calling you Joe, Joey, Joesephine - Oh, that's a good one." He continued, leaning against the side of the boat.

"Most people think that when i refer to myself as Roger, it's just my name. Heheh." Bartholomew laughed, "It's more of a title, really."

He knew Joeseph and he were just having banter, but people always seemed to listen in, like they were genuinely interested when he spoke of Jolly Roger. Ah, Bartholomew thought to himself, I do miss Grandpa. I loved his tales of his life as a Pirate. Maybe i could live up to the title of Jolly Roger...

Bartholomew watched Serna come onto the boat. He stood up, and started to call out to the crew. "Hey! Boys! Get back to work! Captains orders!" He yelled, smiling at Serna. He followed her and tapped her on the shoulder. "Captain, not hiding the map again are we?" He laughed, grinning at her now. "Come on, don't hide it. You can trust the Jolly Roger, right?"

Serna looked at Joe and walked towards him. ''And who might this old-sea dog be?'' she questioned, looking at the man. She narrowed her eyes, not sure wether to trust him now.

''Wait.. I know you. You're the one I saw in Tortuga, when I was walking to my ship with the map.'' She looked at him and a smile played across her lips. ''Welcome aboard of the Black Pearl.'' She looked at Joe and then at the sea. ''Right, Port Royal, we'll be there in a few days. Stay on the ship when we're there, I need to handle something for my father.'' She sighed and took a sip of her rum. She couldn't live without the rum.

''Let him be at the wheel for a while Joe. See if we can trust him.'' She layd her hand on his shoulder and whispered, ''Keep an eye on 'em will ya?'' She looked at him seriously and then at Gangplank. ''You can be at the wheel, for a while.''

''Should be fine.'' Serna nodded at Joe and turned around, taking a sip from her drink. Though she barely knew her father, she had heard a lot about him and that she was almost exact like him. She sighed, wondering what they meant with looking like him.