BARBOSSA
Look! Ever the night air holds promise. Fireflies dance, the Spanish moss sways. Dare I hope Nadirah may give me her hand?
NADIRAH
I see love in your eyes, shining bright. But of what value love? The world does not want for love, but adequate vessels in which to place it.
BARBOSSA
And I have found mine.
NADIRAH
But I mine?
BARBOSSA
Can you…

