I'm sorry-- [Harry considers him, the total pirate look, and while he's certainly seen weirder-looking blokes -- the ministry officials who failed at Muggle clothing spring to mind, kilts with wellies and men in floral housecoats -- he hasn't seen many that combine high piratical with menace and also a sense of confusion. And he's trying to be nice, and the pirate's clearly not a wizard, and when did Harry's life get so weird? Pirate-wizards. What the hell.] Do they not speak English at the... costume factory that you come from?
[The confusion's only going to get worse. At least wizards will have heard of certain aspects of Muggle life. He didn't know what a car was until one hit him, for instance. He's even more out-of-place in this world than any wizard is (English? What's that?), and his confusion is as likely to turn into hostility as anything.] It's not a costume.
Are you a medieval reenactor? [Harry'd heard of Renaissance faires, and he'd thought briefly about a stint playing a young Henry the Eighth in one, right after the war. Hermione'd talked him out of it. Probably for the best.] Or, like, a rock star?
[Damnit, Harry, how many rock stars are sailing around? And of the sailboating rock stars, how many of them are stressing out over whether their entourage is pulling their weight?]
Comments
... you don't really seem like the t-shirt type though.
[Damnit, Harry, how many rock stars are sailing around? And of the sailboating rock stars, how many of them are stressing out over whether their entourage is pulling their weight?]
Wait, are you a sailboat taxi captain?
... Are you always like this?