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Elizabeth paces back and forth in the foyer, her hands anxiously opening and closing her fan with a loud snap. Commodore Norrington is due to arrive at any minute. Earlier this morning, he had sent word requesting a visit, but hadn't provided any further detail. Wondering why he wishes to speak with her is slowly driving her mad. Governor Swann is at the fort, and Elizabeth intends to use her relative solitude to her advantage by pressing the good Commodore for details. Will has been suspiciously absent as of late, and she intends to find out why.