"My ship," she corrects, a possessive glimmer in her eye. "And my crew. Those who remain, which is not an insignificant number."

Elizabeth lifts the bottle and holds it near her mouth.

"I've returned to Milliways and I have ample reason to continue doing so." She takes a drink to hide a helpless smile. "I saw Barbossa there. He told me he'd commandeered the Pearl. Poor Jack."

It's almost but not quite amused.

"And you have since parted ways... I wonder what fortune they seek this time."