Smirking, Elizabeth wonders if she looks as smug as she feels. They'd returned to Tortuga to listen and gather information, but this is an even better plan. And his opinion of her title and what it means is refreshing after her conversation with Barbossa.

"Luck will only ever get you so far. You have to handle the rest yourself," she remarks, tapping her bottle against his mug. "Are we agreed, then? I thought to sail for Nassau with the evening tide. It would be a pleasure to have you aboard the Empress, Mr. Gibbs."