That it would, and Elizabeth, on the other hand, feels there something strangely right about it. After all, Gibbs was there at the beginning.

She purses her lips and takes a moment to respond.

"Opportunity. There's a shipping lane to the north." If she recalls correctly. "As I said, I mean to make a name for myself. The other pirate lords, particularly Mistress Ching, will see me as an easy target." She hesitates, an odd look in her eyes. "I'd prefer to continue preying upon those who deserve it, but that's not so easy to determine now that Beckett is dead, is it?"

Oddly enough, it's the worry that she will undoubtedly disappoint Commodore Merriman that's really holding her back.