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[try_corsets]

It's cold.

Really and truly freezing.

Elizabeth sits on the stairs below deck, systematically wiggling each of her fingers and each of her toes, and thinking that perhaps the winter in Milliways hadn't been such a waste of time after all. She'd grown accustomed to, if not fond of, harsher weather than one finds in the Caribbean.

Of course, her hair had never developed frost, either.

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[try_corsets]

Elizabeth puts the long-barreled revolver in her hand, and peels back the dirty cloth.

"Mal's gun," she says quietly. "I took it from Tai Huang before we left Singapore."

[clumsy_auror]

A quick breath, and her eyes widen. Nymphadora checks to see how much ammunition there is, double-checks the safety, and then carefully tucks it into her belt, blousing her tunic out to cover it. Then she reaches out to tightly grasp Elizabeth's hand.

"Thank you."

[try_corsets]

It's not as good as being able to deliver the man himself, but Elizabeth hopes it will be a small comfort, and says: "He would want you to have it."

There are other pistols she can locate for herself. Squeezing 'Dora's hand, she returns to her former spot and gives a full body shiver.

"Firewood," she grumbles again.

[clumsy_auror]

Nymphadora silently blesses Elizabeth for not using the past tense, and squeezes her hand in return. "Why wait for the Pearl? I could have this whole place alight inside of a minute..."

[try_corsets]

Elizabeth firmly believes that Mal is still alive. And if he isn't... well, death isn't quite as final as she'd once assumed.

"Yes, but then we'd be left floating in ice water with nothing but charred driftwood," she points out, smiling slightly. "I'm not sure it's worth the temporary satisfaction."

Almost sure, at any rate.

She'll see how she feels in a few hours.

[clumsy_auror]

She hmms softly. "I've never been one for delayed gratification."

Then 'Dora sighs, wraps an arm around Elizabeth, and thinks fiercely of home.