Commodore Lyon listens attentively as she speaks. One corner of his mouth twitches when she mentions Jack Sparrow, but that is his only visible reaction until she finishes speaking...when, at her question and statement, he lets out a low huff of breath.

'Nothing quite so theatrical as that.' He gives Elizabeth a formal little bow, as if newly introducing himself to her. 'I am merely an officer of the East India Company, who also happens to be the first and oldest of a race of immortals -- Old Ones, as we call ourselves. And in that capacity, I have very definite interest in ensuring that the future as I know it will come to pass.'

He takes a few steps towards her, and as he comes closer to the candlelight the bright glitter in his gaze seems to have an ancient and yet somehow ageless radiance. Cold and judgmental, perhaps, but it is clear enough that Elizabeth Turner has not been found wanting.

'There is a good deal more to it, of course,' he adds as he holds out her husband's official pardon, 'but you are no doubt pressed for time.'