Captain Elizabeth Turner (
try_corsets) wrote2007-08-20 08:11 pm
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Things hadn't gone well with Will.
Elizabeth hurries up the stairs and over to the port rail, taking deep breaths of the hot air.
One of the crew walks by and catches her eye, but she quickly looks away again, unsure of her reception now that Jack has revealed the truth to all.
It's not unexpected. It's still unsettling, however.
Elizabeth hurries up the stairs and over to the port rail, taking deep breaths of the hot air.
One of the crew walks by and catches her eye, but she quickly looks away again, unsure of her reception now that Jack has revealed the truth to all.
It's not unexpected. It's still unsettling, however.
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"Ah, the brand of treason. Invisible, untouchable, but how it does sting, doesn't it, miss Swann...?"
For once, his tone is almost devoid of mockery. Almost. He can't help but find all this quite... Twistedly entertaining.
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Oddly enough, once the surprise passes, she's almost glad to see Barbossa.
"Death carries a far greater sting," she says. "Perhaps, in time, some of them will remember that."
Her usual attitude is conspicuously absent. There's just a quiet regret and acceptance.
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He speaks in the tone of someone who knows from experience.
"Jack is the only one of them who would know about the sting of death, and gratitude isn't one of the many qualities that adorn our good old Jack, is it...?"
The smirk is humourless as he glances aside towards the quarterdeck and Jack.
"You will have to learn to live with it, miss Swann"
And in time, if you're smart, you will even learn to use it. Men hate a traitor, but they fear him too. And fear is a most useful tool, miss Swann.
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It's odd, but Elizabeth doesn't feel much of anything when she looks at Jack. The frustration is gone, the guilt has lessened significantly, and while there's a faint fondness that will always be present, mostly she just feels... relief. She'd done what she came to do, and they might still be stuck in the Locker, but something loosens in her chest. It feels like letting go.
The regret she suffers has everything to do with Will.
"I'd rather live with it than not be alive at all," she remarks. Then, "What would you have done?"
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His tone is flat, his lips curled into a scowl. Jack's cowardice has always seemed distasteful to him. Barbossa may be a devious, double-dealing, sneaky bastard, but he has never been found lacking when courage was required.
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Elizabeth turns her head and gives a quick nod. He's already given her all the answer she needs, but curiosity remains.
"If that opportunity had passed. Our lots were thrown in together," she adds.
Not unlike now.
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"You did what you had to do, what had to be done. And believe me, you will find people tend to brand you all varieties of unkind names for that."
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"It was the only way."
A satisfied gleam in her eye, Elizabeth pushes off the rail, stands tall, and fully faces Barbossa.
"Like... pirate?"
She almost smiles, at that.
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He returns her gaze with an amused, sardonic little smirk.
"No, miss Swann. Like 'murderer', 'traitor', 'scum'..."
She wants to be a pirate, she better learn to live with the usually-attached stigmas.
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"I prefer pirate," she replies, lowering her lashes, smirking and moving to his other side. Once there, she leans back on her elbows. "It's much more dashing than murderer, and scum is simply... crass."
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He leans his fists on the board, looking over the expanse of the Locker's infinite seas.
"But then again, you seem to have some funny ideas about most anything."
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Instead, she hums a few bars under her breath.
"That," she counters, "depends on your perspective. For instance -- are we agreed that most matters pale to insignificance in the face of our current locational problem?"
She arches an eyebrow as if to say: See? It's not such a funny idea to think they should focus on finding a way out of the Locker.
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"We've already crossed a border what doesn't exist into a place what can't be reached, miss Swann. We've done the impossible once already in his little enterprise of ours, and they pale before one little obstacle."
He looks back over his shoulder, briefly, at the milling crewmen.
"They don't realize that maybe the exit from a situation what makes no sense can be found easier by having a man whose mind doesn't make no sense most of the time close at hand."
He doesn't need to look back at Jack, now, does he?
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"You may have a point... Captain Barbossa. And his mind seems to make even less sense than it did before," she notes, a calculating look in her eye, and pats the rail once as she turns away, walking slowly toward -- but not near -- Jack.
Solitude is still preferable to questions and accusations, but she'll be keeping a closer watch on the man they just rescued, searching for some sign that might steer them in the right direction.