No, he certainly doesn't. Elizabeth smiles slightly.

"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.