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[try_corsets]

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.

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[bushel-o-apples.livejournal.com]

"Dashing." He smirks and arches an eyebrow "You sure have some funny ideas about what a pirate's life is like, miss Swann."

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."

[try_corsets]

Elizabeth, making a concerted effort not to be defensive, bites back any number of responses about which pirates she's learned from and the experiences she's had.

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.

[bushel-o-apples.livejournal.com]

The perspective of being trapped forever in the Locker doesn't seem to upset Barbossa too much. Either he's more patient than the rest of the crew or he actually doesn't care... Which doesn't seem all too probable, does it? After coming all this way.

"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?

[try_corsets]

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.