Nodding, Elizabeth reaches for one of the smaller pistols and mimes clubbing someone over the head with the butt -- much more effective than the bottle she used on Norrington in Tortuga -- then slips it into the harness.
"Always remember grenades," she repeats, reaching behind her and looking over her shoulder to get a better idea of what she can carry. "I haven't thrown one before."
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"Always remember grenades," she repeats, reaching behind her and looking over her shoulder to get a better idea of what she can carry. "I haven't thrown one before."