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[try_corsets]

Singapore.

It's odd, Elizabeth thinks, how the name had once had a fairytale-like quality to it and had represented a place she was destined only to visit in books or the stories of officers who passed through Port Royal.

Singapore feels very real now, tangible and close enough that Elizabeth keeps a weather eye on the horizon, harboring hopes of at last seeing land.

Everyone on board is aware of how impatient she is to get on with things. A man -- or a woman -- would have to be blind to miss the way she's coiled tightly, dangerously, whether pacing the ship or sitting very still for long periods of time.

There's been too much waiting.

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[badinlatin]

Mal nods, but stops after a moment.

"Can I offer a piece of advice?"

[try_corsets]

Her head snaps up.

Watching him steadily, she waits a long moment before replying.

"Yes."

[badinlatin]

"From a pirate that's quasi-married up the social ladder? There's enough problems with that without -- "

( " -- I'm too weak for this -- ")

" -- separating oneself further."

Beat. "That's all."

[try_corsets]

There's a hesitation, a brief moment when she looks as if she's going to upbraid him for his audacity and interference, but then she turns away and looks out at the ocean.

"I know." It's not at all gracious. "Everything will be fine when we rescue Jack."

It has become a litany, her own small prayer that her words will prove true.

"But thank you for your concern," she finishes stiffly, offering him a tight smile.

[badinlatin]

Mal nods.

"So -- you comfortable with all that?"

Pointing to the weapons, naturally.

[try_corsets]

A hint of a smile returns, and she takes a few steps to further test the weight.

"I am." Then, smile widening, "And I have no intention of telling Barbossa how very well you have armed me for battle."

[badinlatin]

"Even better."