Elizabeth smiles with satisfaction, an expression which does not wholly reach her eyes, and sets about doing just that. With agility and grim determination, she lands on the deck before him and straightens, eyes on his.

"Hello, Jack." The greeting is admittedly unnecessary, and she fails to keep a note of triumph out of her voice. "I thought the burden of my presence might be sweetened by this."

A bottle of rum is pulled from her pocket; she'd asked for the best, and Bar never fails to provide for her favorite pirate.