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It's an honest assumption that most people might find life at the end of the universe to be full of adventure and intrigue, or, at the very least, satisfying conversation on a daily basis. Not so for Elizabeth Swann. Indeed, she finds most days dreadfully dull, especially those that see Will having some sort of love affair with his forge. On such days, she does a great deal of sighing and wondering if her fiancé would really just rather marry his sword.

Today is such a day, but Elizabeth is bored with sighing, bored with her room and bored with staring at the bar's fireplace. And although she's not bored with thinking about Jack and their predicament, it's far too chilly outside for a good brooding session in front of the Pearl.

Her thoughts turn to a certain invitation issued on the only day Elizabeth will admit to enjoying herself at Milliways. Thus, at the customary time for tea in the governor's household, Elizabeth enters the staff corridor and goes about finding the flat belonging to the barman and his friendly wife, Nynphadora.

It's not difficult to locate, and she's soon knocking on the door: two firm knocks, precisely.

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"...Noisy. And very, very big," she replies after a moment's consideration. "It's very beautiful, but-- yeah, the technology, cars, all of it'd probably give you a fairly huge headache. You might feel more at home in the wizarding quarter, to be honest. Time sort of... passes more slowly, there."

"Occasionally, time seemed to pass at an impossibly slow rate in Port Royal," she says, smiling wryly. "Were you born there?"

London, the wizarding quarter... possibly both.

"Uh-huh. Went to primary school there, went away to Scotland for school, and then came back to London for the Academy. It's home."

There's a pause as she realizes what she's said.

"...Except for the bit where this place is home now, too." She laughs. "Anyway, tell me about Port Royal. I've never been to the Caribbean."

"I've heard Milliways has the weather of Scotland."

She tries not to say it derisively. Really.

"It's a riot of color. When I remember England, it's primarily in gray and muted tones. The Caribbean is bright blues and reds and greens. The water is so clear you can see the fish swimming." She smiles fondly. "Our house is up on a hill. I could open the shutters in the morning and catch a breeze, while watching the sun on the water."

"It sounds beautiful," she says wistfully. "Wish I could see it. Especially back when there wasn't any pollution, or oil tankers, or over-fishing." A beat. "And there were pirates."

"If the door opens and things happen as they should-"

She breaks off, shaking her head.

"If I'm ever able, I'd enjoy showing it to you."

'Dora smiles, and for all that it's small, it's reassuring, too.

"I'd like that. Really."

Then she gets to her feet, picking up the empty plate, and heads for the kitchen.

"I think Bernard hid some fudge in the pantry somewhere..."

"I'm not sure how I can still be hungry, but fudge sounds delightful."

She smiles at 'Dora's retreating back, then at Anthony.

"You know what would make your pig even more handsome? A pirate hat."

It's possible that, sometime in the next few days, the pig will find himself with one. Elizabeth will make sure of it.