"No, we do not," Elizabeth agrees, and it's an admission made with some reluctance but little of her usual stubborn, supercilious attitude, as she draws level with Tia Dalma and watches her closely. Recognizing an unfamiliar note in the other woman's voice, something unexpected, Elizabeth raises an eyebrow and also turns her attention to Barbossa, continuing, "He is our hope, then."
Her voice rises at the last, as if she is tempted to smile, tempted to allow a disbelieving laugh at this ridiculous twist of fate.
"It is good he has struck a deal, whatever it may be." Her eyes gleam. "That means he has someone to answer to other than himself."
A sidelong look at Tia Dalma is the only hint of her raging desire to know what sort of deal he has struck, and why.
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"No, we do not," Elizabeth agrees, and it's an admission made with some reluctance but little of her usual stubborn, supercilious attitude, as she draws level with Tia Dalma and watches her closely. Recognizing an unfamiliar note in the other woman's voice, something unexpected, Elizabeth raises an eyebrow and also turns her attention to Barbossa, continuing, "He is our hope, then."
Her voice rises at the last, as if she is tempted to smile, tempted to allow a disbelieving laugh at this ridiculous twist of fate.
"It is good he has struck a deal, whatever it may be." Her eyes gleam. "That means he has someone to answer to other than himself."
A sidelong look at Tia Dalma is the only hint of her raging desire to know what sort of deal he has struck, and why.