Something very like approval flickers across Elizabeth's face at Barbossa's diatribe, and the words Pirate Lord of the Brethren resonate in her mind. The indignation slowly turns to a look of wary interest.

"Sao Feng will be told it's Jack and his ship we seek?" Elizabeth interjects, voice raised to carry over the low murmur that follows the announcement.

Or perhaps that is just Jack chattering in her ear.