She should say something, call him back or make some sort of witty remark that would have come so easily to her former self, but Elizabeth does nothing. Watching until even his boots have disappeared above, she focuses on steadying her breathing, fighting the urge to scream or shout or kick something.

It's times like this that she keenly feels the limited space on board.

After another few minutes staring blankly at the stairs, she turns on her heel and stomps away.

Later, she goes to find Barbossa.