Her lips curve in a coy smile, and she leans back against the railing to look up into Will's face.

"It is only he who will give one or part with his men."

She's seen this, she knows. It's written in the way her shells fall, the way the waves curl. "But maybe it take more then they think. Sao Feng, he is a fierce man, stubborn, proud."

Tilting her chin up, her eyes flick past Will's face to focus briefly on Barbossa, out of hearing at the wheel.