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[bringmethatnpc]

Everything in Panama City had gone mostly according to plan, a rare happenstance for the pirates in this motley crew, and the more superstitious among them spent the first few days on board their new vessel debating whether this meant good luck or bad, fair wind or foul.

The Spanish ship they'd stolen isn't large or particularly pleasing to the eye, being in need of some new paint and wood maintenance, but it's seaworthy and swift before the wind, and most importantly, well-stocked for a long voyage.

And a long journey to Singapore it will be.

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Re: Below deck

[turned_captain]

"Good."

Will pauses, looking at her steadily. He wants to reach out. Touch her face, brush her hair out of her eyes, make contact somehow. He wants to comfort her, because it breaks his heart to see her like this, to know she can't look up at him, can't meet his eyes.

She must really miss Jack.

That thought ruins everything, and pity is replaced by a bitter resentment. Subtly, Will draws back.

"Glad to hear it."

Re: Below deck

[try_corsets]

It's subtle, but it's enough for her to notice something has changed. Elizabeth flicks her gaze back to Will, all wide, dark eyes and injured pride, and what she finds on his face soon has her focusing stubbornly on something over his left shoulder. All traces of surprised delight and what little hope she allows herself to feel in her weaker moments disappears, leaving her face as impassive as ever it has been on this journey.

"Yes," she snaps quietly. "I can't imagine you would take pleasure in her suffering."

Sometimes, when her heart is especially sore, Elizabeth forgets this is mostly a mess of her own making.

Re: Below deck

[turned_captain]

"Of course I wouldn't."

Will's face hardens further, eyes searching Elizabeth's face again.

For a second there he had been hoping she'd talk to him, that it would be made OK. That he would be able to ask her to wait for him while he went after the map to speed up things.

Instead he turns, and heads up the stairs.

Re: Below deck

[try_corsets]

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.

Re: Below deck

[badinlatin]

Mal's returned, just as Elizabeth leaves.

"Suppose she's about as thrilled with things as Dora was."

What Will may or may not notice is that Mal's gone through a slight costume change -- not so much a makeover as removing all evidence of mass-market clothing manufacture.

He misses snaps.

"Ready to go?"

Re: Below deck

[turned_captain]

Of course he doesn't notice.

"Right," Will says, distant at first, before he pulls his focus back. "Right, let's go."