Will retreated down here under the pretense of stowing unneeded rope. Then he stayed down under the pretense of checking on the powder stores. Now he's beginning to wonder how he can explain why he's been down here so long.

And he still doesn't know how to talk to Elizabeth.

He's worked it out, of course, mostly. He thinks he knows why she was kissing him; understands what a distraction it would be; he understands that what he thought was mourning the man she loved was remorse for a friend she murdered, and above all he knows why she had to do it.

But he can't stop feeling so angry. It's a relief, after nearly a year of mournful resignation.