The shout gets Elizabeth's attention and, a retort dying on her lips, she whirls away from the others to squint in the direction the pirate is pointing. Not Jack, but...
Surely not.
Marching toward him as quickly as she is able while burdened with dripping clothes, Elizabeth pushes wet hair off her forehead and exclaims, "Mr. Wellard!"
Her voice is thick with shock. Mouth open, she reaches out to grab his arm and ascertain that he's real.
"What is this? How did YOU come to be here?"
If there was a quicker way -- one that didn't involve delay after delay and tumbling over the edge of the world -- Elizabeth is going to be quite irked.
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Date: 2007-08-27 07:26 pm (UTC)Surely not.
Marching toward him as quickly as she is able while burdened with dripping clothes, Elizabeth pushes wet hair off her forehead and exclaims, "Mr. Wellard!"
Her voice is thick with shock. Mouth open, she reaches out to grab his arm and ascertain that he's real.
"What is this? How did YOU come to be here?"
If there was a quicker way -- one that didn't involve delay after delay and tumbling over the edge of the world -- Elizabeth is going to be quite irked.