He spins around.

"Have you, now?"

Jack starts toward her, stalking forward over the sand, black eyes glittering with something dangerous.

"That's very kind of you. But is seems that since I possess a ship and you don't, you're the ones in need of rescuing."

A beat of silence, and when Jack continues, still glaring at Elizabeth, there's real venom in his words.

"And I'm not sure that I'm in the mood."