"You read stories about Jack?" Elizabeth can't help smiling. "I'm sure that made him happy."

The pleased surprise in her smile shifts into wry amusement.

"I understand. There's a piece of paper ordering my arrest in Cutler Beckett's greedy little hands. I helped Jack escape the hangman's noose. Should I return to Port Royal, I doubt I shall be so lucky."

She doesn't seem particularly disturbed by this. It feels so removed from her current reality.