Unlike Jack, she has terrible memories of being here. And unfortunately for Jack, much of her confusion and loathing lands right on him when she spots him swaying his way around. Her eyes narrow as she observes him sauntering around like he owns everything, and it takes all of her self-restraint not to shout at him and draw attention to herself.
It's more than a little unfortunate for the both of them that Elizabeth Swann hasn't exactly been known for showing self-restraint in the past few years. ]
Jack Sparrow!
[She shouts out over the noise of Tortuga, her voice a commanding presence that demands to be heard and obeyed. Whether or not Jack does, everyone else in the general area stops what they're doing and turn to look at her. She ignores them, of course. They're not who she's after. Not sparing anyone a glance as she stalks past them, she marches her way up to him so she can look at him like he's the cause of all her life's problems. Which really, he is. If you think about it, she'd never be in this situation if he hadn't taken the time to save her and then proceed to hold her hostage years ago.]
Where is it that you think you're going, exactly?
[There's an unspoken King, remember? implied in her tone. Meaning: she expects him to give her an attempt at a half honest answer before she demands one out of him. It's not that she wants to talk to him like a child. It's that past experience tells her that she needs to, because he's likely too full of rum to function.
When she doesn't hit or shoot him the crowd loses interest, and within seconds the usual boisterous noise starts back up again.]
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Unlike Jack, she has terrible memories of being here. And unfortunately for Jack, much of her confusion and loathing lands right on him when she spots him swaying his way around. Her eyes narrow as she observes him sauntering around like he owns everything, and it takes all of her self-restraint not to shout at him and draw attention to herself.
It's more than a little unfortunate for the both of them that Elizabeth Swann hasn't exactly been known for showing self-restraint in the past few years. ]
Jack Sparrow!
[She shouts out over the noise of Tortuga, her voice a commanding presence that demands to be heard and obeyed. Whether or not Jack does, everyone else in the general area stops what they're doing and turn to look at her. She ignores them, of course. They're not who she's after. Not sparing anyone a glance as she stalks past them, she marches her way up to him so she can look at him like he's the cause of all her life's problems. Which really, he is. If you think about it, she'd never be in this situation if he hadn't taken the time to save her and then proceed to hold her hostage years ago.]
Where is it that you think you're going, exactly?
[There's an unspoken King, remember? implied in her tone. Meaning: she expects him to give her an attempt at a half honest answer before she demands one out of him. It's not that she wants to talk to him like a child. It's that past experience tells her that she needs to, because he's likely too full of rum to function.
When she doesn't hit or shoot him the crowd loses interest, and within seconds the usual boisterous noise starts back up again.]