[ Jack prefers to think of Elizabeth as perpetually locked away somewhere. Like in a cage, or behind bars of a brig, or perhaps simply behind a locked door whereupon someone lost the key. That way, she can not take Jack's carefully laid plans and explode them to the high heavens.

But here Elizabeth is now, decidedly not locked away somewhere. If Jack had any carefully laid plans for the evening, he might be concerned. ]

Aye, true enough.

[ Fool me once, stranded on a deserted island, curled up and pretty only to burn his rum, shame on you. Fool me twice, leaving him to die but parting with a kiss, shame on you.

Jack will not be fooled a third time. ]

Though I be quite sure your new husband wouldn't take so kind to find you flirting with other men.

[ As for her inquery-- ]

What trouble am I getting into? Luv, the same question could be asked of you.