Impalo? Im-Palmaero? Auto-mo-bile. [Dean] Elizabeth was rather enjoying the city now that she'd gotten the hang of it. Most people left her alone with her cutlass on her side. Money was always in her pockets and when she was hungry there was always food. The only real thing missing was Jack, or Will, or Norrington. Augh. Elizabeth got a headache just thinking about them. She was turning into an alcoholic because of the three of them occupying her mind night and day and the only thing that got rid of it was rum. Just thinking about rum brought her nearly face to face with a bar. She'd been here before, they served something called a cheeseburger that tasted delightful.
And their rum wasn't cheap.
Elizabeth was just about to walk in when she noticed the familiar auto-mo-bile sitting in front of the bar. What had Dean called it? An Im-pallo? En-Palma? Something like a deer. Yeah. Elizabeth smiled a little to herself, Dean would be a welcome sight. She headed right in and spied around. Noticing him sitting at a table by himself near a corner Elizabeth headed over, trying to be as sneaky as possible until she got behind him.
She leaned forward a little.
"Boo." Right into his ear, then stepped back, hoping he didn't react with his gun this time.