To his response, she smiled, and pressed a hand to his cheek. "Den Destiny make de right choice." Pleased with his answer, knowing his words to be as true as his heart, she stepped back. The sun reemerged, and the sounds of the harbor faded back into audibility.
"Den let us make dis journey, an' be settin' Davy Jones ill at ease." She hadn't crossed the planks onto the ship yet. The binding set upon her by the Pirate Lords had its own prohibitions on how she had to conduct herself around water. So, in order to hide her handicap, she held out her arm to William. "Wit' yo' permission, Cap'n."