The tell tale footfalls, the swagger she could hear. Elizabeth was startled by it. Jack had been handed over, she'd handed him over. For what? For Will? He was a dirty traitor and she was pissed. But. Now she was.. glad? Glad. Glad that Jack wasn't run through by Jones. Had to be Jack. Had to be..
And then she heard him.
"Jack, it's me! Elizabeth!" She squinted through the dim light. Unnatural glowing lanterns aside.
And then she saw him.
He sounded like Jack.
He kind of looked like Jack.
Why was he clean?
Couldn't be. She was dead. Jack was not clean, and he was most definitely.. not in braids and clean. And.