"You were just affixing me," he said, smirk turning into a mean smile, "to the deck of The Pearl, and backing away, and going over the side, leaving me. All by my lonesome. To deal wif the beastie."
That smile wasn't going anywhere, any time soon.
"You're not dead. A woman did this to me. And astonisingly, I did not punch her, nor did I get my face slapped for any reason."
Jack took a few steps forward, and his eye started to twitch. Elizabeth, here, meant a whole lot of... God, he was confused.
"Barbosa made himself... what?"
His hand slid into his pocket and closed around the compass. There was something he wanted to test, but not yet.