He'd just asked her, with notable incredulity, if he had died, and here she was almost yelling at him about it. Jack's mouth turned downward at the edges and he stepped back a step. Best to do that when she got like this. Also best to hide the rum.
But she had a piece of eight.
"Tha's interesting," Jack said. He leaned his neck forward and got a closer look. "Tha's very interesting." He paused. "Calypso was 'ere, love. Not that you'll be able to fit that into your cleverly maligning summation of what did and did not happen. She's the reason I have the Pearl."
This was so tiring. Couldn't it just be over? Or maybe... maybe he was asleep! Jack pinched his arm, hard, to check.
"OW."
No such luck.
Look at what I'm wearing.
Jack looked. Dark eyes took the entire thing in. And he came up wanting. "I prefer you the other way," he said.
And then Elizabeth sank to the wooden planks of the dock, and Jack tried very hard not to wave his arms in a panic and tell her to just get up and stop being so.... so...
He tried so hard that it worked.
"Were I to torture you, Miss Swann, it'd be much more creative than this, and you'd be much more scantily clad. There'd be rum. You are not dead. I am not dead. Neither of us is dead."
The pirate grinned. "That," he said, "may call for a drink."
He wasn't helping her up. Not until she calmed down. Elizabeth had tied him to the Pearl to go down with it. He wasn't giving her a hand.