Jack looked up at her and smirked. "Good girl," he said, more to himself than to her. Then he went up after her.
Once on the deck, Jack herded Elizabeth to the captain's quarters. He'd just sat in here, not long ago, with Hannibal and drank rum. And here he was, about to sit with Elizabeth, and have rum.
Ha.
Jack opened the door to the cabin and went in. She could follow or she could stay on the deck. Didn't matter.
"Barbosa." Jack grunted. "If my memory serves, and it does less and less..."
There were loud rummaging noises, as he retrieved two bottles. One was the same one he'd drank from in Hannibal's presence, the other was a newer bottle.
"... I ended his life. Rather spectacularly."
He stood in the doorway, now, a bottle of rum in either hand. "Did I not?"