"Will turned coat." Jack chuckled, and the chuckle became a smile. He nodded. He could see it. He really could. Because Will had always been a good pirate. And that was what pirates did.
Will thinks? That was too easy. He did not say it.
"Will thinks what, love?" Jack took a sip. "You were 'so ready to be married,' mm? Was the boy's show of true color too much to bear? I'm... a bit slow. I do not know if you know this, but I *died.*"
Jack bowed, rather carefully and well, considering the rum bottle in his hand, and looked up at Elizabeth still bent over. "Help me understand, your highness."