She watched him over the bottle of rum that she was holding to her mouth and drinking from. She really shouldn't have been drinking. Just thinking about that made her take the bottle from her mouth. Good thing too. She would have spit it out had she still been drinking when he continued talking.
Elizabeth visibly bristled and pulled her emotions in right in front of him. Lost her head, so to speak. She wanted to throw the bottle at him, but kept herself from it.
"Shove it." She headed for the rail.
"It's none of your business and you obviously do not really care about why or how anything came to be or what exactly Will was thinking. But you want to know, hm,? Do you?" She rounded on him now. Coming closer, standing at her full height and getting right into his face.
"Do you want to know the reason Jack? Because he thought I loved you. He thought after all that time, after nearly getting married and following him to the ends of the earth and back, almost dying repeatedly I might add, that I loved you." She scowled at him.
But William. Hadn't. Been wrong.
And that's why she'd been distant to him as well.
Because she did.
She leaned back, and took a step back. She wished she'd kept her mouth shut now.