Elizabeth was going to drink some more, she was. She was ready to. Or maybe just get off this ship and back into the water. Yes. If she came by water she left by water. That's how it had to go on. Up is down, right. Maybe since she fell in feet first she needed to do a header this time.
No, that was just crazy!
Not as crazy as this. Elizabeth almost didn't catch it, but caught it at the last second. her fingers snapped around it and she pulled it in. He wanted her to open it?
She gulped. Visibly.
She looked down at the compass. It'd played this game with her before. Jack. Will. Jack. Will. Jack. Will. James. Jack. Will.
She scowled down at it.
"Alright. Fine. I will."
She held it out a moment, flicked it open. it spun wildly for a moment before stopping off to her left side. She glanced over. Er. There wasn't anyone.. oh..
She lifted the bottle.
"I really wanted a drink." She closed the compass, took a drink, then tried it again. Were they both holding their breath? Elizabeth was for sure.
She could hear it spinning before she opened it and it spun like crazy. Spun and spun and spun. What she wanted. What her heart desired. And it stopped.
Right.
On.
Jack.
Elizabeth looked up at Jack. Back to the Compass. Then back to Jack.
Well. She hadn't expected that this morning when she woke up expecting to kill Beckett. "Even if Will was in this place, the compass isn't going to tell me."