Curiosity. That's all he thought it was? Elizabeth didn't show it, but somewhere that hurt. Because it wasn't just curiosity. It was more than that because this had happened before. More than once before. The Compass had pointed Jack out over and over again.
Really. Was it that hard for him to believe that she might feel something more than just curiosity?
Elizabeth shut the compass with a cold snap and tossed it back to Jack.
Elizabeth corked the rum in the meanwhile. Her mind going a million miles an hour. Rum or not. Jack or not. Love or not. All of this was a bit much for her. She found herself seated on the stairwell a moment later, pack of whatever between her knees and opened it to see what was inside.