Elizabeth was trying not to listen to Jack, but it was hard not to. He'd always been one to commandeer attention even when he didn't mean to. She looked up for a moment, from the bag, halfway into pulling out her old three corner hat. Then back into the bag. What was in there? "Looks like a change of clothes. The old ones. I thought I'd destroyed them." She set the hat aside and the jacket, pants, shirt, and vest over it. "My cutlass." She pulled that out too. Money. Her rings, her necklaces, a journal. Setting them aside.
"No jar of dirt. No Jack isn't in here, thank God." But his next question was much harder to answer.
"Why don't you ask him?" She buried her head in the bag looking.
...S'it more than curiosity?
Elizabeth finished looking through the bag, there wasn't anything else in there that she might need right then. Her voice would have been nice, or a clearer head. She put her things back in the bag and looked at him. They were much closer now, weren't they?
"What do you think Jack?" She wasn't going to say it, or admit it. It was just too hard. Much too hard. She could feel her heart beating, rapidly. It hadn't been this hard since..