"Without.. horses..?" That was something Elizabeth had never seen, and was pretty sure she didn't want to see. Because, how could it move without horses?
"No Mr Gibbs, or Mr Cotton, or parrot? Or the lot?" Elizabeth looked around. Cannot sail. Elizabeth found that the most stressful set of words. She'd been sailing for quite awhile. She couldn't imagine a day without salty air anymore than she could imagine the night sky without stars.
"I don't like the sounds of that. So.. there's no trading company to kill, or ships to commandeer. There's no treasure to hunt and no enemies to fight."
Elizabeth sank down beside him, her arm ran along his as she did.