Elizabeth scowled at the ceiling. "There's a lot of bad pirates out there, but just as many bad people in the East India Trading company. Really, trying to own everyone and everything. You should be happy there are pirates out there, else the sea would be under the rule of men who only love money." Elizabeth watched the Rum in front of her for a time before she looked back at the man, who was now looking her up and down.
"Excuse me?" Elizabeth scowled again. "Costume? These are my clothes. Nothing wrong with them a'tall." Sweetheart? What in the name of Davy Jones?
"I am very much 'for real'. These are my real clothes, and that is not just a sword, it's a cutlass. Why does everyone keep asking me if I'm real? Of course I'm real."