They were reliving a few ugly things, and Elizabeth knew it was smarter for them to probably skip it. And at the same time she had a sick curiosity, an obsessive need, to continue. To know what everyone else knew. There were people who watched their lives as entertainment, and they'd recognize them with information she wasn't prepared for. This would prepare her. It'd hurt but she was tougher than she used to be, she could take it.
She was going to become an alcoholic herself at this rate, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She drank the rum and felt her head swim. Maybe this was why pirates drank so much. It numbed the senses when things got particularly rough. She moved closer to Jack and rested her head on his shoulder. Again she was seeking comfort from him, and Elizabeth was glad they had each other to cling to. Watching this on her own would've probably resulted in a lot of tears. Maybe some raging.
"Angelica?" Now that got her attention, and she sat up again to look at him. "The woman you loved, you saw her again?" Elizabeth's interest was sincere, perhaps even sympathetic. "I thought she was ... the way you talked about her...." She thought Angelica was dead and that's why he was in pain over the memory. It started to click. "To find the Fountain of Youth. She's a pirate too."