Nymphadora had done a fair bit of celebrating, herself, but pirate parties are only so much fun when you can't partake of the rum stores. Also, 'Dora's exhausted. But she can't sleep; instead she's staring at a knot in the timber above her, wondering when -- and how -- she was going to get back home.
But the footsteps make her turn her head, and she smiles faintly at the sight of Elizabeth.
Face drawn, Elizabeth halts when she sees 'Dora. She's ashamed that she hadn't thought more of her friend during the long, chaotic battle; Mal would have done a much better job looking after her.
It's a fleeting feeling, soon buried under the heavy weight of what's happened to Will.
"The pitching around probably didn't make you feel very well," Elizabeth guesses, at a loss for what else to say.
Elizabeth looks down and makes like she's going to begin gathering her things, only to remember there's very little to collect.
"It seems silly to say, but I'm not sure," she admits, picking up a coil of rope they had used to practice knots. In a whisper: "It all happened so fast."
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But the footsteps make her turn her head, and she smiles faintly at the sight of Elizabeth.
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It's a fleeting feeling, soon buried under the heavy weight of what's happened to Will.
"The pitching around probably didn't make you feel very well," Elizabeth guesses, at a loss for what else to say.
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Her face is impassive, compassionate. Because she cannot imagine.
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"It seems silly to say, but I'm not sure," she admits, picking up a coil of rope they had used to practice knots. In a whisper: "It all happened so fast."
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