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[try_corsets]

Having Gibbs on board has been good for Elizabeth. She trusts him as much as she can trust any pirate; seeing his familiar face as they set sail, and as she proudly showed him the Empress, very nearly made her cheerful

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[lovesoldthings]

Here is something that Sally hasn't seen yet; a woman in what might be seventeenth or eighteenth century male clothing. Curiosity gets the better of her, and the Londoner pulls out her camera to take a few shots.

Couldn't harm the portfolio she's trying to make, right?

[lovesoldthings]

"That sounds about right, though I don't know him all that well." Sally also thinks he's kind of cute, but you don't go around gushing to strangers. Even if they are very nice pirates.

"It did." She steps closer and turns the camera over, pressing buttons to flips through the last few shots taken until she gets to Elizabeth's. Which is offered for studious purposes. "Right here."

[try_corsets]

Elizabeth stares at the picture for a long moment before replying.

"And you sell these to people?"

It's strange to look at herself this way. She almost doesn't recognize what she sees, but it makes her smile.

[lovesoldthings]

"Ones like them, usually at their own request. My subjects tend to be taken on the spur of the moment, or in a formal setting -- like funerals or weddings."

The corner of her mouth lifts.

"Someday I hope to own a studio."

[try_corsets]

"Funerals or weddings," Elizabeth repeats, staring at the camera but not really seeing it. Funerals or weddings: she wonders how many people come as close as she did to holding both in one day. "I'd like to pay you to take pictures of me."

She frowns at the camera, a bit baffled by technology but clear in her intent.

"Pictures to leave at the bar for James Norrington to deliver to my husband. Will can't come inside."

[lovesoldthings]

"Yes," Sally falls silent, holding her camera just a little more securely. In case Elizabeth means to pry it out of her hands - though if there is a threat of firearms, she'll hand it over rather than lose her life.

"Of course, yes. Do you have anything in mind?"

James Norrington is not a name she's familiar with, and she'd like to ask why the Captain's husband-- not her business.

[try_corsets]

Thankfully, Elizabeth has no intention of depriving Sally of her camera, through the use of firearms or otherwise. She simply cannot fathom how multiple images come from that little box.

"Is it like posing for a portrait?" Elizabeth laughs. "I was never very good at that. Too little patience, Father said." One long-fingered hand brushes at her salt stiff hair. "Whatever you think would be best to remind him of me. He's-"

It's easier just to explain sometimes, and hope it doesn't make things strange.

"In my world, we aren't meant to see each other for ten years. He captains the Flying Dutchman, ferrying all souls who die at sea between worlds. We are lucky he can at least come to Milliways on occasion, but he still can't set foot on land and we aren't always here at the same time."

[lovesoldthings]

"It can be like that but," she turns the camera right side up and points to the tiny figure of a running person on one of the dials. "That setting is to take shots of things in motion; people, animals, even ships."

Elizabeth's story shouldn't tug at her heartstrings. Sally is a pratical woman, after all, usually with her feet on the ground.

But still ...

"I'm sorry. That must be very, ah, vexing. I'd be happy to take whatever pictures you'd like. I just need access to a computer. Would you be willing to wait until I can do so?"

[try_corsets]

Things in motion. If she were Will, coexisting with the dead, she would want pictures of things in motion.

"It is, yes. Very vexing." The corner of Elizabeth's mouth tilts up. Vexing is indeed one way to look at it. "Of course," she agrees, not really clear on what access to a computer involves. "And should you meet him, if he agrees, I would like pictures of him in return. How much do you charge?"

The question is offhand, like an afterthought; she's busy contemplating what sort of pictures to take.

[lovesoldthings]

"Mostly charge on a sliding scale. Whatever my client can afford to pay. I'm not a top name," yet, "and I'd want to go to a reasonably priced photog m'self, so it's ... still a bit up in the air, actually."

Smile.

[try_corsets]

Too much of a pirate to admit what she can afford, Elizabeth nods and says, "Five pictures to start? Perhaps by the lake. If he likes them, maybe you could come take pictures of my ship."

In which case Elizabeth will be careful not to tell Sally that Tonks got stuck out of the bar, in Elizabeth's world, for several months.

[lovesoldthings]

"That sounds reasonable," Sally allows after a bit of consideration.

She absently shoves her hair out of her eyes, and frowns down at the camera in silence for another few minutes. "I really need to get my hands on a computer. That'll be my mission tomorrow, so I can get started on your pictures as soon as humanely possible."

Sally's already picturing landmarks down by the lake that might work as backdrops.

[try_corsets]

"Good." She flashes a satisfied smile. "I'd like to use one of the showers upstairs beforehand. Personal hygiene is not a priority aboard pirate ships."

Much to her chagrin.

[lovesoldthings]

"Of course. I could see where that might be a problem." Until now, she's never given pirating a thought one way or the other. Now, after Sally's entirely accidental link to this Jack Sparrow, and meeting Elizabeth...

.. there might be some research into the subject soon.

[try_corsets]

"Will and I," not to mention the others, "were stuck here for many months, and I grew rather attached to indoor plumbing."

And various other things. Again, she finds herself thankful for the bar she had so often cursed.

"Now it seems I've become fascinated by cameras." A light laugh. "Are you able to come and go as you please?"

[lovesoldthings]

"I'm rather attached to that myself. You can't beat a hot bath after a long and frustrating day."

Not that today has been anything like that. Yet.

"Unfortunately, I'm Bound until Bar decides to give me my door back."

Disgruntled tone? Only marginally.