"'S wrong with her?" Jack asked, biting into an apple. He was leaning against the wall of the Turners' parlor in Port Royal. Will was standing beside him, his arms folded anxiously. They were discussing the wellbeing of Elizabeth, who was sitting on the sofa across the room from them, hunched over slightly, her arms wrapped around her midsection.
Will shrugged. "I don't know," he replied softly. "I think she's just a bit stir-crazy. She's not been on a boat since…"
He fell silent, not wanting to mention his encounter with Davy Jones. Jack nodded sagely. "Ah, yes," he said. "The sea calls all men, and apparently some women, aye?"
"Aye," Will agreed. Then, he raised his voice a bit so that Elizabeth could hear him. "Elizabeth, darling," he called, "are you feeling alright?"
Elizabeth mumbled something unintelligible. Will's expression morphed into one of ultimate concern. He left Jack, walking over to his wife and kneeling down before her. "Why don't you get changed into your dressing gown?" he suggested in a low voice. "It's only me and Jack here, after all, and you'll be much more comfortable."
Elizabeth shook her head. "I'm fine," she said, though it sounded like she was ready to cry.
Will got up and sat beside her. Jack watched the two of them from afar, with curious eyes. Will put a protective arm around his wife and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. "That corset of yours," he said. "Is it too tight? Is that why you're uncomfortable?"
Elizabeth nodded miserably. Will glanced over at Jack, who nodded allowingly. Then, Will began to undo the clasps on Elizabeth's dress.
Elizabeth slid out of her dress, and desperately tried to undo the strings on that damn corset of hers. Will took out his father's knife and slit them. Elizabeth took in a deep breath of air, soothing her burning lungs. But then she realized what Will just did. "Will!" she exclaimed.
"What?" Will said humorously. "We can easily get it re-threaded." He tossed the corset aside. Elizabeth was only in her chemise, now, and Jack was smirking longingly.
Elizabeth hurried upstairs, got changed into her dressing gown, and then came back downstairs, in a considerably better mood.