"How exactly did ye kill the Captain?" Ragetti finally asked; lips twitching nervously as Elizabeth turned to look at him.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" The words came out harsher than she'd intended, but the subject was one she had been dreading. She knew someone would ask, after Jack had called her out in front of everyone. She could hardly be angry, as nothing he had said was a lie, and nothing he had said really said anything at all.

"I bet she just climbed down into the longboat whilst the cap'n were distracted wif his ship and told us all that we should leave before he could notice," Pintel pitched, grinning conspiratorially for all of his cleverness. "Made us look bad."

"Naw, I bet she ran 'im through and the kraken came up and claimed 'is body and ship. Didn' make a sound though, the captain. Dyin' like a brave man."

Elizabeth gritted her teeth and stood from her chair. If she were able to sleep she wouldn't have to wander aimlessly around the ship at night and have these half-brained conversations with the crew. The mug of rum provided for her was always welcome but once the conversation turned to her she usually migrated to the main deck.

"Wait! You ain't told us the real story yet!" Ragetti protested.

"I like the way you're telling it just fine," she smiled quickly and squeezed her way out of the cozy huddle of bodies.

"I bet she used his own pistol and shot 'im in the heart."

"Would have heard that."

She pushed open the door of the galley and ascended the stairs to the main deck, rolling her eyes.

"And how would you tell the story of how you killed Captain Jack Sparrow?" The voice came from behind and Elizabeth turned to look at the hatch that lead down below. Jack stepped from the shadowed space, his eyes dark shapes in the night.

"I wouldn't tell it," she said in a cold tone. "Not worth the time or the thought."

"But if you did..."

"I'd tell your crew that their Captain is a fool."

"A fool?" Jack said, continuing his exit out of the hatchway. He walked towards her slowly and they both felt the physicality of the lack of trust hovering between them.

"Yes, a fool."

"Well I suppose the shame's on me, isn't it then?" Jack said, and there was a glint of metal in the dark as he smiled.

"How so?"

He cocked his brow, still grinning mockingly. "Fooled me twice. I might have learned after you burned all of my rum."

"And here I thought we were about to have a serious conversation."

A/N: Just a short piece to get me back into writing, before continuing my longer fic.