Elizabeth felt tears rolling down her cheeks, as she stood silently in front of him. Inside, she wished he would suddenly embrace her, comfort her, and wipe the tears away. Instead, he looked away from her, his expression changing. The cold, hard, angry demeanor became a pain-filled one. She recognized the look in his eyes. Her mind replayed the moment Will was stabbed. She saw the pain she had seen then in his eyes now, as if she was once again huddled over his dying body. This time, however, she had been the one to stab his heart.
"Will...," She whispered as her voice shook. "I had no other choice." It was the only explanation she could muster as her heart ached. Will turned back to her with those eyes.
"How is this not a choice?" He yelled, his voice angry and rough, but his face was still twisted with pain. Elizabeth looked in his eyes, searching for what to say. When she couldn't hold his gaze any longer, she looked away. Overcoming her tears, she spoke quietly,

"I am an escaped pirate all over the Caribbean. Beckett saw to that. I couldn't return to Port Royal, or any island influenced by the East India Trading Company. The first place Jack took the Pearl after... everything was Tortuga. It seemed to be the only place I could live. Before Jack left Tortuga I asked him spread word of my presence here. Obviously, you received the message." Elizabeth paused, allowing herself to look at Will who's expression had hardly changed.

"Will, I was raised to be the Governor's daughter- a lady. And having no experience in any line of work doesn't bode well, even in Tortuga. I worked small jobs for some time. As the second year began I seemed to have run out of opportunities. I slept on the streets and starved. Had I continued on that way, I would have been dead in month." Elizabeth's voice turned to a more urgent tone,"Death, Will, is the one thing I fear because it means separation from you... possibly forever. When Madame Giselle found me she offered me a job; a life. And it was the one thing I'd sell myself for." She paused shortly, and unraveled her arms. With one hand, she took the already low cut of her neck line and pulled it down a bit lower. On the revealed skin was a small tattoo. The letters "M" and "G", were intertwined, displaying her body as property of Madame Giselle.

"So there you have it. A common whore." She said, disgusted.

Elizabeth finished, feeling utterly exposed more than she had on any night working.