Elizabeth still had her eyes closed and anyone who had come in would be right to assume she was asleep, but they would have been wrong. Light was visible behind her eyelids, a low and small burn from a new candle. Hushed voices, words that she wasn't able to make out. Slowly opening her eyes, she blinked before looking around the large room. At the end of the bed stood Jack, Audrey was perched on the very edge of the bed as to look after her own well being, and there was a third, a third person. Casting her eyes to the doorway, the brunette was surprised to see William. Blinking once again, Elizabeth coughed, quickly sitting up as not to choke, lurching forwards a bit. "Bloody hell. Am I so unwell that I have now resorted to seeing things?" 'No, no ma'am. I've been looking after you as you've slept, quite restless I might add.' "Will, darling! You're - you -" She was unable to finish her sentence, feeling her lip quiver as silent sobs shook her body. Sniffling, her hands grasped the white sheets tightly, seeing Will and Jack exchange a look through her blurry vision. "Lizabeth, yes yes, I'm here. Oh don't cry, there's no need to cry." Will's words were soothing as he made his way quickly over to his hysterical wife, wrapping his arms tightly around her small frame. Frantically clawing at her husband as though she were some type of animal that wasn't meaning to inflict harm, she buried her face in the crook of his neck, mumbling and hoping that her voice would be heard. "Why have you returned? What about the battle?" William was about to speak when Jack interrupted, watching the two love birds. "I went after him while you slept, love. You were in too much pain and the news that you carried seemed quite important, aye? The details are not important, what is important is that the humble blacksmith is back with us." Fiddling with a ring on his finger, the captain paused before speaking once again.
"I told him what you told me, Swann. I had to, that was - " At this point, the pirate King and or queen had readjusted, now looking at her friend as he spoke. Letting a gasp pass from her lips, her face contorted into anger. Everything else aside, even the bringing of her husband back, no matter how brave that was. "Jack Sparrow, you bloody pirate! You awful, low life, treasure obsessed - Why would you say that? I was going to tell him in time, when /I/ felt it was right! It concerns our family and our family alone, /captain./ You had no right to do that, none at all!" A lump was forming in her throat, that was how enraged she was. If she wasn't the way she was, she would have wrung his neck right then and there and everyone in that room knew it. They knew what Elizabeth Swann/Turner was capable of. Turning back to face her husband, Elizabeth found herself wriggling out of his gentle hold, wanting to be left to her own case. "Calm down! Elizabeth, please..." Turner said in a firm tone, his arms releasing from around his wife. Despite feeling unwell, Elizabeth pulled herself out of bed with the help of Audrey. At this point, Jack had left the room, supposedly downstairs but no one would blame the pirate for leaving.
'It's good to have you back again, Mr. Turner.' "Thank you Audrey, it's interesting to be back." A nervous chuckle escaped the blacksmith's lips, gently placing a hand around his wife's waist. "So, I heard you fainted." "Yes, the only difference was I wasn't wearing a bloody corset." Her tone was bitter, withdrawn. Emotions high, coupled with everything else. "Audrey, would you please go check on Captain Jack?" 'Yes sir. Ma'am.' She frowns, quickly leaving the room with a sigh. Heading downstairs, the servant looked through the large house before finding Jack outside. Carefully approaching him, she bowed her head. 'Captain?' "Aye?" 'I would like to formally apologize for Miss Turner's actions this evening. What you did was very brave, and I realize that may not mean much coming from the help of this house, but I thought I would lend my two cents.' Jack listened carefully to what this woman had to say, very much appreciating it. Putting on one of his charming smiles, he speaks. "Thank you, poppet. It is not your duty to apologize, it's Elizabeth's, though she may not realize it." 'I wouldn't doubt her Captain, she's quite...' Audrey found herself trailing off. "Stubborn? Thick headed? Good with a sword?" 'Yes, I suppose so.' Audrey lets out a laugh, gesturing with her hand that they should go back inside due to the prying eyes of the ladies and gentlemen.