When Jack entered his quarters he found a visibly irritated Elizabeth who was pacing the length of the room.

When she saw him she pounced him, nearly literally. "Jack! How dare you order me around- telling me to come hiding below as though I were less than nothing." She barely took a breath as Jack walked to gather his boots then back to the edge of the bed to pull them on. She followed closely, her voice growing louder. "Those men were discussing me as though I was not even present and then you dismiss me as though I had no right to be there. I didn't accept your proposal to just hide below like a... a frightened female." She paused then and placed her hands on her hips. "Are you even listening to me?"

Jack stood up and grinned down at her, thrilled to have the spit-fire around once again. "Entire ships could hear caterwauling, Elizabeth. Listening, however, pleads a different set of ears."

She was not amused and proceeded to poke his chest with her finger to hammer in her point. "I'll not be held prisoner in the bowels of the Black Pearl simply because you have a new crew."

He quirked an eyebrow up. "This is hardly the bowels, luv. Best quarters on the ship."

In thought now, she laid her pointing hand flat on his chest. Her eyes connected with his. "Where is the crew?"

"Gibbie's here. Cotton and parrot. Justin Long. Between the haunted ship and the undead pirates the rest asked to be released soon after we let you and Will off at Port Royal." Suddenly his gaze fell from her face to the skin showing above her dress. He risked running a hand across the smooth skin. "How far flush do you become when angry?"

Elizabeth frowned and slapped his hand away. "Jack!" She tried to back up some but he grabbed her wrist to still her.

"What other clothing do you have?"

Her eyebrows shot up. "How utterly inappropriate." He just stared at her so she sighed. "Dresses."

"How utterly inappropriate," he repeated.

She bristled, finally succeeding in pulling her wrist out of his grip. "'Twas all I had. Benton removed any shirts and pants from my possession."

Jack snorted at the idea that someone tried to control Elizabeth. He made his way to the chest by his desk and began rooting through it.

"Jack, what are you doing?" she asked, curiosity causing her to kneel beside him.

He pulled out a fairly clean white shirt and shoved it in her arms before digging in once again. "Ah." A pair of pants appeared. "Have you the knowledge to take in material?"

"I may have the heart of a pirate, as you say, Jack, but I have the schooling of a learned woman."

He went back on his heels to look at her. "You be giving me an 'aye'?"

She rolled her eyes as she took her armful over to the bed to dump. "Yes, Jack. It was an 'aye'. Have you some thread and a needle?"

Jack jumped somewhat gracefully to his feet and made his way to his desk to dig in the drawer. Once he succeeded in finding rough replicas of what she asked for he turned towards the door. "Must go before talk is started."

She looked at him, surprised. "About us?"

"Mutiny, luv," he said with a wink before swaggering out of the cabin door.