010 - dust
It completely infuriated him to see her there, kneeling on the dusty floor of her cell, her beautiful wedding dress bedraggled and dirty. She was a pawn in the hands of a ruthless man who played a dangerous game - they both were. Yet he cared nothing for himself. He knew that he would do whatever was necessary to not only get her out of there, but to be assured of her freedom from future persecution as well.
He knew that the Governor didn't have much faith in his ability to track Jack down and retrieve the compass, but his opinion mattered not one whit. Elizabeth believed in him, and that was enough.
"Keep a weather eye on the horizon," he whispered, before racing up the steps of the prison.
Buying passage on a ship bound for Tortuga, he strode up the gangplank, the dust of Port Royal and its jail covering his boots. He never realized that he would never see the town again.