Jack answered the first thing that came to his mind. "That ship will leave us be."
"Was it him?"
"Him who? Benton?"
She nodded as she bit her lip.
"Aye," he finally answered her.
She gasped. "Are you sure?"
He answered her gasp with a sigh. "I am sure."
"But, Jack, you've only seen him once. How can you be so sure?"
He glared at her. "I never forget the face of an enemy, Lizzie. Now, leave me. I'm in need of more plotting. Our course has changed."
It seemed she had enough sense to listen to him.
Riffling through various charts and notes he wrote or others had pinned to him Jack was halfway convinced his form of filing needed to be overviewed. Then he found exactly what he was looking for and beamed happily at the scroll in front of him.
It was an island, small by the look of it, slightly to the south with a cove perfect enough to hide in, the ship protected from being seen when Benton made his return trip after not finding Elizabeth in his current direction.
Plus, the island boasted something all pirates dreamed of...
Treasure.