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Chapter 54
Elizabeth blinked, watching in stupefaction as a woman, several years older than herself, swiftly rose to her feet, brushed the dust off her shirt and breeches, adjusted her hat, and looked around the crew gathered on deck. Finally her eyes rested at one person in particular and she smiled.
Elizabeth followed her gaze... and blinked again.
"I'm sorry for my entrance, but you just wouldn't slow down, not enough to allow me to step on board... in a more graceful manner," said the woman with a hint of amusement in her voice, taking quick steps toward Jack who seeing, out of the corner of his eye, Elizabeth's facial expression, bit back all the welcoming jokes that came to his mind.
"Didn't notice ye meant to pay us a visit, luv, being in a little bit of a hurry here, really" said Jack with a stiff smile.
Elizabeth cringed inwardly at the word "luv". Somewhere in the back of her mind she suspected that he might have addressed like that every woman he had ever met, but the trouble was that she had never actually heard him address any other woman like that, and hearing it now was predominantly odd, and more than slightly unpleasant. Not to mention the very fact of seeing him talk with another woman... As strange as it was, even though she knew only too many more or less romantic stories involving Captain Jack Sparrow, she had never really seen him with any other woman, and all those stories seemed to her almost unreal, vague, and of no consequence. And now, all of a sudden, there was a woman, a real woman invading the personal space of her husband without even sparing her a second glance.
The woman shook her head with a chuckle. "Frankly speaking, I expected to be welcomed with a bit more enthusiasm," she said, stepping so close to Jack, that Elizabeth found it necessary to make her presence known. She took a step toward him, but before she managed to come close enough to lace her hand through his arm as she had intended to do, the woman moved to stand on her tiptoes, and would have surely kissed Jack on the mouth, if he did not turn his head abruptly, causing her lips to collide with his cheek instead.
James glanced at Elizabeth who was staring at the scene with wide eyes. It felt strange to see her pale at the sight, to see her being jealous of Jack Sparrow.
"Maybe we should start by getting to know each other... better!" said Jack with forced cheerfulness, startling the woman by taking her by the arms and putting some distance between them in a rather abrupt manner. "Ameerah Fiero," Jack reached for Elizabeth's hand, tugging her closer. "Elizabeth Sparrow."
"Captain Ameerah Fiero," the woman corrected Jack with an amused, almost conspirational smile, shooting Elizabeth a brief look. "I didn't know you had a little sister, Jack," she said, still smiling, but something in her eyes told Elizabeth that the sincerity of her mistake was at least debatable.
Jack felt Elizabeth stiffen beside him, and although there was something pleasing in the thought of her being jealous of him, he did not wish for her to get upset, something that was likely to happen considering her temper, which matched by Ameerah's bluntness might prove quite deadly.
"Well, I don't," said Jack with a wide smile.
Captain Ameerah raised her eyebrows, once again shifting her eyes to Elizabeth, this time with greater intensity, and it suddenly crossed Elizabeth's mind that perhaps she really had thought that she was Jack's sister... and she found that possibility even more irritating than the previous one.
"Elizabeth- Mrs. Captain Elizabeth Sparrow, is my wife," added Jack, and Elizabeth slowly exhaled, realizing that she had been holding her breath. For some reason, quite abstractedly, she had been afraid that Jack was not going make it unambiguously clear that they were married.
"Your wife?" The incredulity in the woman's voice annoyed Elizabeth, but she managed to utter her first words since the woman's appearance, keeping her tone kind:
"You seem surprised, captain Fiero," said Elizabeth, steadying her ridiculously trembling voice. Why was she so nervous? There was really no reason to be nervous.
"It's Ameerah," the woman extended her hand, catching Elizabeth off guard by the gesture, and gracefully avoiding the necessity to address her as Mrs. Sparrow, the fact that Elizabeth diligently noted.
"Elizabeth," she lightly shook the woman's hand, and then laced her hand through Jack's arm.
"Surprised is an understatement, Elizabeth," Ameerah smiled, and Elizabeth objectively acknowledged that the woman had a particularly displeasing smile. She glanced at Jack, and to her further annoyance saw that he was actually returning the woman's awful smile.
"Is it?" Elizabeth forced a smile on her own, suddenly realizing that she might be overreacting a bit. After all, nothing great had happened. Yet.
"Aye. I never thought I'd see the day," Ameerah tilted her head to the side, taking off her hat, and shaking her long, auburn hair free.
Elizabeth's first thought was to untie her bandanna and let her own hair fall freely over her shoulders, but fortunately she stopped herself before she let the ridiculous idea made her react in such a silly way.
"There are more things-" started Ragetti, but Pintel poked him in the side with a meaningful glare.
"Well," Jack took advantage of the distraction, quickly changing the course of the conversation. "As I said. We're in a hurry-"
"Is this any way to treat old friends?" Ameerah placed her hands on her hips in a playful gesture and then waved her hat at Jack and laughed.
Jack glanced at Elizabeth, and caught her looking at him. He could not quite decipher the expression in her eyes... But he could see there a long list of questions she was going to ask him once they were alone.
"Captain," Gibbs appeared on Jack's side, shooting a quick glance at Captain Fiero. "I think full speed would be in order if we're to-"
"Aye, exactly!" Jack tapped Gibbs on the shoulder, giving him a grateful look, and then shifting his eyes from him to Ameerah. "I'm afraid that if ye'd like to return to yer ship, luv," Jack paused, feeling Elizabeth's nails dig into his forearm, "ye'll have to do so now," he continued with a smile, "The Pearl is still the fastest ship in the Caribbean, so if we'll go with full speed, yer lovely boat will inevitably fall behind-"
"And yet I almost caught up with you!" Ameerah stepped closer to Jack, and completely ignoring Elizabeth's glare, brushed her outstretched hand over his shoulder.
Elizabeth stood so still that Jack had to look at her to make sure that she was still there.
"That ye did, however-"
Captain Fiero cut Jack off by putting on that insincerely carefree, nonchalant expression that Elizabeth knew quite well from many social gatherings that she had always dreaded to attend.
"Ah, don't worry 'bout that," she waved her hand on her ship dismissively. "I wouldn't miss hearing about yer latest adventures for anything," she said with deliberately accidental tenderness, that lingered only for a moment in her voice. Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at the display, wondering if Jack could see through it as well as she could. "I'm in no hurry," she said seriously, and then laughed, tucking her hair behind her ear. Jack smiled cautiously, not liking where the conversation was going. "I'll sail with ye wherever it is ye're going, an' then ye'll drop me on my ship on yer way back. Sounds delightful?" Ameerah smiled.
Elizabeth bit her lip, too annoyed to even roll her eyes. It was obvious that the woman was determined to stay on board, and she doubted that unless Jack would be willing to order for her to be threatened and escorted to her ship, there was a chance to free them from the unwanted company. She glanced at Jack. Hopefully unwanted.
"Oh, but ye see..." Jack tried to clear the look of uneasiness off his face. "We may take a different route back, different than this one, and if we take that other route back, then we'll be unable to deposit yer lovely self on yer ship, which will be on this route back, and not on the one we'll be taking," he explained with as much charm and politeness as possible, although he doubted it could help.
Ameerah wrinkled her nose, appearing to be deep in thought for a moment. But then her face brightened. "That's quite alright. We'll worry 'bout it later," she said with a smile, and ran to the railing, yelling orders to her crew.
Elizabeth hastily withdrew her hand from where it was laced through Jack's arm, and shoot him an aggravated look, which, in his opinion, was undeservedly hostile. "Well, I guess I'll leave you to your lovely old friends, then," she said in a low voice, spun around, and stormed off so quickly than before Jack managed to utter a word, she was already in the middle of the stairs leading below deck.
Jack ran his hand across his face with a sigh. He did not even do or say anything aggravating, and she was already aggravated. It did not bode well at all.
The Governor seeing little reason to stay on deck, followed Elizabeth, while James remained standing by the railing, giving Jack the look that, Jack had no doubt about it, must have earned him more enemies than any military actions.
"I do believe there are more interesting things to look at than me," he said impatiently, motioning for Gibbs to come, and keeping an eye on Ameerah who was still talking to her crew.
"For once you're right," agreed James with a smile, which quickly faded. He looked at Jack seriously for a moment, before finally taking a few steps toward him, until he stood right in front of him.
Jack took a step back, glancing right and left in search of assistance, but everybody was already scattered around the deck, following Gibbs' orders to prepare to sail with all haste and full speed.
"I will not allow you to hurt Elizabeth in any way," said James in a low voice.
Jack rolled his eyes, but then looked at James rather sternly. "And I will not have anybody, even the King, threatening me on me own ship. This is my ship, and... I am the king here," he added after a moment of consideration. James raised his eyebrows. "So if ye don't fancy walkin' the plank, please do step out of my way, 'cause I wish to speak with my wife who is now in my cabin, on my ship, which brings us back to the fact that it's my ship and I am the only one in charge of doing any threatening here. Savvy?"
"Jack!"
Jack froze, wriggling his fingers in the air and shooting James a hurt look, as if it was his fault. James shifted his eyes to Ameerah. Jack quickly pasted a smile on his face and turned around.
"Yer crew must've been devastated to learn 'bout yer plan to abandon them for a while," he said, narrowing his eyes with a smile, but before Ameerah managed to answer, Jack called, spotting Will and Bill Turner emerge from below the deck. "Ah! William!" And quickly swaggered into their direction.
Ameerah glanced at James and gave him a smile before following Jack.
"Isn't that curious," muttered James to himself, clasping his hands behind his back, and slowly turning around.
"Curious?" Ragetti, who was standing nearby, picked on the word, looking at James interestedly.
"Curious time for visiting," amended James with a flitting smile, and slowly walked away.
Pintel and Ragetti exchanged blank glances, before returning their attention to Jack who approached Will and his father, Ameerah following closely behind.
"Mr. Turner is the Pearl's newest reception committee... committeer," said Jack with a wave of his hand. Will knitted his eyebrows. "Always taking an excellent care of our guests, visitors... hostages and the like," he smiled cheerfully, unlike Will who shifted his eyes between Jack and Ameerah in slightly irritated confusion. "So I'll leave ye under his exceptional care, aye?"
Without waiting for anybody's reaction, Jack spun around and was gone in an instant.
Will glanced at his father who rubbed his forehead with a low chuckle.
"Well, let me introduce myself since Jack apparently failed to do so," said Ameerah with a smile that did not quite reach her eyes, as she tried, to no avail, brush the feeling of annoyance off her mind.
Governor Swann stood with his hands clasped behind his back, watching Elizabeth pace around the cabin with a frown on her face. From time to time she would pick up a drawing from the floor, put it into one of the drawers, or bend down reaching for a shirt that she would neatly fold, then toss it inconsiderately into the wardrobe.
"I wouldn't miss hearing about your latest adventures for anything," whispered Elizabeth in a mocking tone through her gritted teeth, throwing a boot that she had picked up from the floor toward the wardrobe so carelessly, that the Governor had to step abruptly to the side in order to avoid being hit by it.
"Elizabeth..." he started uncertainly, looking with wonder at his daughter, whom he could not remember seeing that irritated before.
"And yet I almost caught up with you!" Elizabeth picked up several drawings from the floor, and placed them in the drawer with such force, that the Governor half-expected the drawer to break.
"Elizabeth, is there really a good reason for-"
The knocking on the door cut the Governor off, and he looked at Elizabeth expectantly, but she did not move, only gave the door a grim look. The Governor cautiously turned around, and opened the door with a sigh.
Jack walked inside, hesitating between two approaches: starting to apologize right away (not that he had done anything, but still), or making Elizabeth aware that her behaviour was unjustified, hysterical, and ridiculous.
At the sight of him Elizabeth huffed in annoyance, spun around, marched into the bedroom, and slammed the door shut behind her. Jack winced at the sound.
"Well," the Governor gave him a faint smile. "I will leave you to discuss it in peace," he said heading for the door.
"In peace?" Jack repeated automatically with such sincere despair in his voice that the Governor's smile widened a bit. He glanced at Jack one more time, and left the cabin.
Barbossa sat back in his chair, his eyes fixed on Beckett who raised his eyebrows and then snorted. "All of you will die," he said in a blank tone. "This is only a matter of time," he added, looking unblinkingly into Barbossa's eyes.
"A strange threat to be made by somebody being held hostage," said Barbossa with a smile, squinting.
"And what do you intend to gain in return?" Beckett's eyed drifted toward the window, and straightening up in the chair to which he was tied. "Time?" he shifted his gaze back to Barbossa and smiled. "So they wish to retrieve the heart," he waited for a moment, but Barbossa did not say anything. "And then what? Do you think that Davy Jones will listen to you more eagerly than he listened to us?"
"He's a dangerous man to depend on. And it's always a mistake to depend on dangerous men," said Barbossa in a low voice.
"There are no dangerous men," Beckett gave him a slightly sardonic look, before returning his gaze to the window and the sea outside. "There are only dangerous choices."
Without taking his eyes off Beckett, Barbossa staggered to his feet but then his eyes flew to the door just in time to see it swing open, several people running into the cabin, and surrounding him almost immediately.
Beckett raised his eyebrows with a sigh that was meant to cover his annoyance at being seen in such a degrading state by the soldiers who promptly started untying him from the chair.
"The Black Pearl is gaining speed, sir," Mercer walked into the cabin, shooting a blank look at Barbossa, and approaching Beckett who rose from the chair, throwing a piece of rope that was tangled around his arm to the floor with a grimace. "Should we follow her?"
"Should we follow her?" Beckett almost glared at Mercer, glancing at Barbossa who was being escorted out of the cabin, his eyes locking with Beckett's for a moment long enough for Barbossa to acknowledge the ruse. Something was amiss. He had expected an attack, expected a commotion caused by the Black Pearl sailing away, something that must have attracted the Endeavor's attention since they had known that Cutler Beckett was on that ship. He had predicted they might have noticed Beckett being taken to the Silver Frenzy and attack her rather than follow the Pearl. However, everything had happened decidedly too fast to attribute the speed of the attack exclusively to the enemy's acuteness; not to mention that he had counted on the Silver Frenzy's crew to put more of a fight... Perhaps they had been caught off guard... which seemed strange considering that they had been expecting an attack. Obviously, Beckett had been prepared for a similar scenario. He had known. And he had something planned.
"I thought-" started Mercer, but Beckett cut him off, his next words reaching Barbossa's ears when he was already in the corridor.
"We will follow the Black Pearl with this ship. And have the Endeavor follow us, but at a safe distance. Let them sail for a while thinking that they are not chased after with all haste," added Beckett when the door closed behind the soldiers that had taken Barbossa to the brig.
"If I may, sir..." Mercer paused. Beckett looked at him expectantly. "What are we waiting for?" he asked, squinting.
Beckett brushed the dust off his sleeves. "We're waiting for the opportune moment, Mr. Mercer," he said with a hint of complacent irony in his voice. "We're waiting for the opportune moment to retrieve our new Captain of the Flying Dutchman from aboard the Black Pearl." He looked away with a smile. "This is going to be very entertaining, I assure you."
"Lizzie?" Jack called hesitantly, lightly knocking on the side cabin's door.
"Go away!" Elizabeth muffled voice answered him.
Jack rolled his eyes, and pressed the knob, half-expecting the door to be closed. Fortunately, it was open; he walked in, despite Elizabeth's huff of protest.
She was lying on the bed, and when he walked in she turned on her side, burying her face in a pillow, and pressing another pillow to her ear.
Jack smirked to himself, noiselessly taking off his coat, and throwing it over a chair. "Elizabeth, I really don't think I deserve to be treated in such a way," he risked making his voice sound a little impatient.
Elizabeth sat upright so quickly, that he stopped abruptly in his tracks, half-way toward the bed. "Oh, oh, so now I'm Elizabeth, and she is love!?" she said irritatedly, shooting him a glare, and then turning away from him once again and resuming her former position.
Jack blinked several times, slightly taken aback by the extent of Elizabeth's irritation. Slowly, he made his way to the bed and very cautiously sat down and then half-laid down, propping himself on an elbow right behind Elizabeth's back.
For a moment he just looked at the back of her head, her hair falling out from under the bandanna with which she had tied her hair. Slightly tilting his head forward he saw that she had her eyes open, and was staring at the window, forehead wrinkled, lips pursed, breathing slightly uneven.
He smiled to himself, and gently placed his chin on her shoulder. Elizabeth tossed her head, and looked at him irately, but he steadied her with his hand on her hip before she managed to snatch herself away from him.
"Lizzie darling, I really don't see any reason for you to be like that," he said, scooping her closer in one swift movement, causing the bandanna to slid off her hair completely. "Somebody whom I happen to know decided to pay us an unexpected visit. How is that my fault? And how is that a bad thing in the first place?" he asked with a small pout, wrapping his arm around Elizabeth, and not letting her turn away from him again.
Elizabeth snorted under her breath. "And just how well you know her?" she asked, looking at him intensely. He looked at her, not really knowing how to answer her question...
"Of course," Elizabeth smiled sourly. "Why do I even bother asking," she turned on her side once again, returning her gaze to the window. "Maybe I should just get used to it. We'll probably keep running into your old friends in every port we make," she muttered in an annoyed tone of voice.
Jack knitted his eyebrows, and encircled Elizabeth's waist, pressing her flush against him. She stifled a gasp, pushing away his hand that was tugging her shirt out of her breeches, and trying to sneak under the white fabric.
"Leave me alone," she hissed with half-hearted anger, struggling for a few more moments until she gave in and let him lay his outstretched hand flat on her stomach, from where it slowly traveled upwards.
"That was the most charming display of jealousy, luv, but-"
Elizabeth shot upright in bed once again. "She kissed you!" she shouted, hitting the mattress with her fists.
Jack widened his eyes at her. "She almost kissed me," he pointed out matter-of-factly.
"She would've kissed you if you didn't turn your head," said Elizabeth through her gritted teeth, looking at him unblinkingly.
"And you have to admit that it was very fortunate that I did turn my head, then." Jack risked a smile, but it only infuriated Elizabeth more.
"You find it amusing?! That I've been humiliated in front of everybody? My father, the entire crew?"
Jack's smile quickly turned into a frown. "Humiliated?" He reached for Elizabeth's hand to tug her closer, but she pushed his hand away.
"A woman appears on the deck of... of..." Elizabeth waved her hands, looking for the right words, "of my ship, my... home" she said at last, and Jack had to struggle not to smile, finding Elizabeth referring to the Pearl as her ship, as her home strangely exhilarating. Until then he had never thought that he might have felt so happy to hear somebody other than him claim the Pearl as theirs. "And she just walks up to my husband, and want to- No, not want to," Elizabeth huffed in annoyance, "she actually does kiss my husband! And how is that not humili-"
She trailed off, finding herself pinned to the bed, trapped under Jack's body, his hands keeping hers from pushing him away; his lips... on hers before she had the time to catch her breath.
She kissed him back only because kissing him back seemed easier than not kissing him back... and maybe also because her lips felt so cold, and his were so warm upon hers... and maybe because when he kissed her everything was turning bright... every thought, every memory bursting into flickers of light, making her feel so carefree, so safe... as if she was flying... and his arms were her wings, the only ones she needed to soar above the entire world... and the entire ocean...
She only half-acknowledged when he let go of her hands which automatically flew to his neck, and she wrapped her arms around him pulling him closer. His hands slid underneath her, lifting her for a moment long enough to help her pull her shirt over her head and toss it to the floor.
"If you'll let her kiss you again, I'll send you to the Locker with my own hands," she whispered, falling back onto the bed under the cascade of his kisses that swiftly took her breath away.
"Lips," corrected Jack with a hint of humor in his voice, drawing back to divest himself of his own shirt.
Elizabeth opened her eyes with a faint smile, taking in the sight of him. "Where did you get that?" she asked, struck by a memory, her hand flying to one of his bullet scares. "When we met in the past you had only one."
Jack leaned down, resting his forehead against hers. "Aren't ye too curious for yer own good, luv?"
Elizabeth frowned slightly at the unpleasant reminder. "Why did you call her "love"?" she asked, running her outstretched hands over his chest until they rested on his shoulders.
He kissed the tip of her nose and smiled at the familiar way in which she always seemed to jump from topic to topic, asking at once all kinds of questions.
"It's just a word, luv. It's the meaning behind the word that matters, and the meaning behind this word when I'm saying it to you is entirely different than when-"
Elizabeth pulled him down by his dreadlocks eliciting a small "oi" from him.
"I felt like somebody stabbed me when you said it," she said with sad sincerity, letting go of his dreadlocks, and running her fingertips across his face.
"Lizzie," Jack frowned, cupping her cheek with his hand. She tilted her head to the side and quickly kissed the palm of his hand, before returning her gaze to him, the pout still on her face. "If I knew that it might upset you so..." He leaned down, and brushed his lips along her collarbones. "And perhaps we could close that discussion altogether for the time being," he added, finding it highly disturbing to lay with his chest pressed against hers while Elizabeth's thoughts were apparently wandering where there was no need for them to wander.
She bit back a smile, and slowly raked her nails down his back. "Shouldn't you be at the helm? Or plotting a course? Or-"
He grinned before capturing her lips in an ardent kiss. "You're not throwing me out of me own bed, are you, Mrs. Sparrow?"
They kissed for a longer while, imprinting on each other's lips slow, burning kisses that made the cabin spin.
"I could keep you here," whispered Elizabeth, watching him through half-lidded eyes. "Although you'd have to give me a reason to do that," she added with a smirk.
"Ah, well" Jack smiled at her roguishly. "First and foremost, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."
"That's not a reason," stated Elizabeth resolutely, pursing her lips.
Jack brushed his lips against hers making her smile. "You'll soon find that it is," he said in a low voice. "Lizzie," he kissed her softly on the lips, and drew back. Elizabeth slowly opened her eyes. "My Lizzie," he said, lightly touching her lips with his. "My love, my wife, my darling," he whispered the words between the kisses, and she clung to him, not sure whether she felt more like crying or laughing. "My dusk and my dawn, my calm and my tempest..."
"Jack," she whispered in a barely audible voice, overwhelmed by the reverence in his tone, suddenly feeling silly for behaving the way she had, for ever even thinking that there was anything that could stand between them after all the disasters they had survived already, after all the things that he had done because of her, for her, for them.
"Shhh," he silenced her, brushing the backs of his ringed fingers across her lips. "I'm not finished yet," he added with a smile, but she could see the seriousness in his eyes, seriousness and peace she had not seen in his eyes before. "My sea and my shore..."
Despite the solemnity in his voice and in his eyes, Elizabeth did not manage to stifle a chuckle, and suddenly found herself laughing, although she tried very hard to stop.
Jack stared down at her, trying to keep the humor out of his voice. "May I enquire as to the reason for... yer fine mood, luv?"
"I'm sorry," Elizabeth cleared her throat, and looked at him as seriously as she could, indicating her readiness to continue listening. But as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, she burst into giggles once again. "I'm sorry," she managed to choke out.
"Nothing to be sorry about. It's not like you're laughing at your unclad husband when he's trying to express his love for you," said Jack in a pretendedly hurt tone of voice.
"That's not it," Elizabeth cradled his face in her hands and kissed him. "It's just... I read such confessions in books and always thought that they were ridiculously unrealistic."
"I highly doubt you read it anywhere, luv," replied Jack, slightly narrowing his eyes at her and tilting his head to the side, trapping one of her hands in between his cheek and his shoulder. "These are all my original ideas," he stated firmly, causing Elizabeth to laugh again.
"Oh Jack," Elizabeth brushed her thumbs over his lips with a thoughtful smile. "Just don't let us get lost again."
He leaned over her, resting his forehead against hers. "We won't, Lizzie. We won't."
There was something he did not know. There must have been something he did not understand. He was just missing something... How could he make her feel what he felt? How could he make her see, at least see, what he felt...
He inched his finger closer to the small, orange flame, a yellow candle melting in front of his eyes.
"Like a moth, and yet not quite."
He cringed and leaped to his feet, his colorless eyes scanning the semi-darkness.
Slowly, from the far corner of the room Calypso walked toward him, her dark hair longer than he remembered, her face freed from the shadow of grimness that used to hover over it. He squinted, but did not step away, holding her gaze with increasing arrogance.
"What are you doing here?" he asked in a blank voice, watching her warily. "You can't be here," he added in a lower tone.
She smiled. "I can be anywhere, everywhere," she said, stepping closer. "I am the sea," she breathed, and all of a sudden the room disappeared, and they were standing on a thin strip of land, the waves lapping on their feet. The man moved away from the waves, but they followed him. "Now, that I'm free I can be everywhere," amended Calypso, and there was a flash of anger in her eyes, but it was gone almost before he had the time to acknowledge it.
"Even the sea can't conquer death," he said sharply, glancing at the immaculately blue water with suppressed annoyance.
"And what is it dat Death can't conquer?" asked Calypso with a knowing smile, tilting her head to the side.
