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"Elizabeth?" repeated my father. I nodded mechanically. It didn't really register in my mind that he was my father until many seconds later.

"Why, Elizabeth," said Governor Swann in the same mixed voice, now a little concerned and delighted as well, speaking faster and faster. "What are you doing here? How did you get here? My goodness, you look so filthy! Poor child, you must have been on this ship for months! Oh, but thank God you're all right! How I've missed you--everyone thought you were--"

I stared at him blankly. Yes, everyone thought I was dead. Everyone thought Will and I had died in the hurricane that badly damaged a Royal Navy ship when we were returning to Port Royal to be married. But we hadn't. We had drifted to no other ship than the Pearl.

"Elizabeth? Are you all right?"

I shook myself out of my thoughts and turned my attention back to my father, swallowing a little.

"Yes," I said. "Yes, father, I'm fine."

"Good," he sighed. I turned my head to look at the man on the other side of Beckett, and my heart gave a little jolt. Norrington. Rage surged in me as I remembered selfish he had been, taking the heart of Davy Jones. I highly doubted he had even cared about the East India Trading Company. He had only wanted his title back, his reputation. How selfish.

You were no better.

"Miss Swann," said Norrington, nodding curtly.

I narrowed my eyes and said nothing.

I can't believe they think I'm still just a damsel in distress, trapped on a pirate ship! Are these men blind? Can't they see that I'm a part of this?

"Elizabeth, dear," said my father awkwardly, "why don't you come aboard the Dauntless? We'll take you home as soon as we can, I'm sure you haven't had a proper meal in ages--" he looked around the perfectly beautiful ship with distaste "--and you must tell me what has happened since the hurricane--"

"No," I said flatlly.

Father blinked.

"What? Elizabeth, don't be silly, come aboard."

Will just had to choose that precise moment to appear.

"Ah, Mr. Turner," said Father, Beckett, and Norrington all at the same time. Will looked rather taken aback.

"Governor," he said politely but just as curtly as Norrington, nodding. "Commodore, Lord Beckett."

"This is good news," said Father. "You can both come at once. I don't think you're married yet; there'll be a wedding immediately. Come along now."

"No," I said firmly. "I'm not going back, can't you see?"

And it finally--finally--dawned on them. I believed Beckett had probably already figured it out.

"But, Elizabeth--" said Father, still a little disbelieving.

"Father, this is what I want. I'm not sorry."

"Miss Swann, we granted you clemency after that battle months ago," said Norrington. "Is this how you thank us?"

The words sounded oddly familiar.

"I don't want the clemency!" I shouted. "I'm sick of living like that! I'm staying here. I'm staying here with Jack."

Norrington did not look too surprised, but Father was shocked.

"I'm not going to live as someone who was granted clemency because of who her father was, because her reputation would not be ruined. You granted me clemency and you are about to unfairly arrest Jack, I assume. No. I'm not going to live that way. I'm not going back to Port Royal. I'm not going to go back. And we're in the middle of a battle now, so please excuse me!" I turned to leave.

"Elizabeth!" said Father, furious now. "What are you talking about--"

"I meant what I said," I said firmly.

"You have made your choice, then," said Beckett coldly. I glared at him evenly.

"It was my choice to make." I walked below deck to the cannons again.

"You have two minutes to leave my ship," said Jack. "I will be counting."

The rest of whatever they may have said was lost to the explosion of the cannons.