The sound of metal scraping metal is loud in the silence, and every pirate in the damp and dimly lit cell turns to look at Norrington, stubbornly impassive.

Elizabeth, surrounded by her crew, stands tall and proud. She'd been brooding over the conversation with Bootstrap, but Norrington's appearance scatters her thoughts. Her expression matches those of the rest, and though she's only been their captain for a matter of hours, in this case, it's very much a united front.

No one says a word.