#anyway if it turns out there's deleted scenes after all these years of jimothy n & elizabeth sniping at each other on the Pearl in DMC;

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drabble meme: either 34 (stars) or 67 (playing the melody) with dealer's choice for characters? :)

34. stars

“You’re not nearly as quiet as you think, you know,” said Elizabeth in the dark, dropping down to the deck of the Pearl besides the still-filthy rag-pile that had, in another life, been James Norrington.

“Neither are you,” he replied.

She replied that she had not been trying to be quiet, and he, bad-temperedly, half-slurred, said that while the moon and stars were in the sky she might try it.

This was new, and she could not say she liked it; she did not have to put up with it, either. Elizabeth sat in the dark a few moments longer, and after the rag-pile offered neither an apology nor a snore, she slunk back below.

67. playing the melody

“All the truly fashionable men in London, Captain Norrington,” said Elizabeth, hitting a wrong note on the harpsichord with such deliberation as (she hoped) to have successfully convinced most of Port Royal that it had been correct, and Bach’s composition to have been flawed, “Have taken up the flute – or so my cousins took great pains to tell me.”

Captain Norrington made a polite noise at her. She supposed this to be significant, but could scarcely say: since her return to Port Royal from England, he’d been another man entirely – or perhaps she was a different person entirely, since she had been gone a year to see her family and be paraded around all the drawing rooms of London to see who would best suit pretty, polished Miss Swann and her father’s thousands of pounds. She was not too sorry to have turned up her nose at the one or two who had convinced her Aunt Bertram – even if one of them would have been a baronet someday – even if it had meant her father looked at her more carefully now, as though he was not always quite sure what he was seeing.

But she had been silent too long, and Captain Norrington cleared his throat and, after he had turned the page for her, asked quietly: “If you had rather another attendant, Miss Swann –?”

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