<div style="text-align: justify;">Elizabeth was happy to be ashore for a while. It wasn't always that they had the chance to spend a few days off the ship and simply enjoy themselves. Sure, she had gotten some work done. She had stocked up on her herbs and bandages, as pirates were bound to always need those when they got injured or sick. After that, though, she had decided to have some fun.<br/><br/>After seeing a few people around - those coastal towns were great place to meet acquaintances at certain times of the year -, Elizabeth finally made her way to the pub.<br/><br/>It seemed to be pretty crowded, and, even though she was sober, as it was her usual, Elizabeth soon felt that she was catching the bug of all the joy and excitement. To hell with scruples, you only have one life before Davy Jones takes you, she thought to herself.<br/><br/>When she heard a well known voice ask <span style="font-style: italic">'What are we?'</span>, she let her voice join all the others that shouted <span style="font-style: italic">'Pirates'</span> in response, despite not joining in the dancing. She would prefer to watch that part of the fun from a small distance.</div>