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And that’s the tea!

— gif starter for @revivedmind Watching The Scarlett Witch demonstrate her powers, Elizabeth felt confidence she’d enlisted a great ally.

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The Pirate King ~is~ quite hungry. “I’d be delighted, My Lord.”

She smiled courteously and sat before him, yet noticed the man hung from the cross in the corner of the room. “Might I ask where it comes from?” A skeptical brow rose.

Elizabeth couldn’t resist turning to face Reek. She gazed upon the Lord’s victim, then turned her attention back to Ramsay. “As it would seem. You are indeed most generous. Tell me Lord Bolton, did you hunt this meal yourself?”

That vile rum. Always turning the most respectable men into complete scoundrels.

Ah, she definitely should have rid the ship of the drink. Just like the time she used it to signal him as she and Sparrow were marooned. Some time ago. Much had changed since, she reminded herself.

Perhaps she should see the appeal for herself. She snatches the rum away, takes a swig, and grimaces. Vile. Absolutely vile.

“High Pirate Couture, indeed.”

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Elizabeth could use some new friends. She arrives at #DivineFifties and waves at the TL. “Hello there!”

As the only pirate in the room, she slinks away, hoping not to be the prime suspect.