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MALAYSHA WATCHED WITH SAD EYES as Will disappeared down into the forward cargo hold, going after Elizabeth. It was her fault, really, for going and getting a crush on a man that was already in love with someone else. But she knew she wasn't insane. She knew Will must've felt something for her too — his feelings for Elizabeth were just older and stronger.
"You look pathetic," AnaMaria said from behind the wheel.
Mal scoffed and crossed her arms, looking away from the entrance to the cargo hold. "I'm Jack Sparrow's daughter. I never look pathetic."
"And yet here you are," she said flatly. "Looking more pathetic over a boy than worried about your father who's walked into his death."
"He hasn't walked into his death," Mal said, not doubting it for a moment. "He has information Barbossa wants. Information that'll keep him alive. Then he'll worm his way free. He always does."
"And can you live with yourself if he doesn't? Choosing Will over Jack?"
Malaysha cut her eyes to AnaMaria, spotting the mischievous smirk on her face. Both knew the older woman didn't give a damn about Jack. She was just torturing Mal.
"I didn't choose Will," she muttered. "I chose to help Elizabeth, which is exactly what we set out to do. And now it's over. Will's going back to Port Royal with her, and I'll find a way back to Father."
Even just saying that Will was leaving her behind made her sad. Her eyes nearly watered, but AnaMaria spotted it and punched her hard.
"Don't go wasting precious mermaid tears on the likes of him," she said sharply. "Your kind are killed for less."
Malaysha groaned and rubbed her eyes. "I know. I know. I'll get over it. Thank you, AnaMaria," she said just as Elizabeth came back above deck. Mal eyed the entrance to the cargo hold longingly.
AnaMaria got impatient, waiting for Mal to make a decision. "You know you're going to ignore me and go down there anyway."
Mal shot her a childish look before going just that, it not going unnoticed by Elizabeth as she sought out Will. He was sitting on a crate across from the stairs, his head in his hands.
But when he heard her footsteps, he looked up quickly with cold eyes — he was expecting Elizabeth. When he saw it was Mal, his gaze softened.
