Will watched, his heart in his throat, as Elizabeth climbed the ratlines into the rigging. Only a few feet off the deck, one foot slipped, and she kicked awkwardly for purchase.
Will would've rushed to assist her, but Jack held him back, shaking his head. "Let her find her wings."
For one dizzying moment, it appeared she would fall, but she caught herself and continued her ascent, scrambling lightly over the ropes.
When she reached the fighting top, she leaned back, swinging in the wind, and laughed, clear and high.
Jack grinned. "See? If you give her space, she'll fly."
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