"Your what?"

"My brother," Elizabeth repeated.

"Who?" Will wondered if she’d changed the subject.

"Commodore Norrington, of course!"

"But," Will began. "But . . ."

"Will, you look as though you’ve seen a ghost. Well. Another one."

Will struggled for words. "I—I thought Norrington—"

"—Commodore Norrington—"

"—wanted to marry you?"

"Oh, yes."

"Then. . . ." Will was deeply worried.

"What’s wrong, Will?"

Will looked miserably at his fiancée. First pirates, now . . . this. Maybe Norrington had had the right idea. Well, the right idea about not marrying Elizabeth. Wrong idea about—

"Will?"

"That’s incest!" Will said in horror.

Elizabeth was perplexed. "Of course," she said. "We’re British."