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Slightly tipsy on rum, Elizabeth stumbles into the radio studio. She isn't too drunk that she is completely oblivious of her actions, and her words are clear enough. She is just drunk enough to brave the airwaves.

'Okay... what does that flash mean? Oh God! Hello...? Hello! I'm Miss Swann, but if I like you, you can call me Elizabeth, and if your name is Barbossa, you can call me Miss Turner. If you are, in fact, Mr Turner, then you can call me whatever you want.'

There is a short pause, then a click and the blast of music


I have heard that you can talk to me through the fireplace. I don't quite understand, especially since this is very sooty...
However, there's nothing wrong with trying. Oh, go on, try!'