Jack: You've thrown out the rum!
Elizabeth: Yes, the rum is gone.
Jack: Why is the rum gone?
Elizabeth: Firstly it's a vile drink that makes even the most respectable men act like scoundrels.
Secondly, that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire royal navy is out looking for me. Do you even think there is the slightest chance they won't see it?
Jack: But why is the rum gone?!