Even in Death
Even in death, Jack felt content. The icy press of the water dragging him further and further away from the tinted light had little effect on him and the numb sensation claiming his body was as insignificant as if it were overtaking a complete stranger. Already he could feel himself becoming detached from the world of the living, his lifeblood draining from his body with each weakening thud of his heart.
Despite all of this, despite him seeing death's black shadow hovering just beyond the veil of water waiting to claim him, he remained unconcerned. She was with him and so he was not worried.
He could feel her, could hear her last sounds as she slowly plummeted into the inky void of the sea. Her groans as her timbers shifted beneath the weight of the water were all that could generate any stressed emotion from him. Feebly, he reached into the darkness and sought to comfort her. His hand brushed a piece of her rail and he closed his eyes. She was crying, he could feel it in her quivering form.
Easy lass, I'm here.
As if she could hear and understand his whispered thought, the ship settled and ceased fighting the forces dragging her down. Jack released the breath he had been holding.
Death he could accept, so long as his beloved rested with him.