"... are you really afraid of anything, Jack?" Elizabeth asked, looking over to the captain at the wheel of the ship.
"... what a question, Mrs. I-Married-A-Blacksmith-Whelp-Who-Turned-into-a-Helluva-Pirate Turner! Wha' brought that on?" Jack swiveled his head around to look at her.
"Oh, Will and I were talking about it last night in bed... he makes fun of me because... because I'm still..."
"Spit it out, darling..."
"... I'm afraid of the dark." Elizabeth frowned. "I know, I know, it's childish, especially after all that we have gone through, the three of us..."
Jack pondered this for a moment. "There is nothin' wrong wif bein' afraid of the dark. Many are, love. Won't ever do fer ye t' be swallowed by the Beastie, it's damn dark in there... and cold..." he joked.
Elizabeth turned away and bowed her head, "I'm sorry, Jack, I shouldn't have brought it up..."
The captain chuckled and said, "Izzy, dearest, ye know ye did wot ye had t' do... I'm not mad at ye... anymore!"
She turned back around and asked, softly, "... were you afraid, then, Jack?" There was a long pause as the wind pummeled them both, the sails above their heads snapping and cracking like so much wood. It was like she was hearing the horrible sound all over again... the cracking of the timbers as the Pearl was taken to the depths, along with her companion and friend. Elizabeth fought back tears.
Jack looked at her solemnly, "Aye. I was afraid... but the Beastie is dead and we don't have t' worry 'bout it anymore, eh?" He brightened, "C'mon, now, ye asked me if I were afraid of anythin'... yeah, I am... " the captain admitted.
Elizabeth tried to brighten up, also, and asked, "Alright, what?"
Jack grabbed his dreadlocks with one hand and waved them at her and winked. "Tentacles! Anything wif tentacles."
"Like these?" Elizabeth smiled and tugged at the braids on his chin.
He frowned. Jack hadn't thought of that. He went back to the original subject, fidgeting a little as he turned the ship's wheel.
"...An' spiders. I hates spiders..." He shuddered. This time he meant it. He wrinkled his nose in true distaste. This coming from a man who thought nothing of fighting skeletal cursed pirates and wearing a shrunken head dangling from his belt.
Elizabeth laughed at him... spiders...she would have to remember that one, she thought, mischieviously.
"Spiders..." repeated the legendary Captain Jack Sparrow, with a shiver clear down to his boots, "... Eeewwww, ICK!"