Jack held the severed sword in his hand, clenching his fist around it tightly. He tore his gaze away from the organ in front of him to stare over at Elizabeth, who was draped over William in a mess of tears and blood. Jack grounded his teeth together, torn. He could stab the heart, and live forever. Undead. As captain of the Flying Dutchman. Or, he could walk away and save his own life... And thereby condemn two of his closest friends to death.
The pirate cursed mentally, looking down at the still-beating heart again. Time was running out for Will. He gripped the blade tighter, willing himself to do the deed.
Coward! he hissed at himself when the blade refused to go lower. Jack looked up again, wincing at Will's rapidly paling face. His thoughts ran in wild abandon through his mind. Who would take care of his heart? For whoever stabbed Jones must take the man's place as captain. He immediately thought of Elizabeth. Would she?
Jack glanced over at the blonde woman, who was urging Will to stay with her, to stay alive. He doubted she'd watch over his heart as it pulsed away inside a chilly old chest. Yet, there was still that foolish hope that she would.
Watch over my heart, Elizabeth, he thought, steeling himself to do the deed. It's always belonged to you.
