Jack, Will, and Elizabeth were all viciously fighting with the immortal beings. Jack was fighting with Barbossa. Will and Elizabeth were fighting together to fend off the enemy long enough time for Jack to get the perfect opportunity to throw the amulet in. When Jack finally got it, he cut his palm and let his blood flow onto the gold. Then he distracted Barbossa long enough to throw the gold to Will. Will did the same as Jack but Barbossa saw what he was doing and went after him. Jack quickly pulled out his pistol and shot Barbossa but what he didn't realize was that the bullet passed completely through Barbossa and hit Will in the shoulder.
Barbossa dropped dead because Will managed to toss the amulet in just before he was shot and lifted the curse. "WILL!," Elizabeth screamed when she saw Will lurch backward and drop to the ground in a crumpled heap. Jack also called out to Will and then they both rushed to his side simultaneously. "E-elizab-beth h-he-help!," Will manage to gasp out. "Elizabeth find some cloth, I will go and get some water," Jack ordered. Elizabeth left then quickly returned with some old clothes she found in the cave. "Will I have to clean out the wound. It's going to hurt, but I will try to be gentle," Elizabeth promised him. "Do you know what your doing?," Jack asked suspiciously. "Jack, my father is governor and frequently helps with the injured navy men. I have seen many injuries like this and I know how to treat them," she snapped. "Ok, ok, I surrender," Jack said sarcastically as he held up his hand in the air.
Elizabeth gently washed out the wound. "Jack, tear some of the clothes into long strips," she ordered. Jack quickly cut the clothes in to long strips and gathered up the left overs. "Now hand me the left over cloth, quickly," Elizabeth said over Will's painful screams and moans. Once she got the left over cloth she gently packed them in to the wound to stop the bleeding. Then she took a few of the long strips and tightly secured the packing in place. "Will, I have to bind your arm to your side to set the bones back in place," Elizabeth told Will before she started. First she set the bones in there proper places cause his should was broken in various places. Then she securely bound his arm to his side. Through out the whole entire process Will screamed out in pain. The pain for him was almost unbearable.
"We need to get him back to the ship," Elizabeth told Jack. " No problem lass, I'll carry him,' Jack told her as he bent over and gently scooped Will up into his arms. They walked over to the boat and Jack gently laid Will in Elizabeth's lap after she climbed into the boat. Jack rowed as hard as he could and soon reached the Black Pearl. "Jack! What happened?," They all yelled at one point or another. "I-I shot Barbossa and the bullet went clean through him and hit Will," Jack stammered. "It will be fine Jack, we just need to get back to Port Royal. Then my father and his men can help him," Elizabeth told him. Jack quickly carried Will down to one of the rooms below deck and gently laid him in the bed.
"Rest well Will," Jack said before he left the room. Elizabeth stayed at Will's side during the whole three day sail back to Port Royal. During those three days Will's condition slowly worsened. His breathing became shorter and shallower and he caught a severe fever. "Father, fetch the doctor quickly!," She begged as she burst into the house with Will cradled in her arms. "Elizabeth, what happened?," her father asked. "He was shot father. Please, go get the doctor quickly!," she pleaded with him. Her father did what she asked and quickly retrieved the doctor. While she waited for her father to return with the doctor she gently wiped off the sweat from Will's forehead with a damp cloth. He softly moaned when she touched him but other then that there had been no other reaction from him for three days.
"Oh, thank God you finally came!," Elizabeth said when her father returned with the doctor. "Thankfully I got here when I did. By some miracle the bullet struck where it did. Because if it would have hit any lower it would have hit his lung and killed him," the doctor explained as he examined the wound. "Can you help him?," Elizabeth begged. "Yes, I can help him. But I have one question. Who bandaged the wound?," he asked. "I did, why?," Elizabeth replied shyly. "I asked because if it hadn't of been bandaged that way he would have bled to death," the doctor told her. "Now, it will be a while until this wound finally heals. I don't want him doing anything stupid," he warned as he cleaned out the wound and put in a drainage tube . After he put in the tube he closed the wound, bandaged Will's hand, and bound his arm to his side again. "Bless you doctor! When will he wake?," Elizabeth said enthusiastically.
"Oh, thank God you finally came!," Elizabeth said when her father returned with the doctor. "Thankfully I got here when I did. By some miracle the bullet struck where it did. Because if it would have hit any lower it would have hit his lung and killed him," the doctor explained as he examined the wound. "Can you help him?," Elizabeth begged. "Yes, I can help him. But I have one question. Who bandaged the wound?," he asked. "I did, why?," Elizabeth replied shyly. "I asked because if it hadn't of been bandaged that way he would have bled to death," the doctor told her. "Now, it will be a while until this wound finally heals. I don't want him doing anything stupid," he warned as he cleaned out the wound and put in a drainage tube . After he put in the tube he closed the wound, bandaged Will's hand, and bound his arm to his side again. "Bless you doctor! When will he wake?," Elizabeth said enthusiastically.
"Soon, and when he does come and get me," the doctor ordered. And, when he does wake put some ice on the wound . It will be terribly painful," the doctor told her before he left the room. Shortly after the doctor left Jack quietly entered the room. "How's he doing?," Jack asked as he sat down in the chair next to Elizabeth. "He's doing better. His breathing isn't as shallow and his fevers broke," she told him.
"Elizabeth, I will never be able to forgive myself for what I've done to him," Jack said sadly. "Oh, Jack if you hadn't of shot Barbossa he would have killed us all," Elizabeth said sympathetically. "But I should have aimed better and I wouldn't have hit Will," Jack said as he laid his head in his hands. "Jack, there are lots of things we should have done, but if we waste time worrying about them, then we miss more things that we should do," she told him. Jack gave up at that point. He knew Elizabeth was right, and he knew he shouldn't worry about it.
Barbossa dropped dead because Will managed to toss the amulet in just before he was shot and lifted the curse. "WILL!," Elizabeth screamed when she saw Will lurch backward and drop to the ground in a crumpled heap. Jack also called out to Will and then they both rushed to his side simultaneously. "E-elizab-beth h-he-help!," Will manage to gasp out. "Elizabeth find some cloth, I will go and get some water," Jack ordered. Elizabeth left then quickly returned with some old clothes she found in the cave. "Will I have to clean out the wound. It's going to hurt, but I will try to be gentle," Elizabeth promised him. "Do you know what your doing?," Jack asked suspiciously. "Jack, my father is governor and frequently helps with the injured navy men. I have seen many injuries like this and I know how to treat them," she snapped. "Ok, ok, I surrender," Jack said sarcastically as he held up his hand in the air.
Elizabeth gently washed out the wound. "Jack, tear some of the clothes into long strips," she ordered. Jack quickly cut the clothes in to long strips and gathered up the left overs. "Now hand me the left over cloth, quickly," Elizabeth said over Will's painful screams and moans. Once she got the left over cloth she gently packed them in to the wound to stop the bleeding. Then she took a few of the long strips and tightly secured the packing in place. "Will, I have to bind your arm to your side to set the bones back in place," Elizabeth told Will before she started. First she set the bones in there proper places cause his should was broken in various places. Then she securely bound his arm to his side. Through out the whole entire process Will screamed out in pain. The pain for him was almost unbearable.
"We need to get him back to the ship," Elizabeth told Jack. " No problem lass, I'll carry him,' Jack told her as he bent over and gently scooped Will up into his arms. They walked over to the boat and Jack gently laid Will in Elizabeth's lap after she climbed into the boat. Jack rowed as hard as he could and soon reached the Black Pearl. "Jack! What happened?," They all yelled at one point or another. "I-I shot Barbossa and the bullet went clean through him and hit Will," Jack stammered. "It will be fine Jack, we just need to get back to Port Royal. Then my father and his men can help him," Elizabeth told him. Jack quickly carried Will down to one of the rooms below deck and gently laid him in the bed.
"Rest well Will," Jack said before he left the room. Elizabeth stayed at Will's side during the whole three day sail back to Port Royal. During those three days Will's condition slowly worsened. His breathing became shorter and shallower and he caught a severe fever. "Father, fetch the doctor quickly!," She begged as she burst into the house with Will cradled in her arms. "Elizabeth, what happened?," her father asked. "He was shot father. Please, go get the doctor quickly!," she pleaded with him. Her father did what she asked and quickly retrieved the doctor. While she waited for her father to return with the doctor she gently wiped off the sweat from Will's forehead with a damp cloth. He softly moaned when she touched him but other then that there had been no other reaction from him for three days.
"Oh, thank God you finally came!," Elizabeth said when her father returned with the doctor. "Thankfully I got here when I did. By some miracle the bullet struck where it did. Because if it would have hit any lower it would have hit his lung and killed him," the doctor explained as he examined the wound. "Can you help him?," Elizabeth begged. "Yes, I can help him. But I have one question. Who bandaged the wound?," he asked. "I did, why?," Elizabeth replied shyly. "I asked because if it hadn't of been bandaged that way he would have bled to death," the doctor told her. "Now, it will be a while until this wound finally heals. I don't want him doing anything stupid," he warned as he cleaned out the wound and put in a drainage tube . After he put in the tube he closed the wound, bandaged Will's hand, and bound his arm to his side again. "Bless you doctor! When will he wake?," Elizabeth said enthusiastically.
"Oh, thank God you finally came!," Elizabeth said when her father returned with the doctor. "Thankfully I got here when I did. By some miracle the bullet struck where it did. Because if it would have hit any lower it would have hit his lung and killed him," the doctor explained as he examined the wound. "Can you help him?," Elizabeth begged. "Yes, I can help him. But I have one question. Who bandaged the wound?," he asked. "I did, why?," Elizabeth replied shyly. "I asked because if it hadn't of been bandaged that way he would have bled to death," the doctor told her. "Now, it will be a while until this wound finally heals. I don't want him doing anything stupid," he warned as he cleaned out the wound and put in a drainage tube . After he put in the tube he closed the wound, bandaged Will's hand, and bound his arm to his side again. "Bless you doctor! When will he wake?," Elizabeth said enthusiastically.
"Soon, and when he does come and get me," the doctor ordered. And, when he does wake put some ice on the wound . It will be terribly painful," the doctor told her before he left the room. Shortly after the doctor left Jack quietly entered the room. "How's he doing?," Jack asked as he sat down in the chair next to Elizabeth. "He's doing better. His breathing isn't as shallow and his fevers broke," she told him.
"Elizabeth, I will never be able to forgive myself for what I've done to him," Jack said sadly. "Oh, Jack if you hadn't of shot Barbossa he would have killed us all," Elizabeth said sympathetically. "But I should have aimed better and I wouldn't have hit Will," Jack said as he laid his head in his hands. "Jack, there are lots of things we should have done, but if we waste time worrying about them, then we miss more things that we should do," she told him. Jack gave up at that point. He knew Elizabeth was right, and he knew he shouldn't worry about it.