"Jack Sparrow does not know what he wants or he longs to claim something as his own"
These words echoed in Jack's head days after Tia Dalma's explanation of why his compass wouldn't work, as he stared longingly at Elizabeth standing at the rail. He knew Elizabeth belonged to Will, but he just couldn't help wanting her for his own. This was the thing he wanted to claim and wouldn't trust anyone to know, it was torture.
His eyes shot open, as he slowly realized where he was, not on his own ship or looking at his beloved Elizabeth. Captain Jack Sparrow was looking into nothing, a vast emptiness, with nothing to keep him company, but his thoughts and longings.
Damn it to bloody hell! It was all a dream and continuous torture for me.
For Jack realized he was still standing in one place, the locker and would probably never get out.
She thought she'd never see anything so horrifying in her life until she saw this monster. The tentacles that had almost dragged her to her death were slimy and foul smelling. Luck was with her that day or was it not? Was she saved just so she could send Jack to the depths?
Tears streamed down her face and no matter what she did every time Jack was mentioned or his face appeared in her dreams the tears would start up again. She could hear Jack's voice in her head daring her to come find him.
Oh Jack where could you be?
I'm right here luv, just waiting for you to come find ol' Jack. His cocky smile curling his lips when he thought of what Will would say when he offered to take Elizabeth off his hands. The thought of a pirate and the governor's daughter together forever brought warmth to Jack's unbeating heart.
Elizabeth had absolutely no clue what would happen after she got involved with the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. She knew she hadn't seen the last of him yet, savvy?