Author's Note: After watching the movie I felt the need to write this pairing and there was no better place to post it than here ;D

Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean or the characters within it.

He felt the tides wash against him as he blinked a few times trying to adjust to the sunlight above him. It was glaring down at him as he felt his head throb in pain and his body numb and uncooperative. He groaned lightly as he tried to at least move his toes against the light waves.

He tried to remember what happened, he tried to remember where he was but nothing was recalled. He wanted to call out for help, he wanted to scream out in pain, but he couldn't; his throat was dry and the only voice that came out was cracked and low.

He closed his eyes and prayed. He prayed God would give him back his strength. He prayed God would send someone to help him. He prayed God would help him remember what happened.

He turned his head sideways and saw crows caw around him and he looked back up at the blinding sun. Was he going to meet his fate soon? He closed his eyes as he tried to clench his fist but he couldn't; he felt numb.

He felt his chest suddenly tighten and he tried to gasp for air. He closed his eyes tightly as flashes of images appeared through his mind as pain erupted on his body.

She couldn't breathe as she tried to take in as much air as she could from the thin, closed line in the glass coffin. She lightly banged her hand against the glass and she saw him staring at her.

Before she knew it, he was right next to next opening the glass coffin with a sword. Once air entered, she took in a huge breath feeling it would be her last. She could see the zombie take away his sword and she hastily closed her eyes and took one last breath before the lid would close.

When she opened her eyes she was surprised to see his eyes on hers and a book, his book, holding the lid open. She placed her hand lightly on the glass, facing him properly.

He was different. He was not like the others. He was different, and she was sure about it.

He watched as they carried her away and he instantly grabbed his belongings and followed them. There was a weird sensation that was all over his mind and body; he felt the need to protect her. Even though he was in danger himself, he felt the need to save her.

A tear escaped his eye as air began to fill his lungs. He inhaled a mouthful of air and coughed harshly from his dry throat. His request from God was granted and he was slowly gaining his memory in a painful manner, as if he God was torturing him.

He was breathing harshly as he forcefully tried to curl his toes and clench his fist. He wasn't paralyzed and he was sure of that, but his body wasn't responding to his needs. Pain once again erupted through his body and he winced at the sudden feeling. He never felt such pain in his life. He was familiar with starvation and fatigue, but not with the feeling of being on fire.

He let out a silent scream of anguish as more images started to flash though his mind.

He immediately took off his shirt and kneeled down to cover her. He gritted his teeth in anger from the feasting eyes of the pirates. Had they no shame?

He could see Blackbeard approach them and he felt her shiver beneath him. She was frightened and so was he, but he had his faith in God and he knew God would protect them.

"Continue to walk for the rest of the journey" his rough voice filled the air

She stood up slowly and he watched her closely and carefully, afraid she might fall. And she did.

"I can't" she croaked

"You walk or die" snapped Blackbeard

He immediately placed a hand under her knee and another hand on her back and picked her up. She was light as a feather and he made sure to place his hands in the appropriate places. He didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable.

He avoided eye contact with her. If he laid his eyes on one her, he wasn't sure if he was able to look away. He couldn't find an exact word to define her and her beauty. He shook his head lightly and prayed that God would protect him of the devil that was in his mind.

He couldn't hold it any longer and he stole a gaze.

His fingers finally moved as he grabbed a handful of sand and his toes curled against the waves. It was slowly coming back to him and he was suddenly aware of his surroundings.

He remembered the feeling of the blade slicing through his skin. He remembered the feeling of each heavy step he took to reach her. He remembered how she looked pale and weak. He begged God to save her even if it meant God had to take his life.

He would willingly give his live just to save hers.

He remembers her lips. He remembers it clearly. He asked for forgiveness and she responded with a kiss as a form of acceptance. Leaning into each other they kissed, a tender meeting of the lips. Arms encircling bodies, they drew closer. The kissing became deeper and she pulled him down the water with her.

He placed a hand on his head as his mind seemed to be in a sudden blackout. He couldn't remember what happened after she kissed him. Hazy images of mermaids circling them underwater as she pressed her hand against his wound. After that he couldn't remember anything except the pain that lingered.

His fingers slowly went under his shirt and traced the wound that has now turned into a healed lump.

"Syrena" he whispered dryly

She saved him but where was she now? Was she waiting in the water?

He wanted to lift up his body but he had no strength to do so as the pain erupted once again.

He wanted to see her. He had to see her. He tried to calm himself as he took deep breaths before he started to move his body slowly. After a few attempts of sitting up, he fell back at the sand breathing heavily.

He felt lightheaded and his breath was shortening. A tear trickled down the side of his face as he looked at the sky.

"God, please protect her" he whispered hoarsely

Before passing out a figure appeared above him and looked down at him. The face was familiar, but he was not in a state to identify the figure. He took one last breath before he closed his eyes.

"Gibbs is this lad living?"

"Looks like it, but he may not be in good shape"

"Carry him along, he shall be a member of the crew"

"But we have no ship"

"We have the Black Pearl…In a bottle…Which will soon be released if I may say so"

"How would you do that?

"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow"

Author's Note: It's my first time writing with such wonderful characters and I would love to know your opinions about it. If you want a continuation of it, let me know :)