"Cheers," said Jack Sparrow, raising his glass to his two friends and traveling companions, Elizabeth Swann and Will Turner.
Elizabeth laughed, a beautiful sound, much like the twinkling of a wind-chime, raised her glass, and repeated, "Cheers."
Will tossed back his black-brown curls, eyes twinkling, and smiled, "Cheers."
They sipped their glasses in harmony, relishing the moment.
Jack sighed. "Well, not that this wasn't fun…but I'm going to bed." Hoping to give the two some much-needed time alone, he walked back down the hallway to his room.
"Good night, Jack!" chorused the lovers, each facing the other with an adoring smile.
"Captain!" he called joyfully from the back.
"So," Elizabeth began, but halted when she looked at Will. His face was pale, the smile slowly fading.
"Will?"
"Elizabeth…" he winced. " It's dark… it hurts… I can't see…"
His eyes rolled back into his head as he collapsed onto the table in front of him.
"Will!" Elizabeth screamed.
She ran to his motionless form on the other side of the table.
"Will, wake up!" she cried as she turned him over—gasping when she saw his face.