Horror shook all drowsiness out of Geneviève. She didn't know what to do or what to think. Jack… she should not have lured Jack into a false sense of security. She knew better. She knew. The effects of rum…

Jack was stirring. He let out a groan, the expanse of his back swelling. With a sigh, he rolled over. When saw Geneviève, he smiled passively.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Rough night and a poundin' headache to boot. But it was worth it in the end, eh?" he said. His breath smelled heavily of rum and that rather unpleasant flavor of morning after.

"You…you remember it then?" Geneviève whispered sheepishly. Her hands crept down to the sheets and she pulled them to her chest. Jack nodded, then leaned back against the headboard. A deep sigh rumbled from his chest.

"Will. You kept calling me Will," Jack sighed nonchalantly.

Geneviève snapped to attention. Her whole body went rigid. "I…what?"

"You heard me. William. You thought I was Will," said Jack, becoming more serious now. He turned to face her, his black ringed eyes boring into her skull. "Normally I would say just go for it. But I know Will and Elizabeth very well," he mused. "We are pirates, born to cheat and lie and steal. But this," he trailed off, and then sat straight up to face her. All effect of disinterest was gone, and there was angry fire in his eyes as he spoke again. "You know of dear Elizabeth. You met her. Will has a child on the way, a child that without, you would not be aboard this ship. Have you no pity?" Jack growled.

Jen hung her head in shame. But of course, she knew her wrong. It had haunted the back of her mind for almost the whole voyage. But to hear Jack speak of Elizabeth again gave her another dimension. Suddenly she seemed much more real to Geneviève. She had coveted another woman's husband, and she had never felt more ashamed in her life.

But then… Geneviève thought back on the first time she ever saw Will, so many days ago in Tortuga. Elizabeth was kissing Will, and Geneviève had never, ever, felt such desire, such lust. Elizabeth made Will attractive. Elizabeth made Will desirable. Geneviève wanted something she couldn't have, and it was because she couldn't have it that she wanted it.

"Your right Jack," sighed Geneviève, feigning guilt and rubbing her temples. She smoothed her tangled hair and made to stand up. "And I'm sorry for…" she trailed off.

"That's quite alright, love. We were both drunk as hell. I know you didn't mean it, nor did I," drawled Jack. He sat up and got out of the bed, throwing back on his trousers. "Should be near Florida, and I'm hoping to stop in Key West…" his musings turned into mumbles which were no longer heard by Geneviève.

"Absolutely. I must get upstairs, they'll be expecting me," Geneviève babbled, pulling on her clothes as quickly as possible. She went to the door and opened it. "Goodbye Jack, and thank you," she sang, making her way back to the deck.

"Goodbye, love," he whispered as he pulled his shirt over his head. Had they been paying attention, they would have heard the tone of untruthfulness they both were speaking with.

Up on the deck, all of the men were working vigorously. The wind was picking up speed, as was the Pearl. Something was amiss.

"Oy!" shouted Gibbs, scowling at Geneviève. "Don't just stand there, gawking! Come an' help!" he roared. Geneviève snapped to attention and ran to pull the ropes as well. They were working quickly, as though something may be upon them, but nobody knew what.

WHAM! With a lurch the Pearl jerked to a halt. Geneviève screamed, and several people toppled over.

"We've run aground!" cried Ragetti, his hands twirling.

But that wasn't right, thought Geneviève as the world began to spin. No, the Pearl was spinning, not the Earth. The ocean churned beneath them like an angry beast, sucking the imposing ship into the center of the maelstrom like a tiny, toy boat.

"All hands on deck! Man the sheets! Get the anchors outta your pants!" shouted Gibbs, but no one knew what to do. They ran around the deck like headless chickens. How were they supposed to stop it?

It was with a final giant lurch that the famous Black Pearl was swallowed by the sea, along with everyone onboard.