In the morning, Elizabeth woke up to find she was alone. She nervously looked for Jack. She didn't see him anywhere.
"Jack! Jack! Where are you?" she yelled. No answer. She became scared, thinking of the worst.
'Did he leave the island without me? He couldn't of! He loves me, I know it.' She got up and saw the rum bottles were gone. She walked to the other side of the island.
With his shirt off, Jack was building a giant raft. It was big enough for both of them to lie down, and a little section for rum. He was using broken rum bottles as knives.
'He's really smart. Smarter than I expected.' Elizabeth couldn't help herself. She found herself just staring at him. She came to her senses and walked over to him.
"Good morning Jack," she said cheerfully. She startled him and he fell back in the sand. She couldn't help but laugh. "I'm sorry I scared you Jack."
"Jack Sparrow? Scared? Never!" he answered. "It's almost done. Just got to make a few more adjustments. Then we'll sail on out of here and find Will and the Pearl."
"What happened to the Pearl?"
"Will took it and my crew. Hopefully they're okay"
A few hours later, the raft was finished. Jack put his shirt on the mast to use as a sail and was loading as much rum as possible onto the raft.
"Alright darling, let's get a move on." Jack hoped on the raft to make sure it was safe for Elizabeth.
"Jack."
"Hmm?" he grunted.
"How will we find him?"
"Ahh, that's where you come in Lizzie, I know what you want most is to find him."
"To find the man I love."
A wave of sorrow passed through Jack. "Right, Will."
They got on the raft and Jack handed her the compass.
"Now think Lizzie. Find the man you love. Just give me the heading." She opened the compass and she thought. No use. The compass was spinning every which way.
"It's not working." She said sadly. Jack looked at her surprised.
'She doesn't know what she wants?' He came up with something quickly.
"Alright, try again. But this time listen to your heart." She tried and closed her eyes. The compass settled. It pointed straight to Jack. She tried again, but it didn't move. She got nervous.
"Well, luv? Did it work"
"I'm sorry Jack. It's not working." She lied. Elizabeth closed her eyes in shame, and Jack took a peek at the compass, and saw it was pointing towards him. He moved, and it moved with him. Then he knew, she had feelings for him. As much comfort and happiness that brought him, he didn't know what to do.
"I'm so sorry Jack. I know I let you down."
"How is that, luv?"
"I know you want me to find Will so I can be happy" Jack was afraid she had heard what he said that night. "I just want to find him and tell him that…." Someone interrupted her.
"Do you know where my son is?" Jack looked surprised.
"Bootstrap?"
"Yes, and I would like to find my son."
"You don't know where he is?" Jack asked. Bootstrap nodded no. Jack looked sad at a moment.
"He is on the Flying Dutchman, controlling Davy Jones and his crew." Bootstrap looked down with sorrow.
"But we will find him" said Elizabeth, placing the compass in Jack's hand. Jack handed it to Bootstrap. The compass settled soon.
"Finally, a heading!" Jack said with excitement.
