Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean. I am merely playing.

Wow…all of a sudden the numbers went up! Thank you so much :D I hope you enjoy part 2 of the climax. I am quite fond of it, if I do say so myself. I hope to post more soon but it's Monday tomorrow, which means another week of school. But I'll do my best. Enjoy!

Will was reading his book, enjoying the silence and tranquility that was hard to find aboard the Pearl, when Jack awoke. Will couldn't see Jack's eyes due to his hat but Jack let out a low groan. Will stared at Jack. A moment later, Jack lifted his hat and turned to face Will.

"Are you still watching me sleep, mate?" he asked groggily.

"No." Will answered with a scoff. Jack raised his eyebrows.

"Are you sure? Because my superior intuitive tells me otherwise. Is there any rum about?"

Jack looked around, bending over to check the floor beneath him. He sat up after coming up dry-literally-and Will watched as he swayed slightly. Jack's eyes got big and then returned to their normal size as the blood resettled within him, as it were.

"You alright?" Will asked, somewhat amused. Jack was still looking around for a bottle.

"What? Oh, aye, never better." he said, distracted. Now it was Will who raised his eyebrows but he didn't say anything. After a few moments, Jack gave up on his search for his preferred drink. He settled back into his hammock and gave a tired sigh.

"Jack?" Will asked, feeling a tad concerned.

"Hmm?" Jack didn't open his eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing, mate?"

"You gave up your search for rum." Will noted.

"Is that a question or a statement?" Jack asked.

"A statement."

"Yes. I'll just wait for Elizabeth to come down. She'll appear sooner or later. Can't seem to keep her away from me." Jack smirked and Will gave Jack a dirty look.

"You do know that she's just concerned, right Jack?"

"What was that?" Jack cracked his eyes open slightly.

"Elizabeth…she's just looking out for you." Will repeated. Jack didn't say anything but stared at the ropes that made up the hammock above him. He contemplated what Will had said.

He wasn't used to having someone care about his well-being and it felt strange to have someone constantly looking out for him. He'd been on his own for almost as long as he could remember. He had made a name for himself as Captain Jack Sparrow; a name revered by fellow pirates and royal navy men alike. He had gotten himself there by hard work and looking out for no one but himself.

Jack knew that he had been giving Elizabeth a difficult time. Deep down, he knew she was just concerned, like Will had said. But something about him couldn't bring himself to admit that he needed to lean on someone else, that he needed help. And so he hid behind an arrogant façade made up of insulting remarks and constant pestering-although his requests for rum were not false. Have no doubt, Jack Sparrow found the most relief in his bottle of rum.

"Jack?" Will's voice broke the silence and brought Jack up from the depths of his thoughts.

"Aye." Jack responded quietly, almost reverently. He laid in the hammock in silence, grateful that Will didn't say anything else. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the young sailor pick up his book. Jack could feel the ship rocking gently and for the first time that he could remember, he wished he was on solid land. The rocking was messing with him, setting his stomach and head on different beats. The ropes above Jack were moving as well, causing his head to begin to spin. Jack couldn't remember the last time he felt this horrible; even the after effects of rum weren't this treacherous. Jack squeezed his eyes shut, willing the nausea to go away.

Jack's body suddenly became rigid and his eyes flew open, knowing what was coming. Jack quickly looked around for a bucket to vomit into but one wasn't insight. Jack could feel substance coming up and he knew he had to act quickly. He certainly didn't want to vomit on the floor so he clamped a hand over his mouth and moved as quickly as he could.

"Jack? What are you doing?" Will put down his book when Jack had leapt up.

"No time to talk, mate." Jack said from pursed lips. Will watched as Jack bounded across the belly of the Pearl to a porthole, throw the window open and lean out. Will grimaced at the sound and smell as Jack emptied his stomach into the sea. Jack stood there for several moments and then finally pulled his head back in and leaned against the wall. Unable to support himself, he slid down into a sitting position. Will quickly got up and went to his feeble-looking Captain.

"Jack? What's wrong, mate?" he asked, genuinely concerned. Jack didn't respond and Will stood there, wondering what to do. Much to his relief, Elizabeth chose that moment to come down the stairs to check on her two patients. She saw Jack huddled in a ball on the floor with Will standing over him and hurried over to them.

"Jack? Will? What happened?" she asked, crouching beside a lethargic Jack.

"He vomited." Will said, pointing to the open window. Elizabeth looked up and then back to Jack.

"Jack? Can you hear me?" she asked, moving his hair so she could see his face more clearly. It was pale and sweaty.

"Of course I can hear you, Love. I'm sick, not deaf." Jack muttered and Elizabeth gagged at his breath.

"What's wrong, Jack?" she asked, not caring that he had, once again, taken a shot at her.

"I don't know. You're the doctor, not me."

Elizabeth looked up at Will, who was now leaning against a post nearby, evidence that he was not quite well yet.

"I need to get him back to his quarters." she said. "Stay with him. I'm going to get Mr. Gibbs."

Elizabeth hurried up the stairs and Will looked at Jack, lying on the floor looking like as lifeless as a rag doll. Jack met Will's eyes and gave a weak smile.

"You're still watching me, mate."

Will didn't say anything but continued to watch as Jack's eyes slowly slid closed. A moment later, Elizabeth, followed by Mr. Gibbs, came thundering down the stairs.

"Can you stand up, Jack?" Elizabeth asked, helping him into a sitting position. Very slowly, Elizabeth and Mr. Gibbs helped Jack stand up but the moment Jack was totally vertical, he began to sway uncontrollably. If it weren't for Mr. Gibbs, he'd have been on the floor again.

"This be crazy." Mr. Gibbs muttered. He picked Jack up like a baby, surprised that he felt so little in his arms. He carried Jack up the stairs all the way to his cabin. Before Elizabeth followed, she went to Will and took him by the arm and led him back to his bunk and made sure he was comfortable.

"Thank you." she whispered, pressing his hand to her lips.

"You should get to Jack." Will whispered back.

"Aye." Elizabeth let his hand go and was about to head for the stairs when something caught her eye.

"But not without his hat." she said, stooping to pick up Jack's well worn hat before hurrying towards the stairs that led to the deck of the Black Pearl.

Again…such a nice long chapter…review, please?