A/N: Hey all! Thanks for reading and reviewing! Life has been a bit busy for me so I will be updating less frequently. I do owe millions of thanks to my wonderful reviewers: Odette, linalove, Captain Tash, phantomofthecaribbean, and Bella. And I owe a special thanks to Captain Tash for being there for me when I had the writer's blues. I was about to give up on this story for a while but she was there for me, encouraging me to go on, so thank you so so much! I dedicate this chapter to you, Cap'n Tash :D! And I apologize to my awesome reviewers and readers for my lack of enthusiasm for this story. I just had this weird feeling that people were losing interest in my story. So, I hope this chapter is enjoyable and please leave a review! Even though the chapter is sad... Not that I'm going to spoil it right now or anything... And do forgive me if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes. I don't have a lot of time to proofread it! And I didn't want to hold this chapter off.

The sudden movement of the ship rocking side to side made Emma jolt out of the bed. She darted out of the room, her bare feet padding softly on the wooden floor. She pushed open the doors and ran outside, spotting everyone running back and forth across the deck. "What's going on?" Emma asked with confusion and ran alongside of Jack.

"We're rockin' the boat." A crewmember replied and before they knew it, the ship was tilting over.

Emma clutched onto the railing with all her strength, her arms trembling as her feet dangled in the air. She could feel her grip loosening and she looked at Jack for help, but he was looking in the other direction. She clenched her jaws tightly and tried to hang onto the railing although her hands started to feel sweaty and slippery. "Jack! I'm slipping." She watched him face her with worry written all over his features.

"Just 'old on a bit longer." He said comfortingly, his eyes landing on her hands that were almost slipping off. Suddenly, the ship submerged under water and he blinked, the salty water stinging his eyes. He looked where Emma was previously to see nothing but the railing and water. Glancing downwards, he saw her sinking deeper and deeper. Something inside of him—that something being his heart—started to beat wildly with alarm and fear. He could hear a loud ringing in his ears, even though they were plugged with water. He had to do something! Anything! To save her…

Emma felt the weight crushing down on her, pushing her farther down into the dark oblivion. She used her arms to propel her upwards, swimming quickly to the railing. She felt the need to breathe but she forced herself not to. She could feel her cheeks bulging out, aching for more air, but she could do nothing to stop it. Her hands reached out, latching onto the railing of the ship before the ship started to accelerate upwards. She felt a hand on her arm and she tilted her head to see Jack holding on to her.

Suddenly, they were above the water, coughing out water and breathing heavily for more air.

There was an instant anger growing inside Emma's head, anger towards Jack for he didn't try to warn her that they were going to flip the ship over. She could have gotten crushed inside the cabin, or even worse, she could have died in there! She forced herself to relax and stood up, sulking away back to the cabin. Maybe it was best for her to hide in the cabin and not be seen by anyone at all…

Everyone returned to their positions, not noticing Emma slink off, except for Anamaria and Elizabeth.

"That man better do something…" Anamaria muttered under her breath, watching the doors of the captain's quarters shut slowly.

"Pardon?" Elizabeth queried, believing she was mistaken about Anamaria's words.

"Nothing." Anamaria replied quickly, shaking her head with disappointment.

"You are talking about Jack and Emma, aren't you?" Elizabeth said before Anamaria nodded her head slightly. "She loves him and I know that he loves her too… even if he is too stubborn to admit it. Maybe if we put in a hand to help them…"

"Aye." Anamaria smirked, deviously eying Jack at the helm. She climbed up the stairs to the helm, approaching Jack, who seemed deep in thought. "Sparrow."

Catching Jack off guard, he swung his head to the side, glancing at Anamaria with bafflement. "Aye?"

"Emma's a bit downhearted 'bout home… Maybe if you could talk to her. Elizabeth and I tried to help." Anamaria smiled inwardly as Jack nearly jumped out of his skin. "She's in your cabin." She nearly laughed at his expression because it was just a set up for them to talk.

"Take over the helm." Jack ordered her, watching her take over the helm before he started to run, but he stopped himself, resuming in a saunter instead to not look as desperate. He climbed down the stairs and turned, facing his doors and approaching them. Pulling his doors open, he warily walked inside, finding his main cabin empty. "Emma?" He heard some sniffling in the other room and he followed the sound.

"Yes?" she replied, her voice sounding muffled; he couldn't tell if she was crying or if she was covering her face with something.

He found her sitting on a chair in the side cabin, staring blankly at the wall. "Somethin' wrong?" he pulled a chair up next to her and sat down on it before he reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

"No… What makes you say that?" she whispered, glancing at him with confusion. Did someone just tell him that she was pregnant? She felt sweat beads form at the top of her head, waiting for his answer about her pregnancy. Would he hit her like her father would? She closed her eyes and winced, silently pleading him not to hurt her.

"Because Anamaria said ye were homesick." Jack said worriedly, wondering why she was wincing.

"Oh." Her eyes flew open and she tilted her head. "Well I'm not."

"Then there is something wrong!" he exclaimed before he grabbed her hands, holding them between his. "Now what is it?"

"Nothing. I just… can't…" Emma trailed off, her eyes landing on the ground. She couldn't tell him… ever…

"What can't you do?" he said softly, his thumb brushing over the top of her hand in a coaxing manner. "Tell me." He placed a hand under her chin, lifting her head up so her gaze would meet his. "You've been crying." He concluded, staring into her bloodshot eyes. "What's wrong?"

"My… heart—," she said before a loud sound outside interrupted them.

The door was slammed open and Jack stood up from his chair immediately. He glanced at Emma once and strode to the main cabin to see Anamaria held by two men.

"Captain! Beckett is aboard the ship." Anamaria said, glaring at both of the men that were holding her down.

"And what does 'e want?" Jack asked, his eyes flickering around his room.

"Ah! There you are Jack." Lord Beckett sauntered into the room and waved his hands at his men holding Anamaria to take her outside.

"What gives us the pleasure of your grand visit?" Jack mocked, plastering on a toothy grin. "Beckett."

"Actually it's Lord Beckett now." Beckett corrected with utmost annoyance before he coolly sauntered into the room. "I've been searching for someone… someone that is very close to you. Perhaps… a Emma Swann?" He watched Jack's expression carefully and he smirked. "So you do know her. How is she?"

"And what concern is she to you?" Jack said protectively, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

"Is she in here?" Beckett said, glancing around the room with interest. "Miss Swann." He called, walking to the side cabin.

"Actually, she isn't in here at all. You see, she was left behind in the…" Jack trailed off as Beckett entered the side cabin, spotting Emma sitting on the chair.

"Lord Beckett." Emma gasped with shock, immediately standing up from her chair. "What's are you doing here?"

"Ah, I see you failed to finish your job." Beckett said monotonously, staring at Jack with a sly smirk, although he was talking to Emma. "But… you do have a month left, I suppose. Yet sometimes, things are needed to be finished faster."

"Wha'?" Jack glanced between the two with bewilderment. Perhaps that was the secret Emma was hiding…

"This is my emissary Emma Swann." Beckett introduced, watching Jack's baffled expression. "I suppose she never told you her task that she was supposed to complete. Go on, Miss Swann; tell him why you are here. Don't be bashful, step up and claim your reward."

Jack looked at her expectantly, his curiosity growing each second as her mouth opened slightly and closed back.

"I presume she's a bit reticent right now so I'll say it for her." Beckett grinned; the truth always hurt. "She was working under the EITC to murder you in terms of releasing her beloved cousin from prison. Now, I'll be expecting you, Jack, to lead us to Shipwreck Cove. Pirates like you in the world are becoming extinct and I will be the one to make sure of it."

"What makes ye so certain that I will lead ye there? Only a pirate knows how to steer his way… or her way into Shipwreck Cove." Jack tried to hide the hurt he was feeling, hurt from the betrayal…

"I have Davy Jones's heart in my possessions and I'm certain you still need to settle your debt." Beckett said, roaming around the room as if it was his own. "So I'll make you a deal. I'll make sure your debt is settled by talking with Jones while you lead us to Shipwreck Cove."

"By my reckoning, that debt is already settled." Jack replied, watching Emma slowly attempt to hide, but he reached out and grabbed her by her arms.

"By your death? Yet you are still here." Beckett eyed the two carefully and stopped his pacing. "And if Davy Jones were to learn of your survival?"

"No. Here's a fair compensation, eh. How 'bout you keep Barbossa, the belligerent homunculus, and his friend with the wooden eye and you don't hand me over to Jones and you guarantee my freedom. And then, I'll lead you and your fine men outside of Shipwreck Cove while I scurry inside and make the pirates come outside." Jack tightened his grip on Emma's arm and grinned at Beckett. "After all, Shipwreck Cove is a well supplied fortress."

"That's a lot to ask for when I only asked you to lead us to Shipwreck Cove. I didn't ask for you to make the pirates come out." Beckett said smoothly as Jack shrugged.

"It's either tha' or nothin'."

"Fine. And what of Mr. Turner and the soon to be Mrs. Turner?"

"They go free." The least Jack could do was pay them back for saving him from the noose.

"Hmm, is there anything else you want?" Beckett asked, arching an eyebrow upward.

"Aye, release me crew also. Do we have an accord?" Jack stuck out his hand and Beckett grasped it. "Good. Now off me ship."

"I'm counting on you to lead us close enough to the fortress." Beckett said, releasing Jack's hand before he walked out the door with a smug smile.

"Aye." Jack said, removing his hands off Emma. "Stay here." He ordered her before he swaggered out the doors.

"Back to the Endeavour, men." Beckett commanded, walking across the gangplank. "And take Barbossa and those two." He pointed at Barbossa and the two crewmembers standing by him.

The navy men followed Beckett's orders, boarding the Endeavour while taking their captives.

"Set sail to Shipwreck Cove." Jack ordered, waiting until all Beckett's men were off his ship before he walked to his cabin, opening the doors and stepping inside before he slammed his doors shut with a loud bang. "How long did you think I wouldn't find out?" He queried, narrowing his eyes with anger and pain. How could she do that to him?

"Never?" she fake smiled at him but it didn't faze him at all.

He unsheathed his sword, holding it at her neck, watching her swallow thickly. "And maybe I should return the favor, eh?"

"Jack… I never meant to kill you." Emma said, wincing as the blade dug into her throat.

"I am certain you never wanted to kill me." He replied wryly, a cynical smile forming on his face.

"I didn't! Once I found out who you were, I realized I didn't want to kill you but I already made the deal with Beckett. If you trust me—," she begged, but he seemed to have no mercy for her.

"Trust you?" he sneered with disgust, his voice holding so much acrimony that it made her grimace. His voice held all the pain that she caused; he thought that she actually had feelings for him, that she actually cared unlike anyone else, that she felt the same deep connection between them too… But now he knew that he couldn't trust anyone… even the woman he cared for was deceitful. "Hardly."

"You have to believe me! I never intended to hurt you because I…" her voice cracked and she could feel the tears filling up in her eyes. Because she loved him… with all her heart…

"Because?" he said, the tears in her eyes making him feel sympathy for her. If she hadn't betrayed him, he would have comforted her because he cared… He loved her.

"I wasn't going to kill you." She whispered, hope glimmering in her eyes when he removed the sword from her throat, but that hope was crushed when his hand wrapped around her wrist in an iron grip, dragging her carelessly to the door. "Are you going to kill me?" she asked, forcing her tears back.

"If ye were a man, I would've brought out the cat o' nines, but since ye are a woman, I'll 'ave mercy on you and drop you off at the next port we stop at."

"Please don't." she pleaded, feeling completely at loss. She loved him, but if he gave her a chance to show it… Well, he did, but she failed to prove it...

"And have my entire crew and myself at stake? I don't think so." Jack brutally shoved her outside of his cabin and pushed her to the mast. "Gentlemen and ladies! We have a traitor among us." He spat venomously as his crewmembers gathered around. "Miss Emma Swann."

"Jack! If you understand I never was going to do it." she cried, but he ignored her excuses.

"Gentlemen, take this traitorous yeasty feculent filthy wench to the brig." He proclaimed, a pang of pity jolting through his body at the sight of tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Please don't." she sobbed as a few men seized her, dragging her down the stairs to the brig. "Just let me explain." The men shoved her into the brig, locking it before they left her alone.

He couldn't believe she would be the one to betray him… He sighed and closed his eyes, trying to imagine that all this was a horrible nightmare because she was supposed to care. Did all those nights out on deck that he shared with her mean nothing to her? The days where he held her close, gazing up into the stars when they were all alone in the Locker?

"Jack, what did she do?" Anamaria queried, wondering what caused him to call Emma a traitor.

"Don't even mention anythin' 'bout that disgustin' wench. If anyone mentions anythin' about 'er, I'll make sure that they wish they were dead." He threatened dangerously, waving off Anamaria's question. "Get to work!" he growled fiercely before he stormed to his room, slamming the doors shut.

Emma cowered in the corner of her cell, feeling so dejected and weak. Her life was falling apart, deteriorating into millions of pieces. Her mother died, her heart died, Jack hated her and wished her to be dead, her pride sullied when he embarrassed her in front of the entire crew, and lastly, she was pregnant with a child. What worse could happen to her? Nothing much…

"What did you do to him, Em?" Anamaria said softly, coming out of the shadows.

"I made a deal with Beckett to kill Jack before I even knew him… and then he finds out when Beckett spills it all out. But in honest truth, I never was going to kill Jack!" Emma rubbed the tears away from her eyes, glancing at her friend with trust, hoping she would understand.

"So that was it… How could you?" Anamaria stepped away from the bars with horror.

"So you too, huh? You throw in your lot with them." Emma snapped angrily, glowering at the person who used to be her friend.

"I do. If you betray the captain, you betray all of us." Anamaria growled, narrowing her eyes at Emma with rage. A friend that she trusted all along was no longer trustworthy…

"Why don't you leave and leave me to my own humiliation?" Emma shouted, slamming her fist onto the ground.

"Maybe I will!" Anamaria yelled back, stomping away heatedly.

Now she had no one to turn to… no one trusted her anymore… and she even hated herself. Perhaps she had to resort to her death by starving herself…

A/N: Aww! Bad luck for Emma, eh? Hmm... I don't think this is a cliffhanger... But whatever. I hope everyone enjoyed the chapter! And please leave a review. I want feedback! And maybe I would update quicker. Or so... I don't know... Ta!