Jack sat up on his bed in his chambers, quivering under his blankets which he'd pulled up over his mouth. A knocking came to his door. "G-go away," Jack called. The door opened anyway, as Gibbs and Anamaria stepped into Jack's artificial night. Only a few candles were lit, and the captain himself stared wide-eyed at his two mates.

"Uhhh..Capp'n," Gibbs said. "You…feelin' ok?" Jack slowly removed the blanket.

"N-no. Please, leave me." For the first time in his life, Jack Sparrow expressed true fear. This was truly a horrible predicament, and no one yet knew the source. "I must rest, as you said. Please, go."

Anamaria stepped forth. "Jack-" she began.

"Go. And shut the door behind you! For heaven's sake, shut it good…"

"Jack…what happened to you?" she asked.

Jack looked at her like a scared child. "The…THING was there, and it…it's true! She was right!" he squeaked, and fell back onto the bed. Ana slightly stepped forward, but knew there was nothing she could do. She and Gibbs left the room again. The moon still barely peeked from behind the clouds. They were in large mass this night. Not yet was the moon full; but a few nights and it would reach its maximum; gleaming like a pearl in the sky. Ana stopped just outside of Jack's cabin door. Gibbs shut it tight. "Gibbs-" she called as he started to walk away. "Do you think he will recover?" Gibbs shook his head and walked away, muttering. Anamaria ran after him.

"SO, you're just going to leave him?!" she shrieked. "We need to help him!"

Gibbs turned full circle and looked at her. "There's nothing we can do, lass! I told him not to go to that island…I told him. But you know Jack; daft as they come and even more stubborn."

Anamaria sighed. "We have to go back to that island." Gibbs coughed on his own spit; something he'd seemed to do often. For he was not a crazy man, yet hung around and followed them.

"Anamaria-" he gasped. She shot him a dark look with which he could not argue. "Aye.." he muttered, and walked off again. The wind blew again. Ana looked back at Jack's cabin, and sighed before returning to the helm.

The nightmares were terrible. Unseen creatures. Teeth covered in blood. Women screaming. The subtle moonlight. Over and over, these images flooded Jack's mind in the most horrible nightmare of his life. Shaking and sweating, he tossed and turned in his room. Suddenly, he sat up with a small yell. He realized he'd been sweating profusely. Jack wiped his forehead and tried to clear his mind. He shut his eyes and leaned back against his headboard. A creature, howling and screaming raced across his mind. He sat up again. It seemed so familiar…so…welcome? Am I loosing my mind? Jack pondered. The night was nowhere near over; the nightmare had just begun.

Will write more later; very late in the night!! Sorry for the long update btw- I am working on the rest as we speak!