Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean (I probably should've done this sooner) but I actually do own Rouge Sparrow so no stealing!

The morning sun shone into Jack's cabin. He woke feeling the light on his face but it wasn't hot. In fact, it wasn't even the slightest bit warm. Jack shivered then realized there was a weight on his body. Rouge was still asleep on his chest and seemed to be the only thing keeping him warm. But why? How could it be so cold? It was the early part of summer and the heat has been typically unbelievable unbearable.

Jack looked at the light shining in on them from the outside world and noticed that it wasn't a pleasant morning glow of orange and gold, but rather a blue beam was cast upon them. The girl that lay asleep on his body now shivered terribly, her breath quickening and becoming easily visible in puffs of faint fog.

"Rouge," Jack said, shaking her. "Love, I need to get up and check our location." Other than her trembling, she didn't move. Jack sighed then kicked her off the bed. Strangely, she slid all the way across the floor to the center of the room where the table was. He watched from on top of the bed in confusion as to how she slid across the wood like ice.

She shivered more severely now and had a noticeable chill run down her spine. An instant later she sat bolt upright with wide eyes. She wrapped her arms around herself for warmth with her breathing unchanged. She stared at her father with her eyes starting to relax.

"Where are we?" she asked, her breath visibly floating from her red lips.

Jack shook his head, "If you'd gotten up sooner I would've found out by now." He climbed off the bed almost slipping on the floor. He slid on his boots and helped Rouge from off the floor and wrapped her up in a sheet from off the bed to keep her warm. She too put on her boots before they stepped outside.

Rouge looked about in confusion. She squinted as light blared into her eyes from off of…ice? The ship was surrounded by it. Mountains of ice.

"Gibbs!" Jack shouted. All was silent. He rubbed his hands together to generate a bit of warmth then called out again by cupping his hands. "Gibbs!"

Gibbs was supposed to be at the helm, piloting the ship since midnight the night before. That was around the time he came into Jack's cabin to check up on their racket before attending to his shift.

One last time, Jack called out. "Gibbs! What is our bearing? We feel a bit of a chill." He swung around towards the stairs up to the helm. Perhaps Gibbs was there sleeping at his post. He was there, but not as they had hoped to see him.

Rouge shrieked but covered her mouth to keep from making further screams. Jack grimaced at the sight. Gibbs was at the wheel entirely encased in ice. Jack whipped around to look out upon his ship to find that all of his men that were to be working their shifts as Gibbs was the night before were all covered in ice as Gibbs was.

"My god! They're all dead!" Jack said pessimistically. He shook his head and placed his hand over his chest. "They were good men."

Rouge looked up at him and shook her head. "I don't think they're actually dead." She looked out upon the ship as Jack did. "But if we don't find a way out of here, they will be."

Jack looked down at her putting his hand down and pointing at her. "You're absolutely right. We have to get out of here as soon as we can." He wasn't smiling in least bit. He actually seemed worried more than anything.

"Do you suppose anyone else in the ship survived? I mean… well that they aren't frozen?" Rouge asked.

"Possibly… Probably… Lets find out." He strode down the steps without slipping in the chunks of ice all over the place. Rouge followed as close as possible without sliding as best she could.

Jack first went to the brig where the men were supposed to be sleeping in hammocks. All were covered in flakes of ice and were turning blue. Rouge almost puked at the sight so she went back on the deck for the fresh air. She went to Will and Elizabeth's cabin across from Jack's and opened the door carefully. She must've thought that the door would shatter if opened carelessly.

Jack remained under the deck and searched the rest of the ship. He went down lower to the cargo hold. Inside was a man, frozen stiff with a bottle of rum clutched in his hands. Jack approached the man and tapped him. The man swayed backwards then fell to the ground and remained in the same pose as he had been standing in. Jack pried the bottle from his hands and tipped it up to his lips but nothing came out.

"Bugger. The rum is gone too." He complained to himself. He peered into the bottle with an eye and saw that it was essentially frozen solid. He let the bottle roll out of his hand onto the floor. The bottle shattered but the frozen rum rolled out in the same shape as the bottle. Jack looked at the rum as it rolled away into a dark corner of the room then shook his head in bewilderment and went back up to the brig.

Rouge stepped inside Will and Elizabeth's cabin on tiptoe to keep a steady balance on the icy floor. "Will? Elizabeth?" she whispered. She didn't quite understand why she was whispering but she was more than likely concerned of the fragileness of the ice more than anything.

"Rouge?" Will asked sitting up from his bed. He had apparently been asleep all the while.

"Will!" Rouge smiled and ran to his bedside.

Elizabeth sat up beside him. "What's going on?" Elizabeth asked rubbing her tired eyes.

"The ship! Were trapped in ice! The whole crew is frozen stiff!" Rouge explained. Will got out of the bed followed by Elizabeth who both got on more suitable clothing for the chilly weather.

"Why aren't you dressed more warmly? You shouldn't be just wrapped in a sheet." Will said to Rouge, putting his hand on her shoulder and rubbing it to make her feel warm.

Jack came up above the deck and was stopped dead in his tracks. Across the deck, someone was walking along the banister as if looking for something. It wasn't one of Jack's men and he was able to tell simply because it didn't look human. Its complexity was of bluish-white and it was garbed in fur-like attire. It turned to reveal a skeletal profile. Jack gasped but held his breath to keep from being noticed. He slowly stepped up on the deck and made his way to the open door of Will and Elizabeth's cabin.

Rouge looked up at Will. "We have to find my dad. He is somewhere under deck perhaps in the brig." Will nodded and patted Rouge on the shoulder. They cam to the door and saw a man walking along the ship in thick brown material.

"Perhaps he can help us?" Will said, stepping outside.

Jack saw Will walking towards the creature he just saw. He mouthed to himself "What is he doing!"

Rouge looked over to the main mast and saw Jack motioning towards her to bring Will back. She nodded then whispered loudly towards Will. "Will!" He turned around and saw Rouge motioning for him to come back then was suddenly pale in the face. Will shook his head and shrugged then turned to face the man he was following only to find a ferocious boney face growling at him dressed in the same thick material he saw the man wearing.

"Oh boy." Will gasped under his breath. All of a sudden the creature was knocked aside and over the side of the ship. It hit ice below and shattered into thousands of pieces. Evidently the sea all around the ship was ice as well. Jack ran up beside Will, looking over the side of the ship. Rouge ran up to Jack and wrapped her arms around him, terrified by what they just saw.

Jack shook the girl off. "What were you thinking? Whispering that loudly?" he scolded her.

"What?"

"I wager these things have a rather good sense of hearing so just in whispering you go that bloody… whatever it was's attention."

"I'm sorry." Rouge looked at the ground in guilt. She didn't wan to make her father angry at her just when they were beginning to get along with each other.

Jack looked at her and felt disappointed. Not at Rouge but at himself. He shouldn't be getting upset with he just because that creature's attention was caught. No harm was done except against the creature. "I'm sorry Rouge." He said putting his hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him with her dark but forgiving eyes. "That wasn't your fault. And sure as hell us being here has nothing to do with you. But I think it'd be best that we find our way out of here before whitey's friends show up if he has any."