Without their captain, the pirates that the crew of the Flipper were fighting surrendered easily. They threw down their weapons in defeat, and Gibbs was sent to scope out any more enemies that still wished to fight. Finding none, Will's crew gathered the weapons from the ground and tossed them to their ship.

"Should we take her, sir?" one of the pirates asked, referring to the ship. Getting no answer, he turned to Gibbs and repeated the question.

"Nay. She's got too much damage." Gibbs said, then looked at Will, clutching the body of a fast-dying crew member.

Will, thinking there was no pulse, was lost, too shocked to cry. If only I hadn't moved, he thought sadly. Elizabeth would still be here. He bent down to give her one last kiss and put his hand on her neck, leaning in. He pulled back suddenly; he felt a heartbeat!

"Hurry! Give her highest medical care! If we lose her, it's your heads!" He cried to the nearest crew members, who took Elizabeth from Will's arms and rushed her aboard the Flipper. They stripped her down, cleaned her wounds, and stitched them up. They laid her down in a bed of white sheets, then lifted her head, parted their lips, and forced spirits down her throat. The color returned to her cheeks slightly, but she was still unconscious.

After making sure all the prisoners were successfully locked in the brig, Will anxiously checked on Elizabeth. As soon as the doctor came out, Will grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him roughly. "How is Elizabeth? Is she alright?"

The doctor looked grim as he delivered the news, and for a second, Will feared that his beloved had passed on. "She's still alive, if that's what you're on about," the doctor said, and Will relaxed. "Unfortunately, she's lost a lot of blood and is paler then a ghost, she is. If she gets infected, then she's gone. If she's lost too much blood, then she's gone. If she gets sick at all, even the tiniest bit, she's gone, sir."

"Aye," Will answered sadly, then went into the small room. He knelt beside his ex-fiancé's bed and grasped her hand tightly in his, brought it to his lips, and brought it back down after he had kissed it gently. It was frail and limp and Will could not bare to see Elizabeth this way.

Will cleared his throat as he spoke to her, wishing her to hear it even she was possibly on her deathbed. "It's my fault you're here and I'm sorry. If I hadn't been such a coward then you wouldn't be here, half-dead. I still love you even if you don't love me and I just want to let you know, as I have told you a thousand times before, I love you. I am sorry if you still don't wish to be my wife." He took a last, long look at the girl on the bed before he turned and closed the door silently.

Captain Jack Sparrow sat alone in the brig of his own ship, humiliated. His legs crossed and his head down, he refused to cooperate. The Spaniards offered him his freedom if he spoke of what he was doing, where he had come from, and any information that might be useful to them.

They were using one of the sailors on board that spoke English to interrogate Jack. When they found that they weren't getting any answers, the captain slapped the sailor and began to shout at Jack in Spanish.

"¿Por qué el diablo no dará nos usted ninguna respuesta¡ Tratamos de ser civil pero obtiene duramente¡ Si usted no hablará entonces caeremos el tirón usted o le azota hasta que usted sea sangriento por todas partes o le cuelga¡ Hable con nosotros!" His face was getting red and flecks of spit flew in Jack's face.

Jack took this as a threat and kept his lips tightly closed. The captain barked orders at one of the younger boys, who unlocked the brig, grabbed Jack by the pants (Jack wasn't wearing a shirt) and threw him roughly on the ground.

"¡Traiga el látigo!" the captain exclaimed, and in moments he was presented with a whip. He raised it high in the air and brought it down to the ground, aiming for Jack's back. Jack, however, had rolled over just in time and grabbed it. The captain, thinking quickly, stomped between Jack's legs.

"Bloody hell, that'll away come back to haunt me!" Jack winced, let go, then was flipped on his back to receive his lashes. The skin was ripped cruelly from his spine, but still Jack Sparrow held back his tears.

"So…" Jack was pulled rudely to his feet and the captain pushed his face close to his as he spoke in very poor English, thick with a Spanish accent. "You talk or I kill."

Jack, pretending to admit defeat, slumped to the ground and offered his wrists to the captain. A slow smirk spread across the Spaniard's face as he ordered. "Sígame, el Gorrión de capitán Jack." He turned on his heel and left.

Jack pulled himself to his feet and followed the man into a small room. Jack was pushed into a small wooden chair and bound by thick coils of rope to the legs of it. The seaman that knew English (whose name Jack found out was Perizon) was standing next to the Spanish captain (Captain Atroz), ready to translate anything either of the two men said.

"¿Qué le trae a mi barco?" Captain Atroz said to Perizaon, who turned to Jack and asked, "What brings you to my ship?"

"I believe you mean my ship," Jack replied, which Perizon translated into "Creo que usted significa mi barco."

"Ha!" roared Captain Atroz. Perizaon turned to Jack and said, "Ha!"

"¿En qué es usted acerca de¡Este barco pertenece a mí y a mi tripulación!" The Captain continued. (What are you on about? This ship belongs to me and my crew!)

"Hardly! You stole it from me and my crew while the captain was away! The captain being me, you lowly little-" Jack's temple flared.

After it was translated, the captain eyes narrowed and he responded (In Spanish, but Perizon told Jack what it was in English) that a good captain never leaves his ship and that it was Jack's fault and he should have been a better leader and so on and so forth. And all the while Jack had his shiv in his hand and was sawing at the ropes that held him captive. He broke free in the middle of the other captain's monologue and stood up.

Jack Sparrow grabbed the guard nearest him and kneed him in the stomach. The unlucky Spaniard keeled over and held his abdomen as the others attacked Jack. He grabbed a sword and pistols from the fallen pirate and proceeded to duel with his captors. He took two of them out successfully before he was finally clubbed on the head with the butt of a cutlass by Perizon. Jack's eyes rolled up in his head as he collapsed.

Will was pacing the main deck anxiously as the lookout swung down from the crow's nest and informed him that there was a smear on the horizon, either ship or land. Will nodded and replied, "Full sails. If it's land then we can make port, if it's enemy ship, we can attack, clear?"

"Aye, sir," the lookout said and went to give the orders to Gibbs, who would then repeat it to the crew. Will resumed his pacing as he looked out to sea.

Once again, he went to visit Elizabeth, but once again he was disappointed. She was doing better, if not by much, but her cheeks were still pale and her breathing still shallow. Will whispered encouraging words to her whenever he could, and when he couldn't, he cursed himself for not being able to. He also thought bitterly that just when he thought he had had a chance with her again (Jack being gone and all), she almost died.

Hours later, after food was eaten and drinks drunk, the Flipper pulled up close enough to examine the ship that they had spotted from afar. "By God!" the lookout called from above.

"What is it?" Will inquired.

"Why, sir, it's the Black Pearl! And they've got Jack in cuffs!"