After a few hours, Elizabeth was still out cold. Jack had been absentmindedly caressing her as he leaned up against the wall, trying desperately to think of a way to get out of this prison. The cuts on Elizabeth's smooth cheek were bothering him, and he lowered his eyes to her again.

"What in the hell did they do to you, love?" He asked her, carefully turning her face towards him. "This is all my fault," He said, closing his eyes, not able to bear seeing her torn apart like this, "If I didn't... If I wasn't... if you weren't... important... to me, you wouldn't be here. You wouldn't be hurt... " He opened his eyes again as his hand traveled from her cheek to rest at the base of her neck. He sighed. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

He heard some faint yelling coming from outside the window. He quickly pulled off his jacket and balled it up and placed it on the ground. He slid his arm underneath Elizabeth and lifted her off of him, and then gently arranged her head on the jacket so she could be comfortable... if she was awake. He then jumped up and headed for the window.

These walls were a great deal taller than Jack Sparrow himself, and if he reached, he could just reach the ledge of the tiny window. He jumped up and caught a quick glimpse of the sea before he came back down. The distant sea, not any kind of shore. The window was too high for him to be able to see anything, like ships in the dock, directly below him. "Bugger..." Jack said, falling to the ground and slamming his head back on the rock wall. He instantly grabbed the back of his head, wincing.

"Not a good choice..." he said to himself. At that moment, his eyes fell upon Elizabeth. She was still unmoved, exactly the way he had gently placed her a few moments ago. There was one thing that was different.

"Jack..." she whimpered, slightly moving her hand that was resting by her face. She was calling out his name.

For a moment, Jack wasn't sure if this was actually happening or not. He figured that was what he wanted to hear, so it wasn't actually what he was hearing. Elizabeth must have sensed this, for she set out to convince him otherwise.

"Jack... Jack..." she cried, beginning to thrash around.

"Is she waking up?" Jack said to himself, his hand falling from the back of his head as he crawled over to her. He grabbed her hand in mid movement and held it to his chest. He reached over and turned her face towards him. Her eyes were still closed. "Jack.."

"Delirious..." he said in a small voice. But... why in the world would she be calling to him?

He let go of her hand, the action causing her to start thrashing around even more in her unconscious state. Jack got to the other side of her, and quickly gathered her to his chest as he slid down to the ground once again. He wrapped his arms around her, careful not to unsettle any undiscovered wounds. He had already noticed a large gash running down her leg when her thrashing disturbed the fabric of her trousers.

"Shh... love... Jack's here, I'm here..." he said into her hair. She continued to thrash around, not knowing who was truly calling back to her. He held her tight, attempting to settle her down, and closed his eyes, waiting for the storm to pass.