Jack figured Elizabeth had fallen asleep, and this worried him, because he knew there was a chance she could slip back into the state she was in the past two days, and he didn't want that. But, he didn't want to shake her awake either, for fear of hurting her and, as much as he didn't want to say it, for fear of facing her wrath. Not that she had much of one anymore, but he still didn't want to take any chances.

"Jack?" She asked, her voice slightly muffled by his shirt. She wasn't asleep. Jack smiled to himself, marveling at what an act she could put on.

"Yeah, love?" He asked, looking down at her.

"How did you get here?" She asked, snuggling in closer to him. She then had a sharp intake of breath, and she began to double forward. Jack went with her. He kept his arm around her, and lowered his face to the level of hers.

"What is it, love?" He whispered into her ear, trying to keep calm and not show her how worried he was at this moment.

"Nothing..."

"There is something wrong," Jack said, "Where does it hurt?"

"Nowhere," She insisted, sucking in a breath again, "Tell me what happened to you, Jack... I have to know."

"You have to, do you? Well... the beastie didn't exactly like my chopping up at his insides, so, as crazy as it sounds, he coughed me up and spit me right out a few minutes after he swallowed me whole. I guess I left a bad taste in his mouth," Jack said, smiling.

"And you came out of it completely undamaged?" Elizabeth asked, still breathing hard.

"I've been here for a while now, love... wounds have sealed, bruises have disappeared... that kind of thing."

"How did you manage to get here?"

"Well, I was unconscious for a while, and the first ship I managed to float to happened to be the exact one I didn't want to be anywhere near."

"Davvy Jones?" She asked, looking up at him.

"Yes... he had this notion that I was in possession of his heart, but I told him my only love was the sea. He didn't take the rejection very well."

"So that's how you wound up here?"

"Yes... he said he was going to keep me here and torture me until I told him where his heart was. I actually have no idea, but he wouldn't take that as an answer. There hasn't been any actual torturing until you showed up," Jack said, letting the last sentiment slip out by accident, and he winced, waiting for her reaction.

"Until I showed up?" She asked. He wasn't exactly sure what to say... he hadn't prepared himself to answer anything even related to the subject of... Elizabeth or his... feelings for her. He was seething inside, angry at himself for bringing it up.

"Well," He said, matter o'factly, "It isn't exactly a picnic sitting around with someone you would... really like to have a nice conversation with while they're unconscious."

"Were you worried about me, Jack Sparrow?" Elizabeth said, smiling slightly, but then closing her eyes in another moment of pain. Jack's face suddenly was filled with concern as he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Why, yes, yes I was," he said, the truth just falling out of his mouth as he pulled himself closer to her. It didn't matter if she knew. It only mattered if she got better.

"Okay, Elizabeth... you need to tell me something, now. Who did this to you, and what, exactly, did they do?"