He saw Elizabeth being dragged across the floor by her hair, screaming bloody murder and then being brutally knocked across the jaw with the butt of someone's sword. He saw her screaming out for him, even though he was no where in sight. He saw them rip off her shirt and savagely slash at her back and laugh, like there was nothing more they'd enjoy doing... or maybe there was something.
He opened his eyes, calling out her name abruptly. He had fallen asleep for just a moment when the sun had made its first appearance for the day, but the second he dozed off visions of Elizabeth's pain plagued him. The one question that should have entered his mind a long time ago entered his mind during that dream.
His sudden movement jarred her, and she cried out in pain. He mentally kicked himself.
"What's wrong, Jack?" She asked, dazed.
"I'm sorry for hurting you, love. I just... I was thinking about something..." He said, not quite sure how to bring it up.
"What is it?" She asked, trying to make herself comfortable.
"Did they... force themselves on you?" He asked, wincing.
"No," She said, abruptly, "Some of them wanted to. But... they didn't. I don't really know why." Jack sighed, a great weight lifted off of his mind. He was a little curious as to why they would pass up the opportunity. Maybe Davvy Jones had intervened.
"Good... good, I'm glad to hear that," Jack said, helping her in her attempts to get comfortable. He turned towards her, and she leaned back down on top of him again, sighing and laying her head on his shoulder. Jack's eyes wandered over to the window again, staring at the far away sea.
"Where are we, Jack?" Elizabeth asked him.
"We are in an abandoned prison on a little, uncharted island where Pirates come to replenish their supplies. That's pretty much all I could figure out from the little I saw when I was dragged here, and from what I've heard outside that window. I think there are docks right below us," He said, watching more sails go by. "I tried to look out that window, but a jump didn't let me see much." Then, an idea came into his head.
"Elizabeth, how are you feeling?" He asked her quickly.
"I guess I'm feeling alright... Why?" She asked, looking up at him.
"Do you feel good enough to sit on my shoulders and look out that window?" He asked, getting straight to the point.
"Hmm... I guess I am, yeah."
"I'll be careful," Jack said, smiling at her. He took a hold of her waist, helping her up. Then, he squatted down. She was about to get on his shoulders, when a fit of laughter took her over.
"What?" He asked, continuing to hold that position.
"You look completely hysterical," She said, bringing a hand up to her mouth to hold back her laughter. Jack sighed and motioned her over.
"I'm glad I could entertain you," He said.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," She said, going over and sitting on his shoulders. She screamed as he stood up, swaying back and forth, and reached up and touched the ceiling, which was just above her head.
"You alright, Lizzie?" He asked, holding onto her legs desperately without hurting the gash.
"Yes, yes... just get me over to the window," She said. He walked the length of the narrow cell, holding onto Elizabeth for dear life. She grabbed onto the bars of the window when she reached it, and looked down.
"What do you see?" Jack called up to her.