Jack felt that the hard rain outside represented the beginning of their journey to save their friend from his terrible fate. He didn't know why. He felt the Pearl was weathering the storm worse than it usually did. Every time he would get up he'd be thrown about, much more than usual. Maybe it was the large amount of rum that he had indulged in that was the large contributing factor to this situation.
He was staying below deck as to not disturb Elizabeth with his drunken rampaging. Little did he know that not having him with her would disturb her more than seeing him drunk.
"Jack?" She asked as she came down the stairs, her night gown flowing in the light from the lantern she was holding. He looked up dramatically, throwing his bottle of rum up into the air. She stopped, and sighed. "What are you doing, Jack?" She asked, exasperated.
"Drowning me sorrows, love!" He said, a lot louder than he needed to. She shook her head and finished her descent down the stairs, walking over to him like she was about to reprimand a misbehaving child. He pouted, making her laugh.
"You have no sorrows, Mr. Sparrow," She said, sitting on the barrel next to him.
"Oh, but Mrs. Sparrow, I do! I do! I'm worrying for our dear friend Mr. Turner," Jack said, leaning into her. Elizabeth's eyes turned sad, and she looked down. She took hold of Jack's hand, entwining her fingers with his.
"Come back to bed, please, Jack. You know I don't like sleeping alone," She said, looking up at him, her eyes pleading with him to do as she said. He sighed, thinking that he could offer her a swig of rum. He knew in his heart that she would decline, so he threw out the idea. Her eyes were burning into him.
"All right, love. I'll end my adventures for the night... but next time, I want you with me! We know how fun that could be!"
"Right, Jack, right," She said, wrapping her arm around his waist and he threw his arm around her shoulders.
"Have I ever told you that I love you, Mrs. Sparrow?" Jack said, loudly.
"Many times, in fact, but I wouldn't mind hearing it again," She said, smiling up at him as they made it up to the deck.
"I love you, Mrs. Sparrow," He said, leaning in close to her face. She laughed, and shook her head as they entered the cabin. She hopes Jack's steps weren't waking the entire crew, but she feared for the worst on that situation. She walked him over to the bed and removed his arm from around her shoulders, and helped him lay down. The second she thought he looked remotely comfortable she lay down in front of him, and he nuzzled into the crook of her neck, promptly falling asleep.
"I love you too, Mr. Sparrow," Elizabeth said, grabbing onto the hand that was around her waist. Guilt tinged at her mind as she thought of the lost Will Turner, losing his mind somewhere. She knew it was partially, or fully, her fault. A tear fell onto her cheek, and then Jack reached up and wiped it away. She laughed at the fact that she thought he was asleep.
"Don't worry, love," He whispered, "We'll find him." Jack said, when in reality he had no idea where they were going. He tried the compass, but all it did was point to Elizabeth. He tried having her hold it, but it just pointed right back to him. As much satisfaction as that gave him, he was worried because they didn't have a heading. They were, essentially, sailing out to open sea trying to find Davvy Jones's ship. And they didn't even know for sure if Will was on it. Jack kicked himself mentally for not seeing if the heart was still with Cutler Beckett. All will be found out in time, he thought to himself. He pulled Elizabeth closer as the effects of the rum slowly, but surely, wore off and they both drifted off to sleep.