Jack decided he wanted to keep Elizabeth's mind off of this. He took her downstairs to their cabin, and they did something totally unexpected.
"Okay, one, two, three, one two three," Jack chanted as he kept a steady hold of her hand as they danced around the cabin floor. "I can't believe you've never danced before, love," Jack said
"Yes, well, I always saw the others doing it and never thought it looked like much fun," She said, keeping a concentrated eye on Jack's feet. He let go of her waist for a quick moment, and put his hand underneath her chin and brought her face up so she was looking him in the eye. He smiled.
"It all depends on your partner. Keep your eyes on mine, Lizzie, I don't think it'll hurt me terribly if you step on my toes," He said, replacing his arm around her waist. She laughed, and then looked down again, but then remembered herself, and looked back into Jack's eyes. He pulled her closer to him until they were pressed together, his arm completely around her slender waist. Their noses were touching, and his lips were yearning to capture hers. But something was very distracting. A large amount of yelling going on right outside the door.
"What is that?" She asked breathily, still attempting to kiss him. Her lips lightly brushed his, and it was almost enough for him to ignore what was going on outside. A large explosion pushed any romantic thoughts out of both of their heads. Jack whipped his head around and looked out the back porthole. One of the English Fleet, most likely one Davvy Jones's crew had commandeered, was following closely behind them, and they had just fired.
"Get down!" He yelled, grabbing Elizabeth in his arms and falling down to the ground with her, making sure his body fully covered hers. The cannon ball shot through right above Jack's feet flying to the ground, and made its way through the rest of the ship, thankfully not doing a terrible amount of damage. The worst damage it did was destroying the back and front of the Sparrows' cabin.
Jack pulled himself up slightly so he could check up on Elizabeth. He pushed the hair away from her face, which was contorted in pain. He cupped her face in his hands, concern filling up his eyes.
"Elizabeth... Elizabeth, are you alright? Look at me, darling," He said, desperately caressing her face. She turned her head to the side, moaning, and then opened her eyes. He guided her face back so it was facing his. She smiled when their eyes met.
"How are you, love?" Jack asked her, his thumbs playing at her lips.
"Amazing..." She said, trailing off.
"How's your back?" He asked, remembering the trauma she had went through a year ago.
"As good as always. Now help me up... we have to go fight them," She said, putting her arms around his neck. He pulled her up to standing position, and then with a steady hand on her waist, Jack and Elizabeth ran out to help the crew.
What they saw was the back of the English ship, a great deal ahead of the Pearl. The crew was all standing around, confused.
"Oui! Men! What happened? How many shots did they fire?" Jack yelled to his crew.
"They just... quickly went by... fired about four shots... and then sped up. We couldn't catch them," Gibbs said.
"Did you recognize anyone on the ship?" Elizabeth said, slightly out of breath.
"No," Bootstrap said sadly. Jack looked over at Elizabeth, worry etched all over her face. He was worried for her. He took her by the hand and led her below deck, where they would have to take up residence for the time being.