"Are you sure you're all right, Liz?" Jack said as he kept a tight hold on her hand. They made their way all the way down to where Elizabeth had found Jack the night before. He had set up a hammock for his drunken nights, and figured it was big enough for both of them to share it.
"Yes... I'm fine... I think..."
"You think?" Jack said, helping her onto the hammock, letting his hand run down the smooth skin of her arm as he did so.
"I just... I'm just tired. And worried. And upset," She said, reaching out for him. He quickly laid down behind her, the hammock squealing in protest. Jack felt Elizabeth's stomach rumbling underneath his hand, and then thought about how much they hadn't ate in the past few days. This, among many other things, worried him. Her hand that came up to hold his was cold and clammy. He feared she was on the verge getting sick. He leaned in closer, hoping she would absorb some of his body heat, and kissed her cheek lightly, and then her neck. She smiled and giggled lightly. Even after a year she wasn't used to Jack's romantic moments.
"Elizabeth Sparrow... you baffle me," He said in a moment of amusement.
"Why is that?" She whispered.
"You somehow have the ability to tame a pirate such as I... I didn't know there was a woman in the world who could do so."
"Well, I'm glad I was the one," She said.
"As am I, love, as am I. Now get some rest, we'll get back to our journey in the morning."
"Mmmhmm..." She murmured her thoughts obviously somewhere else. Jack furrowed his eyebrows and tried to look at her, but she snuggled into his arm that was behind her head, hiding her face. He sighed, and laid his head back down, settling into a deep sleep, where not even his ladylove getting up in the middle of the night would wake him.
He woke up right before morning cameand realized he was alone.
"Elizabeth?" He asked the room groggily. "You here, love?" He asked. No answer. He fell out of the hammock and onto the ground with a thump. He moaned, and reached up to grab his head where it had hit the ground. He slowly pulled himself to his feet and then looked around. She was no where in sight. He could hear that it was pouring rain outside. He started up the stairs, and finally made it to the deck, where the rain poured down upon him as hard as he's ever felt it.
There she was, clinging to the railing of the ship and yelling off into the distance. Words intelligible through the anger of the wind.
He ran over to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She acted as if she didn't even know he was there.
"I'm sorry!" She screamed to the open ocean. "Will! Please come back!" She screamed, her voice breaking. "I'm sorry I hurt you... it was my choice... I love him, Will," She whispered, crying. She turned around and slid down to the ground, her hands covering her face. Jack fell down alongside her.
"Elizabeth," He said, soothingly, taking her in his arms. She fell against his chest, pressing herself to him urgently as she sobbed. He slipped an arm underneath her knees and another under her back and picked her upswiftly as she clung to him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.
"Let's get you back inside, love," He said to her, and she nodded her head. He carried her down below deck and quickly got her out of her soaked nightgown, drying her off and then slipping her into one of his own shirts. He then set her carefully back down in the hammock and then got in beside her, wrapping her in his arms once more, trying to warm her, and wishing he could lift all the guilt from her mind.