The two sat together and talked about things like this for the next few hours, a few sneezes and coughs thrown in by Elizabeth. Many times during the conversation, Jack thought how much he hated seeing her sick or hurting. It was one of the few things in this one he couldn't stand and didn't know how to deal with. She cleared her throat and snuggled into his shoulder, wrapping her arms around him tighter.

"Jack..."

"Yes, Lizzie?" He asked, kissing her golden locks.

"I'm glad you got to meet my father again... when I could call you my husband... "

"As am I, love," He said.

"I just wish it could have been under better circumstances..." She said, coughing. He narrowed his eyes to the darkened room. He didn't hear anything going on up on deck.

"I've got to go see how things are going up there, but I'll be back in a bit, alright Lizzie?" He asked, slowly removing himself from her, as much as it pained him to do so.

"Alright..." She whispered, forcing a weak smile. He took her hand and kissed it, earning a real grin, and then made his way to the deck. "How's it go, men?" He bellowed as he stepped onto the deck.

"It... doesn't," Gibbs said, looking around.

"What do you mean, man?" Jack asked him.

"We haven't actually... had much to do, as of late. No attacks, nothin'. We've just been heading in the direction that compass of yourn is pointing. I'm actually yearning for some action, to tell you God's honest truth. I hope we find The Flyin' Dutchman soon."

"As do I," Bootstrap said, looking down at the compass once more. The sky above them, previously as blue as the ocean below them, began to fill up with dark grey clouds, a sure sign another storm was planning to pass through.

"Let's get ready for another storm, shall we?" Jack said, looking at Gibbs. Gibbs rolled his eyes and sat down on the deck. Gibbs hated storms. Jack had just begun to go back below deck when he saw Elizabeth struggling up the stairs. His shirt that she was wearing was flapping in the wind, entirely too big for her.

Jack ran over to her and wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her steady, a look of astonishment on his face.

"What are you doing out here, Lizzie?" He asked her, leaning in close to her face. She bit her lip.

"I felt something below me... I feel like..."

"The Flying Dutchman?" Bootstrap said, approaching the couple.

"It can go underwater, can't it?" Elizabeth asked him.

"Yes, it can."

"I think it may be... somewhere below us..." Elizabeth said, placing her hand on Jack's chest to steady herself and then looking down at the ground. A terrible feeling came over the entire crew as a cloud covered up the just setting sun, darkening their world. Jack pulled Elizabeth closer to him as they both looked up at the grey sky, and she wrapped her arm all the way around his waist, her heartbeat gaining speed. Drops of rain fell down onto the Pearl, slowly.

"I've got to get you back below deck," Jack said to Elizabeth. He turned around with her, and before they could take one step the sound of water being pulled to the depths was heard, and then a giant splash following. Jack looked at Elizabeth out of the corner of his eye. She was breathing hard, and was frozen in place. They both turned around slowly, as did the rest of the Pearl's crew.

The Flying Dutchman was beside them, and it's captain was on the lower deck, looking them over. Will Turner was at the wheel, holding the heart of Davvy Jones in his hand, smiling devilishly. They had gotten it wrong. It was not Will Turner under the influence of Davvy Jones.

It was Davvy Jones under the influence of Will Turner.