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The second Elizabeth hit the water she heard the crew screaming, very upset that the captain and his wife both went overboard. She was kicking and thrashing around, trying to see Jack. She felt weaker and more tired with each passing second, and the last thing she heard was his roar of her name as he swam towards her.

She woke up to being bathed in the blue light of the moon. Her head was throbbing, her legs half buried in sand. There was a large fire to her right, the golden flames flying up into the sky. She shifted, and realized she was lying on top of Jack. He had his arms protectively around her, and her head was lying on his shoulder. She turned and buried her face in his neck, happy that he was alive. He tightened his hold on her, leaning down and planting a kiss on her neck, rocking her back and forth.

"Oh, Jack..." She moaned into his neck.

"I've got you, love," He said tenderly.

"I thought you were going to drown..." She whispered.

"Me? Jack Sparrow? Never," He said, kissing her again.

"I thought I might drown..."

"I'd never let that happen, Liz," He whispered into her ear.

"I feel like I'm drowning..." She whispered back.

"Like I said, I'm not going to let that happen." He raised one of his hands up, presenting the island to her. "This place look familiar?"

"Oh my god... don't tell me."

"It's like I was meant to spend the rest of my life here... I just keep being brought back," Jack said, sighing. "I watched the Pearl get taken over by Will and his crew. Both ships sailed away about an hour ago."

"They left us here?" Elizabeth asked, shocked. "They didn't want to take us as prisoners?"

"I think they'll try to leave us here for a while... but I have faith they'll be back. I know Will's going to want to do some good old fashioned torturing considering how incredibly evil he's become," Jack said, sighing again. "Don't let that worry you though, love, we'll get through this just famously."

"Yes, we're doing very well as of now, aren't we?"

"Have faith, Liz, Faith. We'll have old Will back soon," He said, nuzzling into her shoulder. "Now, how are you feeling, dearest? You gave me a good scare being out of it for as long as you were."

"I just feel... lightheaded. Just kind of weak and useless," She said, sounding like a lost little girl.

"Well, you'll always be of use to me," He said, smiling. She smiled too. He always knew how to make her smile. "Except when you burn all of my rum. How are we going to survive here without any rum?" Jack said in mock anger.

"You'll survive," She said, turning around so she could face him, the movement obviously hurting her.

"Stop hurting yourself, Lizzie. I want to see you healthy and strong," He said, steadying her. She looked completely serious. She cupped his face in her hands, her eyes filling up with tears.

"Jack... this whole situation... I'm having such a hard time dealing with it... I don't know what to do. I know you keep telling me it's not my fault, but I just can't help but think it is. That man... that we saw back there... that wasn't Will. That wasn't the man we knew. I just can't believe... Jack, I don't feel like a person anymore. I can't feel anything..." She said, a hitch in her voice at the end as she started to get hysterical. She was grasping at him like she thought he'd disappear any second. He was shaking his head. "I don't know what to do anymore," She said, leaning forward until her forehead met his. "I can't take this anymore, Jack... I feel like I'm making myself sick... I need to see him back to the way he was..." She said. "I don't feel like a person... for what I've done to him." He had both his hands on her cheeks, caressing her skin with his thumbs.

"You're still a person, Elizabeth. You're more of a person than I could ever be. He did this to himself, but we're going to get him back, love. Don't tell me you can't feel anything, Elizabeth. You still can..." He said, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers, tasting her salty tears that had fallen. "You can still feel this, darling..." He said, pulling away, but then kissing her again. She was still crying as she kissed him back. He deepened the kiss and her lips parted, his tongue entering and exploring her mouth. He kissed her as deeply and as passionately as he knew how. After a moment they both came up for air, their foreheads still pressed together.

"I'm so sorry, Jack..." She whispered, breathing hard.

"No, no, you aren't. I'm not going to lose you to this, Elizabeth. You didn't do this to him, savvy? You didn't. You didn't," He said, pulling her to him, running a soothing hand up and down her back as she sobbed. "He did this to himself. But when he comes back around to get us, you and I are going to be ready. We're going to fight him, and we're going to bring him back from this. We're going to get Will back, Lizzie. For your sake, we will."