Will came down to their cells about an hour later, carrying a lantern. Elizabeth was sitting as far away from Jack as she could have placed herself, and he was sitting on the far side of his cell, looking away from her. Will laughed at the sight of them.

"Are you two fighting?" He asked, walking towards Elizabeth.

"He's a worthless man. Completely worthless," Elizabeth said, full of venom. Will looked to Jack for a retort. He had none. Will went over to kneel by Elizabeth, shaking his head.

"You two are feeble minded," He said, his dark eyes boring into hers.

"He's the feeble minded one," She exclaimed, and then lowered her tone, "I think I've made a mistake." Jack perked up his ears. This was torturing him, every moment of it, and it had barely even begun.

"What kind of a mistake, Mrs. Sparrow?" Will asked, putting emphasis on the name.

"Going with him instead of..."

"Instead of...?"

"Instead of you, of course," Elizabeth said, looking down, "Though it is hard for me to admit it." Jack heard her say this, and his blood was boiling. He was digging his fingers into his skin, drawing blood. It was too real for him.

"Oh, Elizabeth... you poor fool," Will said, shaking his head. "What are you trying to pull?"

"Nothing at all..." Elizabeth quickly covered up, "I just want to get away from this vile man," She said, looking over at Jack quickly. Jack scoffed, and shook his head. This was killing him.

"You're still so beautiful..." Will said, breaking for a moment. She turned to face him, smiling sheepishly. "I'll take you away from him, girl," He said, taking out keys and unlocking her cell. "I think I can still have some fun with you before I kill you," He said, taking her arm roughly. Her eyes widened at his words, and Jack stood up, watching them go. Will smiled at him as he guided Elizabeth up the stairs. As soon as they disappeared, Jack kicked the bars and then fell to the ground, knocking himself in the head.

Up in Will's cabin, he had already undone Elizabeth's bonds, and she was rubbing her wrists, looking around when Will had his back turned. She was sitting on the bed.

"So... what has come between you and good old Captain Jack?" Will asked her, sitting down and playing with her hair.

"He's holding me back... He treats me like I'm nothing," She said, trying to think of reasons.

"I always had faith you two would come apart," He said, leaning forward and kissing her, hard. She kept her eyes open, completely caught off guard. Jack's knife strapped to her hip was starting to get uncomfortable. Will pulled away, smiling drunkenly. She tried to smile.

"Oh, I have missed kissing you..." He said, leaning forward and kissing her again. Down in the brig, Jack looked up, worried about what was happening. Will's hands started to explore Elizabeth's body, and she moaned, more out of worry than pleasure. But he didn't know that. She placed her hands on his chest, and she felt the heart right underneath his shirt. Will's hands traveled down and he found the knife. He pulled away from Elizabeth quickly, accusations in his eyes. He pulled it off of her quickly, cutting her in the process. She yelled out, and Jack heard.

"What's this for?" Will asked her, knocking her hands off of his chest and away from the heart. Jack was pacing around quickly, his heartbeat gaining speed out of worry and concern for Elizabeth. He looked up again, and heard silence. He knew something was wrong.

"Bugger," He said to himself, looking out the porthole as the light of the moon finally shone through.