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He had his arms protectively wrapped around her, one hand pressed tightly to the wound, their faces close. Elizabeth was shaking, and this was the first time that Jack Sparrow felt truly afraid. He was pushing her hair away from her face, and she was smiling at him.

"Don't worry, Elizabeth, don't worry," He chanted. "It's only in the shoulder, love. Don't worry, you're going to be fine," He said, pressing his shaking lips to her forehead. Too close for comfort, he thought.

"You're the one... who seems the most worried, Jack," She said, smiling.

"You caught me, love," He said, trying to control his voice. Will was sweating profusely in the corner, not knowing what was happening and what had already happened. Bootstrap came through the door and looked around at the scene.

"We've retrieved your son for you, Bill. He's not feeling his best," Jack said, not taking his eyes off of Elizabeth. Bootstrap looked over at Will, who was still shaking. His eyes were pleading to his father. Bootstrap walked over and kneeled down next to Will and took him in his arms, telling him everything was going to be alright.

Jack took a moment to look out the door. The Dutchman's crew had all lost their sea life features, and they looked like the men they once were. The Pearl was looming in the distance, coming on fast. Mr. Gibbs was talking to the Dutchman's crew.

"You're free! Go! Go be free!" He yelled. Some of them just stared at him, and some of them took his advice. Jack looked back down at Elizabeth. Her eyes were closed.

"Hey... hey, Lizzie. Open your eyes. Open your eyes, look at me," He said, caressing her cheek with his free hand. She didn't open her eyes and her head fell to the side. "No... No... Lizzie..." He called, but to no avail. He looked out the door again and saw the Pearl was alongside the Dutchman, setting up boards so they could walk across. Jack picked Elizabeth up and held her to him tightly, her head falling onto his shoulder, and began to walk towards the Pearl.

"Come on, Bootstrap. Bring Will with you," Jack said, leaving the cabin. Bill put his arm around his son and pulled him off the ground and then the two of them followed Jack over to the side of the Flying Dutchman.

"What happened?" Gibbs asked, seeing Jack. "Who stabbed the heart?"

"Elizabeth," Jack said, swiftly, looking down at the woman in his arms. "She's saved us all," He said, walking quickly across the board and onto the ship he loves so much. The rest of the Pearl's crew who remained on the Dutchman went back to their own ship, and after everyone was securely on board the Pearl pulled away from the Dutchman, leaving it captain less and with a crew who barely knew their own names.

Jack rushed to the cabin, which was still missing a back and a front, and laid Elizabeth on the unmade bed carefully. He immediately rushed for a piece of cloth, and pressed it tightly to the wound in her shoulder, and then took another piece of cloth and wrapped it around her a few times, tying it at the ends. Then he sat down in a chair, her hand in his, not really knowing what to do. He reached forward and placed his rough hands on her cheeks, and turned her head so she was facing him. He had never cared about anyone in his life more than he cared about her. And a life without her after a life with her didn't seem like any sort of life at all.

He ran his hand lightly over the newly made wound on her forehead, trying to wipe off some of the dried blood with his thumb.

"You've got to wake up, love. It's over... you saved Will. You did it, Lizzie. You have to wake up to reap your rewards and whatnot... the old Will is a lot more entertaining than the evil one, as I remember. I can even bring him in here to sing you a song! He's a lovely soprano..." Jack trailed off. She didn't move. Jack knew she was probably alright, but wished she would wake up soon, none the less. Will appeared behind him, standing where the door should have been.

"Jack..." Will said. Jack turned around, looking at him.

"This is because of me, isn't it?" Will asked, with a guilty tone.

"Well, technically, yes," Jack said, turning back towards Elizabeth. "But it wasn't truly you."

"I'm so sorry," Will whispered, bowing his head.

"As am I, son. But she'll be better yet." There was a pause, and Jack turned around again. "Why did you let this happen to yourself, William?" He asked, gravely. Will shook his head.

"I don't know... once I got a hold of the heart again there was just this... force... that kept driving me. I just needed to get revenge on Jones but somehow... I felt it would be worse for him if I kept control of him and didn't kill him. To have someone like me controlling him... his ship... his crew... it would be worse than death. But the power soon went to my head, and I wound up taking revenge on people who didn't deserve it in the first place. I lost myself."

"Aye," Jack said singularly. "But we've found you again. We're going to keep a right close eye on you, Will, from now on. Make sure nothin' like this happens again," Jack said, shaking his head.

"It won't, Jack. I won't let it happen again," He said, and then paused. "How is she?" He asked, looking up.

"She's not responding... but it's probably from the initial shock. She'll be happy to see you back to yourself again. This whole thing has been torturing her. She's felt as if it was her fault."

"Oh god... there's no way I can make this better..."

"By not letting it happen again. That's how you can make it better. And maybe a lot of apologizing to Lizzie here."

"That I can do... that I can do," Will said, nodding his head. He was looking down, in obvious shame. Jack got up from his spot by Elizabeth and walked slowly over to Will. He looked up at Jack, tears forming in his eyes. Jack nodded his head and pulled Will into a hug, patting his back a few times.

"We're glad to have you back, Will," Jack said. Will nodded his head and smiled against Jack's shoulder, happy to be back himself.