The doctor opened the door to Elizabeth's room and gasped at her awful condition. She was paler than ever and her eyes were bloodshot. Her usually full and shiny hair was limp and turning a light shade of gray. The doctor had only been gone a few hours and he didn't see how she could have gotten so bad. He turned her over, examining her for any marks that might give him a hint to as to why.

He touched the red puncture on her neck that stood out against her ghostly white skin. A sickly sort of yellow liquid oozed out of the hole and rubbed onto his fingers. The doctor looked up toward the ceiling and at the insect that was flying around. The doctor reached up and killed it, taking revenge for what he was sure was Elizabeth's impending doom.

Elizabeth falling in a never-ending abyss. Black surrounded her completely, and she could neither see nor hear anything through it. Around her, she knew that scenes of her life were flashing by, pictures of Will and Jack and her father and Norrington and Barbossa. She wanted to get out of there, she couldn't stand being unable to participate in the life she knew was blazing by without waiting for her.

The dream ended, but Elizabeth stayed unconscious, too weak to wake up. She was shaking slightly, still upset from the dream she had just had. It was, by far, the worst one yet. She might not have thought about it like that, however, if she had known which dream she was going to have next…

Elizabeth saw herself, ghostly white, fading away slowly until she was almost transparent, almost a ghost. She reached into where her heart would be and pulled out a gun. She lifted it up slowly and held it to her head. Elizabeth's ghost was about to pull the trigger, ignoring pleas from the real Elizabeth to stop and think. A flood came by and whipped her away, nearly drowning her. It took her to a room full of pirates, gathered around the edge of a ship, ready to pitch a body overboard. Elizabeth stepped forward and removed the cloth from the corpse's face. She gasped when she saw who it was: Will. She threw the cloth over it and pulled it back again, unwilling to believe that it was true. She almost burst into tears when she saw that it was now Jack, his usually swaying figure stiff and his usually bright eyes dull and lifeless. Elizabeth tossed the cloth over him again and then took it off. She saw herself, pale hair, bloodshot eyes, and thin lips, dead.

The dream ended but Elizabeth's eyes stayed shut. The doctor walked in and forced a bit of soft and liquidly food down her throat, followed by a sip of water. She coughed a little, then began shaking violently. He doctor, unsure of what to do, put a cool rag on her head to bring down her fever, then ran to the town for help.

"Have you heard?" A man with red hair asked Will as he was walking down the street. "The Malade Flu is going around! Protect yourself!" He dashed off.

Will confused, asked a gruff looking man next to him, "What's the Malade Flu? Is it bad?"

"Is it bad! Are you kidding!" The man roared. "It could be deadly! You get it and the Grim Reaper will be banging down your door!"

"How is it going around? Who started it?" Will was curious.

"It's going around by some sort of flying bug, it is. They say that someone on that ship that just came in got it first, and we don't want another epidemic 'round here!"

Will stopped and turned to the man. "The ship that just came in…not…not the Black Pearl?" He thought about Elizabeth and what would happen if she got sick at all.

"Aye that it is," Will's heart sank. "A girl over there got stung. The doctor was nearly out of his mind as he ran over here, talking about shaking and how the girl had an awful wound and was almost dead…Say, where are you going?" The man finished, for Will had taken off to the harbor.

Will reached the Pearl within a few minutes and rushed aboard, but the town doctor ushered him back. "No visitors. She's in a condition something terrible and we don't want anyone too near her. You all will have to stay here for a while; she can't get out of the bed."

Will was panicked. "But…but I'm her boyfriend! She loves me!"

The doctor stared him down. "Last I heard, her heart belonged to a Captain Sparrow. The good for nothing dog," he added, then turned quickly on his heel and went back to Elizabeth's cabin.

Will, although he was upset, decided that Jack had a right to know. He thought about it as he rushed down the streets, stopping in shops to ask about the location of the captain. As he walked, he grew steadily angrier, and began to blame Jack again for Elizabeth's sickness. His face grew red and he grew furious, so that when he finally spotted Jack, he jumped on him and slapped his face.

"What was that for?" Jack exclaimed. ""I'm quite sure I've never slept with you!"

"That's for getting Elizabeth sick with the Malade Flu, you dirty scum!" Will spat on his shoes.

"She's… what?" Jack asked incredulously.

"Sick, and she's practically dead, thanks to you and your insensitivity!" Will was hopping mad now. "No one is allowed on the ship and we have to stay here until she's better!"

"But…she will be better, correct?" Jack raised his eyebrows anxiously.

"No! Remember what the doctor said: If she gets sick at all, even the slightest, she'll be gone, Jack!" He pulled out his sword and aimed it at Jack's neck.

Jack, instinctively, reached for his gun, but patted the empty holder and looked around, wondering where he had left it.

"Looking for this, Sparrow?" Will held up the gun. "Jack, it's time you started playing fairly."

Jack took out his sword and knocked the gun away from Will. He scrambled for it, but it was kicked by away by the other man and skidded along the road and out of sight in an alley. Jack rushed after it, but was hit in the head with the but of Will's sword and was knocked unconscious. Will dragged the body into an empty alley and left him there, intending to find the gun and shoot him.

He had second thoughts, though, when he remembered how upset Elizabeth had been when she thought he was dead; she would never forgive Will if he had been the one to kill him. Will, instead, spat on his face and kicked him roughly between the legs before leaving.

Elizabeth could not see anything around her; the whole room was in shadow. The shadowswere moving around her, engulfing her, strangling her, making her attempt to scream unsuccessfully. They pulled her into the ground and she landed on something thorny. She placed her hand down but pulled it away quickly, howling in pain. A scar was spreading over her palm, then down her legs, her arms, and over her torso. She was covered in scars, which burst open and spilled blood onto the ground. She writhed in pain as she bled, crying out for mercy.

The dream ended, much to Elizabeth's relief, and she heard voices around her, talking about how she would die and how tragic it would be. After listening for a few minutes, however, she wished she were once again asleep.

Jack awoke to screams coming from the cottage near the alley where he had been laying. He recognized it as the cottage he had visited before- Radford's cottage. He got up and grabbed his aching head, then rushed up the hill. He passed a shaking Radford, apparently going for help.

"What happened?" Jack asked him as he ran past.

"Marie's been shot!" Radford kept going as the other man threw open the door of his house and burst inside. The walls were splattered with blood and Marie's dead body laid on the ground, several holes through her chest.

Jack stooped over her and retrieved a gun that was lying on the ground- his gun. He was wondering how it had gotten there when a group of men swung the door open and locked him in shackles.

"Arrest him, men!" One of them called. "For the murder of Marie Radford!"