Jack was shoved roughly against his will into a small cell. The officials didn't listen to his story, even though it was the truth. He put up a small fight with the two that were holding his arms, but was attacked by three more, who jumped him and held his arms behind his back. He had been led down the hill and into the town, then to below the jailhouse in the cellar.

The small cage-like structure in which he was kept contained only a thin hay mattress and two empty tin bowls. Jack slumped against the side of the cell and pondered his situation.

How on earth had his gun gotten there? He supposed that someone had found it in the alley and gone to Marie's house to kill her. Why? That was the question Jack wondered most about. That, and the fact that he might have been deliberately set up. Who would do that? Jack Sparrow snorted to himself- he knew that almost everyone in the city would want him dead for that "injustice" that he had apparently caused.

It's not my fault, he rationalized. That dodgy officer had it coming, charging me for making port, just because I'm a pirate! Don't they know Captain Jack Sparrow always gets what he wants!

"Even Ms. Swann," a voice from behind him said quietly, and Jack realized that he had been thinking aloud. He turned on his heel and faced the dark, handsome face of Will Turner.

"Will?" Jack was rather puzzled- he'd only been in the cell for a little over an hour, hadn't he? "What are you doing here?"

Will jangled the lock and began working on unlocking it. "I'm not doing it for you- I'm doing it for Elizabeth. She only gets better when you're around, so I have to break you out, show you to her, tell her that you want to marry her, and then I come back here and let them lock you up again."

Jack smirked at him. "There's a flaw in your 'brilliant' plan, Will. If you break me out of here, they will come after me and the only way to get me off is to prove me innocent. Otherwise I will have to make an fast getaway with the Pearl and I can't very well do that, can I, mate? Not with Elizabeth sick and all."

Will thought deeply for a few seconds before replying, "Then I guess I'll have to clear your name, won't I?" A slow grin spread over his face as he voiced the a question that was crucial to the plan that was forming in his mind:

"Jack…do you know where I can get women's clothes?"

Elizabeth stirred a little in her bed as the doctor dipped a rag in cool water and laid it on her forehead in an unsuccessful attempt to bring her fever down. He had dressed her in much lighter clothes and had tried leeches many times, but to no avail. She was still pale in the face and the rest of her had gone almost transparent, so that you could distinctly see the blue veins in her arms and legs.

On the outside she appeared as if she were brain dead, but on the inside her mind and her subconscious were working together furiously to produce disturbing dreams…

Elizabeth was on her hands and knees in the dirt, surrounded by hundreds of dead bodies. She held a bloody knife in her hand and her stomach churned at the sight of the crimson blood. She closed her eyes tightly against it and began screaming for mercy, knowing that she had murdered those people. As she cried out, her body shook violently and she began to have spasms. She ripped her hair out in several large clumps and begged for the fits to stop.

The doctors that were tending to her jumped back suddenly; Elizabeth seemed as if she were having some sort of seizure. Her body writhedand her arms flung out on either side of her, smacking an unlucky doctor in the face. Her legs kicked off the covers with a few jerks and she began to pant heavily, tears streaming down her face. She tossed herself over onto her back and continued to be out of control of her actions, her wild arms and legs smashing an oil lamp off the bedside table.

When the doctor managed to pick up the pieces and light a new one, Elizabeth had stopped moving, her body once again limp and seemingly lifeless. Her legs and arms were at angles and her head was jerked back. The doctor moved her tenderly into a more natural position and replaced the cloth on her forehead.

Elizabeth was standing in the middle of the desert, her throat dry. She reached instinctively for the flask around her waist and drank deeply, but found that her throat was still dry- no water had gone down it. She furrowed her brow, lifted the container up and watched the clear water flow from the flask. As soon as it touched her lips, however, it turned to dust. She threw it away in disgust and started to walk in no particular direction for what seemed like hours.

She finally reached a city with tall buildings and beautiful carriages. In the middle of it all was a gleaming fountain, overflowing with cold water. Elizabeth rushed for it but was pulled back just inches from it, her feet now caught in the earth. She struggled to pull free, but she stayed put. It released her suddenly and she flew forward.

Before she could reach the fountain, the ground started to shake. The buildings around her collapsed in a cloud of dust and rubble. The fountain was the last thing to go, sinking suddenly before it slipped out of sight. When the earthquake was over, Elizabeth was kneeling in the middle of destruction, crying and asking what on earth she had done to deserve such a fate.

"Doctor!" a young boy burst into the room.

"Get out!" the doctor waved him away impatiently. "Ms. Swann is sick, do you want to die, too?"

"But you should know," the boy went on breathlessly. "Captain Sparrow has been put in jail! It's justice repaid! Be happy and rejoice!" The door slammed as he was shoved roughly out of the room by the doctor of the Pearl.

"What's wrong with that, eh?" the doctor from the town asked with a small smile as he bent over Elizabeth's sweating face. "Old Jack Sparrow got what he deserved for what he did those years ago. I wonder what he did now, the old fool- augggh! Grr! Lefgggghh!" Elizabeth's hand had immediately flown up to his throat and gripped it with a newfound strength. The doctor managed to wrestle it away, to the laughs of the other physician.

"Don't you know not to talk about Jack Sparrow to Ms. Swann?" He asked as Elizabeth once again lost consciousness. "She loves him, even though he's been nothing but a jerk to her from the start."

Rage flew up inside Elizabeth, even though she was unsure of the reason. Within her dream, she was crying and screaming furiously as she swung her arms around, making contact with anyone that happened to come in her way. She found a torch on the ground and threw it, setting the many buildings around her on fire.

Smoke filled her nose and mouth and she tried to scream, but found she couldn't without coughing and sputtering. She bent over double and wondered what on earth had come over her. She knew that what she had done was wrong and now she was going to burn in hell for her sins.

The doctors lifted Elizabeth up out of her bed and out of the burning room. She had had another fit, this time knocking over a lamp and setting the room ablaze. Within moments, the room had been filled with smoke and most of the things in it had been engulfed in flames.

They brought her onto the main deck, then onto the shore. They laid her down and then rushed back to her old room to deal with the fire. They smothered the tongues of fire with wet blankets and dowsed them with water. They broke all the windows that they could, to clear the room, but still most of the belongings in it were lost. All that was left were two slightly melted rings and some odd pieces of clothes and furniture.

Outside, it was much colder than it was inside the ship. Elizabeth began to have another spasm, shaking back and forth. She was met by familiar, strong arms that wrapped around her. She stopped moving and was limp in the grasp of a person in a bright pink dress with a red wig. That person had lipstick smeared sloppily over their lips and kohl applied messily around their eyelids. They cried over the unmoving body of Elizabeth Swann, who was soon removed from their grasp.

The person in the dress relinquished her reluctantly to the arms of one of the doctors, who then said to them, "By God, Will, you make an ugly girl."