What had she done to him? Jack longingly watched as the rowboat rowed away. The person he needed most in the world was among the men on that boat. Jack easily slipped his hand out of the cuffs after using oil from the lamp and walked to the edge of the Pearl. He had his head done in hopeless grief, but when he slowly looked out towards the boat again a pair of eyes met his own. She was looking back at him, and even though she had said she wasn't sorry, he knew she was. In her eyes the emotion was completely inescapable. Jack wanted to dive out into the sea, but no, he had been given the chance to do the right thing, he had done it, and then she had done what she thought was right. He would honor her decision even when, deep down, he felt utterly betrayed. The only thing that eased his pain was that he knew how she really felt.
He watched her as she sorrowfully looked down and turned her head back to the front. He could hear dripping water as the tentacles of the Kraken raised above him, but he paid them no heed. He kept gazing out at the rowboat, but when the Kraken's mouth loomed over him no one on that boat except her turned to see him. He grinned at her, pulling out his sword. She stood up, for she had vowed not to watch his untimely death, but now she couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene. Elizabeth almost thought she could hear Jack saying, "'Ello Beastie," as his readied sword was what the Kraken's mouth first tasted.
Just as a tear welled up in her eye she forced herself to sit down and look away. As the Kraken's teeth curved around Jack and his pointed sword he could feel her gaze, and he knew that she would be among the ones who came to find him, to find him wherever this Beastie took him to.