Jack and Elizabeth were sitting on the bed together in the cabin, and he was delicately wrapping a cloth around the gash in her hand, which looked like it was eating away at her palm. Jack was muttering to himself.
"I bet he's just calling us out... trying to worry me... get me to work faster... show him..." He mumbled, not thinking Elizabeth was listening. She wasn't making any remarks. She was just staring off into the distance, looking like she was resigned to die already. He finished wrapping up her wound, and brought her hand up to his lips, kissing her fingertips. He then started dabbing at the cut on her neck, wiping the blood away. He sat down the cloth on the bed, and sighed, and looked over at her. Seeing the grave expression on her face, he ran his finger along her jaw line, pulling her to him. She rested her head on his shoulder, sighing. He kissed her forehead, holding her to him.
"How are you, my Lizzie?" He asked.
She didn't want to talk of such things. "How are you going to do this, Jack?" She whispered. "You'll never make it in time."
"Of course I will, Elizabeth. I have to... and I will," He said, dead set on doing so. "Savvy?" He asked, resting his head on hers, trying to get her to smile. She did, but only slightly. She nodded her head. Despite how worried she was about this entire situation, she had faith in Jack. A light knock was heard on the door.
"Come in," Jack called. Mr. Gibbs came through the doorway.
"Eh... Captain... why, exactly, are we heading to Port Royal?" He asked.
"There are some very important matters I need to tend to, Mr. Gibbs. Don't fret; I'll fill you in on the entire situation when I am ready to do so. But, until then, follow my orders and we'll all get along just fine."
"Is Ms. Elizabeth alright?" He asked, looking at her worriedly. Jack pulled her closer to him.
"I'll tell you more about that, too, Mr. Gibbs. Now... go!" Jack said, motioning for Gibbs to leave the cabin. He nodded his head, clearing his throat, and quickly walked out of the door, shutting it loudly behind him.
"You're going to have to tell them, Jack," Elizabeth said. "You're going to need them to help you with this other ship," She whispered, lowering her tone.
"I will explain it to them... I just need to process it all myself first, ya hear? I gotta get it together in my own head. I can't believe this is happening," He said, shaking his head. He then looked down at her, and her blank expression. She couldn't believe it either. "But don't worry about it, my love. I'll get us through this," He said, kissing the tip of her nose. "I wish it wouldn't take so long to sail to Port Royal," Jack muttered. "We have to make it there in a day in a half, at least. Then we'll need to backtrack to the Isle de Cruces. Bloody hell, he must have planned this whole trip out. We have just enough time," He said, but then thought of her again. "But, I know we'll get there faster than expected, considering Jack Sparrow is the Captain of this here ship," He said, smiling.
"Let's not talk of it anymore, Jack," She said, clearing her throat. She looked down at her hand, which seemed to be shaking violently without her consent. "My hand feels like it's burning..." She whispered, hissing. He told hold of it, lightly pulling back the cloth and blowing on the wound. She sighed, and after a moment he stopped.
"I'm gonna get you out of this, Lizzie, darling," He said, tipping up her chin and leaning in to press his lips to hers, but she put her head down.
"What is it?" He asked.
"I don't want you to kiss me... I don't want to transmit any sickness I might have," She said, sadly. He raised her face up again, and pressed his lips to hers, unafraid. She smiled into the kiss. She felt safe in his arms. He wrapped himself up in her and they fell back onto the bed and he held her until she fell asleep.
