The next morning Jack woke up, and the first day in their journey to save Elizabeth's life had begun. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, and noticed Elizabeth was sitting on the end of the bed, her hands gripping the covers beside her. She was taking short, gasping breaths. Noticing this, he sat up quickly, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and sitting next to her, placing his hand on her back.

"What's wrong?" He said worriedly.

"I can't... I can't... breath," She said, gasping harshly. Jack looked around, not knowing what to do. He quickly got behind her, and pulled her between his legs. He wrapped one arm around her and placed his hand on her stomach, and wrapped the other around her shoulders, placing his hand right below her collar bone. He pressed his chest to her back and breathed in, bringing her with him.

"Alright love, feel how I'm breathing. Do it with me now," He said, letting out the breath. She continued gasping, but it was obvious she was trying. He breathed in and out, each time bringing her back with him.

"Come on now, Lizzie. Breath," He whispered into her ear. He breathed in again, and finally she got the hang of it, taking in a big, deep breath. She let it out slowly as he did, a slight gasp cutting it in the middle. A few more moments of this and her breathing was back to normal. She rested her head on his shoulder and turned into his neck, sighing heavily.

"You alright now, darling?" He asked, reaching up and brushing the hair away from her face.

"I think so," She said, sucking in a few extra breaths just in case. "Don't worry about me, Jack. We'll just let this fold out as it's going to," She said, sighing again.

"We're going to get this over and done with as quickly as possible," Jack said, kissing her temple. A moment passed, as they both contemplated what exactly was going on. Jack tried to push these thoughts out of his mind. He couldn't even think of what would happen if he didn't make it to Barbossa before this week was over. It would be a situation where he would be completely and utterly... helpless. Elizabeth already felt helpless, and she was beginning to feel the effects of the poison. She trusted Jack would get there in time, but there was that little voice at the back of her mind asking her... what if? As long as she died in Jack's arms, just as she was right now, she thought she'd be alright with it. Hopefully it'd be quick. She shook her head.

"Can we go outside, Jack? I feel a bit hot in here," She said, looking up at him. He smiled slightly.

"All right, love," He said, standing up and pulling her with him. He kept a protective arm around her waist as they walked out onto the deck. All the crew were there and they greeted the Captain and his love happily.

"Captain! I think we'll arrive at Port Royal in the very early morning, at the earliest," Gibbs said, rushing over.

"Are you sure we can't get there any earlier, Gibbs?" Jack acted, looking strained.

"I'm sorry, Captain," Gibbs said, shaking his head. "Do you think I could... have that explanation now?" Gibbs said, looking a bit worried about asking. Jack looked over at Elizabeth, a tense look on his face. She smiled sadly, and nodded her head. He walked away with her for a second, over towards the railing. He got in close to her face, suddenly serious.

"If you need anything, anything at all, love, you scream for me and I'll come immediately, savvy?" He said. She nodded her head. He quickly kissed her cheek and walked off with Gibbs. Elizabeth turned towards the sea, the wind blowing in her hair. A few moments later, Jack returned, and Elizabeth heard him say "Tell the rest" to Gibbs as he made his way over to her. She turned around, and saw Gibbs looking at her sympathetically. She smiled slightly at him. Jack walked over and took her hands in his.

"He knows. As of now, he'll be the one to Captain the new ship until it gets delivered," He said. She sighed, a tingling sensation taking over her entire body. She felt sick. And she was scared.