"How far are we from Port Royal?" Jack asked Gibbs, a few hours later.

"It still looks like we'll be arriving there right before sunrise," He said, keeping the wheel steady. "Do you know how we're going to do this, Jack?" Gibbs asked, looking over at his comrade.

"Leave it to me, Mr. Gibbs. I'm going to get this done, no matter what. For her," He said, sighing and looking down, worry coming over his face.

"You love her, don't you Captain?" Gibbs asked. Jack didn't answer. Gibbs smiled to himself, and directed his glance back to the sea. Jack twiddled his fingers for a second, and then took a few steps away from Gibbs, moving his jaw back and forth. Jack's mind was elsewhere. He wished he at least knew what this poison was.

"I'm going back into the cabin to check on her. Call me when Port Royal comes into view," Jack said, reaching out and slapping Gibbs on the shoulder. He then made his way down the stairs a little faster than usual, and back to Elizabeth. When he reached the cabin he opened the door slowly, trying not to make too much noise in case she was sleeping. He looked inside and saw her staring back at him, laid out on the bed. He smiled, caught slightly off guard, and stepped inside, walking over to the bed and sitting in the chair next to it, placing his hand at the back of her neck and massaging it gently, smiling sweetly at her.

"How are you, darling?" He whispered, his tone soft and caring. She smiled a bit, although she seemed too tired to do so.

"Drained..." She whispered, her voice sounding strained.

"Just take it easy, Lizzie. Stay in here and rest. I'll stay by you as long as I can," He said, lowering his face to the level of hers.

"How are you going to commandeer a ship from the fleet, Jack? I don't want you to get arrested, they won't have any sympathy for you if you get caught..."

"Even if I tell them what's happening to you?"

"They'll think you're making it up."

"What if I bring them to you?"

"They won't let you."

He knew she was right. If they caught him, they'd write up his death warrant right there on the spot. Everyone knew Elizabeth Swann had sailed away with Jack Sparrow, and he doubted anyone had any respect left for her because of that.

"I'll just do it like I did it before," Jack said, nodding his head.

"You had Will to help you before," Elizabeth whispered.

"I can do it myself, love. I surely have the proper amount of incentive," He said, sighing. She smiled, reaching over and holding his other hand.

"You're risking your life to save mine," She said tensely.

"Damn right," Jack said immediately. She closed her eyes, her smile widening a bit. She tilted her head back, and opened her eyes to look at him. He removed his hand from her neck and replaced it on her cheek, running his thumb over her skin.

"I love you, Jack," She whispered, as if it was a sacred oath. He leaned in, his eyes traveling down to her lips, and kissed her sweetly. A moment later he pulled away, but still remained close.

"I love you, too, Elizabeth," He said, caressing her cheek. The sun set in the distance as the lovers finally put their feelings into words.