Jack woke up and day three began. He reached out and realized that Elizabeth was no longer in his arms. He sat up quickly, his eyes snapping open and looking around promptly. She was no where to be seen. He stumbled out of bed and ran into the cabin door, pushing it open. He got onto the deck and looked up, seeing Gibbs practically falling asleep at the wheel. Then, he looked to his left when he heard a noise. Elizabeth was gripping the railing of the Pearl and throwing up into the ocean. She looked like she could barely keep herself up. He sprinted over to her and caught her around the waist before she fell to the ground, taken over by a fit of coughs. He helped her slide gently to the ground as she reached up and put the back of her hand over her eyes, distraught. She was once again gasping for breath.

She reached up over her head angrily and grabbed onto the railing, trying to pull herself up. She got onto her legs and as soon as the weight of her body came up her legs collapsed, and she fell to the ground before Jack could catch her. She hit her head on the wall of the Pearl on the way down, yelling out in pain and awaking Mr. Gibbs. He started to run towards the couple, but Jack held out a hand to stop him, his attention remaining on Elizabeth. Jack reached down and grabbed her underneath her arms, supporting her as he pulled her to her feet.

"No... oh, Jack..." She wailed, coughing painfully.

"What is it, Elizabeth?" Jack asked urgently, holding her tightly.

"I can't stop being able to walk... Jack... I can't. I can't lose control of myself... this is taking me over, Jack..." She said, trailing off and wrapping her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder. He stopped for a moment, his heart breaking for her. She was too weak to walk; her legs were collapsing under her. He thought of how much she loved to be on the Pearl, to walk her decks, to lean on the railing and feel the wind on her face. His heart broke for her. He hugged her tightly, holding her to him. He then put a hand underneath her knees, lifting her off the ground and into his arms. He couldn't let her fall again. He couldn't let her feel that defeat again.

"It'll be over soon, darling," He whispered to her. "It'll be over soon."

A few minutes later he had carried her into the cabin and laid her on the bed, putting a pillow behind her head. She looked upset, and stared off into the distance, holding one hand in the other on top of her stomach. Jack sat down next to her, reaching down and pushing her hair away from her face. She averted her eyes.

"Are you angry with me, love?" Jack asked her. She shook her head, closing her eyes.

"Of course not," She said, her voice hoarse.

"Look at me, Liz," Jack said. She did so. "We only have a few more days. It'll be over in a few days. We might even get there early. I know it hurts now, love, but it's all gonna go away soon. You're strong. You can get through this," He said, still stroking her hair. Her eyes were filling up with tears.

"I don't feel strong," She said, her voice breaking.

"You are, darling girl, you are. I tell you I would have been dead by now, if in your position," Jack said, smiling slightly. "You're terribly beautiful, Lizzie. I don't think I've ever seen your match," He said sweetly. She pursed her lips together and looked away from him.

"Stop trying to make me feel better, Jack," She said, suppressing a smile. He leaned down and planted a kiss on her forehead, which was radiating heat. She smiled, grabbing onto his hand which was braced on the side of the bed. When he pulled away, she asked him something.

"So... Will was at the docks, was he?"