Elizabeth heard Jack screaming from inside the cabin. She heard yells of "Send a rowboat over!" and that the Intrepid was sinking. As soon as she heard that, she reached over and grabbed the handle of the soup bowl and pulled it over to her, and promptly threw up in it, and then sat it back down on the ground. She was gasping again, her breaths harsh. She was holding onto her throat, as if it would help somehow.

Jack saw the mast of the Intrepid disappear into the sea. He looked around for the pirate ship and saw it, way off ahead of them. He reached up and rubbed his face. His hand was shaking. The thing he was going to trade for Elizabeth's key to escaping death had just been swallowed up in the sea. William Turner, he'd guessed, had gone with it. Jack was at a complete loss. He had no idea what to do. He started to walk towards the cabin, and then stopped himself. He couldn't face her. He couldn't tell her that she was going to die, that he had nothing to trade for the antidote. He couldn't resign himself to losing the one thing that he lived for. He stopped, and looked at the raging waters where the Intrepid previously sat. Then, he looked at the deck of the Pearl, her mast, her railings. He nodded his head, sucking in a breath, and walked slowly to the cabin.

Elizabeth was sitting on the floor, her knees pulled up to her chest and her head resting on them. She looked up at him when he walked through the door. Her eyes were red and teary, no doubt from another round of coughing right before he came into the room. Her lips were chapped and dry, and she breathing strained breaths. He walked over and sat next to her, heaving a sigh and resting his arms on his knees. He was staring off into the distance.

"What is it?" She finally asked, pulling herself closer to him. He sighed and bowed his head. "Jack?" She asked, slight panic in her voice.

"The Intrepid... sunk. We're not sure what... happened to Will. I assume he... went down with the ship," Jack said, not yet looking up at her. Her breathing was beginning to speed up, and she was nodding her head, accepting her fate.

"All right... all right," She was whispering, beginning to gasp quicker and more with each passing second. She slammed her hand to her mouth, to stop herself from completely losing it. He could hear her gasping from behind her hand. Two tears dropped onto her face. She removed her hand after a moment, letting it slide down to her collar bone. "Okay... okay," She whispered. "Don't let me be alone when it happens, Jack," She said, looking over at him, clinging to his arm.

"Nothing is going to happen, Elizabeth," Jack said, staring down at the ground.

"What in the world do you mean?" Elizabeth asked him, confused.

"We're still going to get the antidote from Barbossa," Jack said.

"How? We... we don't have the ship for him, we have nothing to trade, he's... he's not going to just... hand it over," She asked, sucking in large gasps of air.

"The Pearl," Jack said.

"What?" She asked, her voice breaking.

"The Pearl, Liz. We're going to give him the Pearl," Jack said, finally turning and looking at her. She started shaking her head, another few tears dropping as her face contorted with emotion.

"No, Jack. No, we can't... we can't do that," She said, holding onto his arm desperately and laying her head on his shoulder.

"We have to, Elizabeth," Jack stated, as a cold hard fact. She turned her face into his sleeve and sobbed, closing her eyes tightly. He reached over absentmindedly and stroked her hair, turning and staring at the ground again.

"I'm... I'm so... sorry," Elizabeth whispered.

"Don't be. None of this is your fault," Jack said, turning towards her once more. "It's a ship, Liz. You... you... you're what I'm living for. If I don't have you, I don't have... I don't have..." He trailed off and draped his arms about her and enveloped her in his arms. She sobbed and clung to him, and a single tear fell from Captain Jack Sparrow's eye.