The morning of day five had Jack still on deck from the night before, informing the crew of what had to be done. It put them all in a somber mood, wishing it wasn't necessary to trade the precious Pearl. Jack made sure they knew that it was something they had to do, despite the fact that none of them wanted to. After he had finished breaking the news to the crew, he walked along the side of the Pearl, running his hand along her railings. He sighed, and finally made his way back to Elizabeth. He heard her coughing way before he even reached the cabin door.

He stepped inside and his heart quickened its pace. She was sitting on the side of the bed, coughing into her hands, which were both covered in blood. He ran over and sat next to her, rubbing her back up and down, trying to soothe her.

"Calm down, darling," Jack said as her coughing did not cease. The coughs began to settle down and were replaced by large gasping breaths. Jack took a hold of her hands, which were shaking. He reached over to the table and grabbed a cloth off of it, wiping her hands down and removing the blood. It seemed to work its way into the creases, and he tried hard to get rid of all of it. Her whole slight frame was shaking violently, and he threw the cloth aside.

"Lay down, Liz..." He whispered, pulling her into his lap and cradling her head in his hands. Her eyes were rolling up in her head. "Look at me, darling," He said, brushing back her hair and caressing her cheeks. She closed her eyes and rolled her head around, gasping. "Lemme see your eyes, Lizzie," Jack said firmly, hoping she could hear him. His heart was racing. She looked off to the cabin door, her breathing slowing down. She then turned and looked up at him.

"Jack?" She asked. He smiled sadly.

"I'm here, love," He said.

"Don't leave me..." She whispered, a tear falling down her cheek. The quickly wiped it away.

"Of course not," He said, his voice full of concern. She started moaning, throwing her head back and forth. Jack reached over and grabbed Elizabeth's hand, bringing it to his lips. She then looked back up at him again.

"Jack?"

"Yes, love?" He said, leaning down closer to her face.

"I don't... want to die..." She whispered. Jack pressed his forehead to hers, shaking his head.

"Don't talk that way, Lizzie," He whispered. Her head fell to the side, and Jack pulled away, and he turned her face towards his. She was completely unconscious. He put his arm underneath her back and got up from the bed, and laid her back down, arranging her head on the pillow. Her breathing had leveled out, and a line of blood slid out of her mouth. He wiped it off with his thumb, and smeared it on his pants, walking out of the cabin.

A few hours later Jack walked back into the cabin, and Elizabeth was still unconscious. He walked over and sat down on the bed, and lifted her up into his arms slightly. Her head fell backwards and her mouth was open. Jack narrowed his eyes, and adjusted her so her head fell onto his shoulder.

"Elizabeth...?" Jack whispered. She didn't respond. He shook her slightly, but it only caused her head to fall to the side. He laid her down again carefully, and felt for her pulse in her neck. It was weak and thready. He sat and put his head in his hands for a moment.

He came out of the cabin and Gibbs called down to him from the wheel.

"How is she, Jack?" He asked as the Captain walked by.

"Comatose," He said, walking towards the bow of the ship to be alone.