On day six, Jack woke up to the delightful smell of Elizabeth's hair. After hours of staring at her, waiting for any movement, he had finally fallen forward onto the pillow and went to sleep. The sun flooding into the room brought him out of his slumber. He pulled himself up with a groan, and looked down at the lady beside him. She hadn't moved an inch. He smiled sadly, and sighed.

"Good morning, darling," He said, leaning down and kissing her forehead. "One more of these and this terrible ordeal will be all over..." Jack said, looking around him at the ship he was going to have to give up. It made him realize just how far he would go for her. He ran his hand over her cheek, looking back down at her.

"You going to look at dear ole Jack today, Liz?" He said, looking down at his sleeping beauty. "Obviously not," He said with a sigh, kissing her again and then getting up and leaving the cabin, grabbing onto his belt and hat as he left.

"Mr. Gibbs?" Jack called, walking up the stairs and to where he was standing at the wheel.

"We've gained a bit of speed, Captain. I think we might arrive there at midnight tonight," Gibbs said. A smile brightened up Jack's face, and he went over and gave Gibbs a quick hug, slapping his back happily.

"Good, good, Mr. Gibbs. If you keep doing this well, I'll have to get you a ship of your own!" Jack said, and Gibbs laughed. The happiness left Jack's face as soon as an image of Elizabeth popped into his mind. He sighed and walked towards the bow again. He got down the stairs and looked up, and noticed a man pulling himself onto the ship, falling onto the ground. Jack quickly pulled out his gun and pointed it at him, walking towards him quickly.

"Show yourself!" Jack yelled at the man, whose boots and the bottom of his pants were soaking wet and dripping onto the deck. He raised up his hands, but his hair was in his face, making it impossible to see who he was.

"This isn't exactly... showing yourself, son," Jack said. The man whipped his hair behind him. It was Will Turner. Jack lowered his gun, and quickly put it back in it's holster, closing the distance between him and Will.

"Will! How did you...?" Jack asked, putting his hands on Will's shoulders.

"Our dear friend Cotton motioned for me to get into the rowboat and get away as he took a hold of the wheel. He was a good man," Will said, and Jack nodded his head. "I've been following the Pearl as quickly as I could for the past few days, and sometime last night I grabbed onto a rope and I've been dragged along since then. My rowboat got destroyed under the Pearl. I was having a bit of trouble pulling myself up," He said.

"Why didn't you yell out for some help?" Jack asked.

"I was afraid with Elizabeth's condition, you'd shoot first and ask questions later for want of protecting her," Will said. Jack nodded his head. It was almost what he did in their current situation. Jack's arms dropped from Will's shoulders.

"Well, I'm glad you're alright, boy," Jack said, smiling slightly.

"How... how's Elizabeth?" Will asked, seemingly afraid of the answer. Jack sighed, shaking his head.

"She's in a coma... she's gone through a lot. I just... we're supposed to arrive at the Island at midnight tonight, I hope that's the case. She's... she's not going to last much longer," Jack said, his lips forming into a straight line.

"You're going to save her, Jack," Will said firmly, nodding his head. Jack nodded back, not so sure.