Jack didn't sleep all night, and when day seven begun he was ready. He was sitting on the side of the bed with Elizabeth's hand in his, staring through the open door out to the deck, and waiting for Gibbs to appear and tell him that they had arrived. He was worried about how they were going to get off the island once he handed the Pearl over to Barbossa. He was hoping Elizabeth would be on her way to recovery by then. Light was flooding into the room.
He didn't know what he'd do when he saw Barbossa. He wasn't worried about him taking the deal; he knew Barbossa would gladly take the Pearl off his hands. Jack was gripping Elizabeth's hand tightly. He'd want to kill the man the second he saw him for making her suffer so. He wondered how the exchange would go. He knew Barbossa would want to be on the Pearl before he gave them anything. He sighed, and turned a bit so he could look down at Elizabeth. He brought her hand up and pressed it to his heart.
"We're almost there, my love. Then I'll get to see those beautiful eyes again," He drawled, stroking her fingers. He leaned down and brushed his lips across hers, kissing her lightly.
"I love you, My Lizzie," Jack said against her mouth. "Please don't ever leave me, darling..." He whispered, picking up her other hand and pulling it up to fill the space between him and her. He brought both of her hands to his lips and kissed them, looking down at her. Mr. Gibbs appeared in the doorway, blurting out the sun behind him.
"Jack," Gibbs said, and Jack turned around. "The Isle de Cruces has come into view," He said, sounding somewhat out of breath. Jack drew in a breath, and nodded to Mr. Gibbs, and turned back to Elizabeth.
"The antidote is in sight, love. We're almost there," He whispered again, looking worried at her prolonged lack of response. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, and then made his way out onto the deck. He ran up the stairs and went to stand alongside Gibbs, who was staring off at the island.
"We're only moments away," Gibbs whispered.
"Thank god for that," Jack said back. The island was recognizable from when they had come here before. The long shoreline leading up to the beach, the top of the church that he, Will and Norrington had fought at. There was a small boat pulled up on the beach, and Jack figured it must be Barbossa's. His face hardened in anger at the thought of him.
"Where's Will, Mr. Gibbs?" Jack asked, suddenly looking around.
"Uh... I'm not sure. I haven't seen him in a while," Gibbs said, looking around confusedly. Jack shook his head.
"Forget about him... we need to focus on what's at hand," Jack said, motioning back towards the island. It was getting closer and closer by the second, and Jack's breathing was getting heavier and quicker the closer it got. He looked back at the open cabin door, at Elizabeth's quiet face lying on her pillow. He needed her to make it. They were so close he could taste it, and he had this horrible feeling that she was going to leave him before they got there. He shook his head, clearing his throat. He couldn't think that way. He was going to save her. He had to save her.
They got close enough to see Barbossa walk out onto the beach, his feet sinking into the wet sand.
