The ship finally came to a slow halt and floated in the water a little ways away from the beach. Barbossa was approaching them slowly; a strange and confused look on his face. The crew had gathered on the deck in response to Jack's calls.
"Alright men, I want you all to get off this ship in an orderly fashion..." Jack yelled, and then turned around and looked down at Barbossa. He was drawing a gun, and narrowing his eyes at Jack. Jack turned back to the crew.
"Leave... behind your weapons," He said, bowing his head. "We don't want to risk anything," Jack said painfully. The crew quickly got off the ship and Jack followed them. He jumped down onto the sand with a slight splash, and then walked over towards Barbossa.
"What exactly are you doing, Jack?" Barbossa said, lifting his eyebrows.
"We got your ship... but some bloody fool decided to sink it somewhere along the way-"
"So what are you going to do, then?" Barbossa asked with a smile.
"Let. Me. Finish," Jack said, glaring at him. Barbossa waved for him to go on. "You're going to take the Pearl," Jack said, trying to not let any emotion show through in his voice. Barbossa's smile widened and he started nodding at Jack. Jack could barely contain his anger.
"Well, this deal is turning out better than I expected," Barbossa said happily. Jack was glaring daggers at him.
"Stop your blubbering, Barbossa, and hand over that antidote," Jack said seriously.
"Go get your girl and bring her down here, and then I will," Barbossa said, crossing his arms in front of him. Jack nodded his head and rushed back over to the ship and climbed back up the rope easily that was attached. He ran across the deck and over to the cabin and walked through the doorway, never losing his speed. He walked over to his love, whose breathing seemed strained and labored, and picked her up into his arms.
"We're almost there, Lizzie. Just a few more moments..." He whispered. He carefully put her over his shoulder as he walked over and slid down the rope. He readjusted her in his arms as he walked back over to Barbossa. He was ready to get this over with.
"Now..." Barbossa said, bringing his hand to his chin, "How are we going to do this?" He asked, looking as if he was thinking. Jack glanced down at Elizabeth. She didn't have that much more time.
"Just give me the antidote, Barbossa. We don't have any weapons, we're not going to stop you from taking the Pearl," Jack said, listening to her pained breathing. Barbossa smiled.
"I never knew you could get so worked up over a girl, Jack," Barbossa said, laughing. Jack sighed. Neither did he. But he was, and there was nothing that could pull him back from that now. He was sweating with anticipation and so many other emotions. He needed to save her.
"Just give it to me, Barbossa," Jack pleaded, looking into the other man's eyes. He nodded his head.
"Lay her down on the ground," Barbossa said. Jack kneeled down and laid her legs on the ground, holding onto her upper body so she was supported by his knee. Her head fell over towards him, her forehead resting on his chest. Barbossa kneeled as well, and reached inside his coat and pulled out a vile of liquid, and a knife.
"Has the wound on her hand healed?" He asked. Jack picked up her hand and turned it over. The wound was beginning to seal itself up, the skin around it red and angry. Barbossa stuck the knife in the old wound, reopening it and spilling Elizabeth's blood. Jack flinched. Barbossa shoved the vile into Jack's free hand.
"You do the rest. Put some of the antidote into the wound, and then have her drink some. Keep doing that everyday until it's all gone. I'm off. Thank you for this lovely ship. I hope you have a wonderful time with your girl," Barbossa said, getting up and walking towards the Pearl, waving his gun at each of them in turn as he went. Jack gathered Elizabeth closer to him and opened the vile with shaking hands. In the background, Barbossa pulled himself up the rope and stepped onto the deck.
A gunshot was heard on the Pearl. Everyone turned around quickly, and saw Barbossa fall to the deck and Will standing in front of him, slowing lowering his smoking gun.
Jack looked up for only a second, enough to enjoy the fact that the Pearl was going to remain in his possession. He quickly poured some of the liquid from the vile into Elizabeth's hand, and it bubbled and turned into a fuzzy stream along the wound. Then he tilted her head back slightly, and poured a bit of it into her mouth. He rubbed her throat gently, coaxing her to swallow it easily.
"That's it, darling. Drink it down..." He whispered into her ear. She swallowed with a bit of difficulty. He capped the vile and slipped it into his pocket, and then held her around her waist, rocking her back and forth and whispering into her ear. After a moment, he felt her breathing slow down to a full stop. He reached up and felt for her pulse. Her heart beat once, twice, and then stopped. He felt around desperately, but felt no comforting thump underneath his fingers. He started gasping for breath.
"No, no, no! Liz, you can't do this!" He screamed, beginning to cry. He wrapped his arms around her tighter and pulled her into his shoulder, rocking her back and forth as he sobbed.
