A/N: Yes, another chappie! Enjoy before I get caught up in school work…which most likely will happen soon. And if school doesn't keep me busy soccer will. So like I said, enjoy while you can!

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own it. I own the plot but none of the characters except the weird tribe people who, in the last chappie, found Mr. Sparrow.

-/-/-/- Elizabeth -/-/-/-

Elizabeth blinked her eyes and groaned. She felt as hot as she could possibly be and had a striking pain in her side. As she started to sit up she realized she was under-deck and on his hammock. An excruciating pain made her sink back on her back so that she was again laying in the hammock. Why am I here? What happened? Why do I hurt so badly? Slowly short visions of what had happened came back to her. There had been Mermaids, a loud ear-splitting sound, lots of water, and Will had been close to her.

The sound of boots stepping on wood interrupted Elizabeth's thoughts. She turned her head to look at the stairs leading up on deck to see Will walking down. He wore a grim expression that was serious and worried. His hair looked messier than usual and his eyes were slightly blood-shot. When his eyes met her own most of the tension in his expression vanished. "Elizabeth, you're awake!" Elizabeth forced a smile; for some reason she had hoped it would be Jack coming down to her, by some odd miracle. Will rushed to her side and smiled. "How are you feeling?" Elizabeth grimaced and replied, "Really hot, and I have aching pains in my side." Will's smile faded quickly. "You probably have an infection. You had a bad scratch on your side, from being flung over the wooden railing so quickly I believe."

"An infection? Then I need a doctor!" Elizabeth could almost hear death calling her name. Having an infection out on open sea was very risky and almost always guaranteed you to perish. Will put his hand on her own, trying to comfort her though with no success. There was only one thing that could comfort Elizabeth for the time being. "There is no port, or even land, in range for miles and miles. There is nothing we can do, except hope that you will get better on your own."

Elizabeth suddenly felt faint and weak. One of Jack's tricks came to her mind. "Will…what do you…want most in the world?" She had trouble talking she was so weak. Will made a puzzled expression. "Well, you of course." Elizabeth faintly smiled, "And we both know that I am going to die without something." Will's hopeful look faded away. "Someone rather than something." Elizabeth could only nod in return. "But you do want me to live, more than…anything in the world…?" Will smiled and nodded. Elizabeth slowly reached into her pocket and pulled out Jack's compass. "Only Jack can save me now. And…if you want me to…live…then you must…find him." Will took the compass from her hands and looked at it. "Jack's compass always points at him, so you said, so why are you telling me all this?" Elizabeth sighed. "No Will, his compass points at…what you desire…most in the world. Watch…" She took the compass back from him and opened it up so that it started spinning. When it stopped it pointed towards their left. "I do desire Jack more than anything…else in the…world. So when I…hold the compass…it points at him." Will shifted uncomfortably and took the compass. It spun one circle but ended up pointing in the same direction. Elizabeth smiled and closed her eyes. She could feel sleep claiming her and she needed to give in. She felt Will's hand move away from her own, and knew he had hoped she was only thinking that she loved Jack when she told him. The compass had confirmed it for him though.

-/-/-/- Will -/-/-/-

Will watched Elizabeth fall into a deep slumber with growing jealousy. How could she really love a pirate, especially the one who had bartered with his own soul? The thought of Jack holding Elizabeth in his arms sickened the young man. Will looked at Elizabeth once more, longingly, and stood up, to walk up on deck. So much activity was going on he felt flustered. But he found Barbossa's figure standing behind the ship's wheel and walked towards him. Barbossa saw him coming and hastily smiled. Will tipped his head and said, "Jack is that way." He pointed towards the left. Barbossa gave a disgusted look, "I didn't know you were that way." Will rolled his eyes. "I'm not. Elizabeth is dying of infection, and I know the only thing that can save her is Jack. So that's what I want. Jack is that way." His arm was still extended towards the left. Barbossa glanced that way and nodded, turning the wheel slightly so that the ship turned. Will sighed and put the compass up before returning to his chores.

-/-/-/- Jack -/-/-/-

"Oh bugger…" Jack quickly ducked, avoiding all the spears, and looked for an opening in the legs of the tribe, he assumed they were a tribe, and took off. "Hmm…this seems vaguely like de-ja vu." He said as the people went running after him. He dodged an ice bridge that was very low lying, but slipped as he was thrown off balance on ice. The tribe people easily halted around him, pointing their spears again. The Chief grumbled, "None of that now." Three of the men grabbed Jack's arms and started dragging him behind the rest of the tribe as the Chief led them along a path. As Jack looked closer he could see that an ice trail had been made with spear tips, it appeared. As he was dragged along he began trembling violently. The tribe was dressed in warm skins for clothing while he only had his thing cloth shirt and pants, which were wet from being inside a damp mouth for at least two-days. He suddenly realized how hungry he was as well, and thirsty. "You guys wouldn't happen to have any rum by chance?" he asked. The three men dragging him looked coldly at him and shook their heads. Jack sighed and hung his head. What had been degraded to? A prisoner.

After being dragged for quite a while he could see an ice cave come into view. He squinted and heard cries of pain and torment. He grimaced and knew he didn't ever want to see the inside of that cave. He looked around, trying to find a distraction, but found nothing he could use. So instead he just said, "Look!" he already felt the pressure of the three men's grip loosen. "What?" one of them shouted. Jack thought quickly, "That prisoner is escaping!" the three men starred at him unaffected. "And no one saw it! If you three go and get him, you'll get credit for it!" Their faces lit up and they were off. Jack made a face. He had been sure that they wouldn't fall for as lame of a distraction as that. But he took the opportunity never the less. He looked around and saw a crack in the ice, just big enough for him to squeeze into. No one even noticed him dash towards it and he was squeezed close together as he inched into the crack. Suddenly the crack grew wider and wider until it opened up into a small dome. An icy ceiling was above and the floor was a think layer of ice as well. There was a hole in the ice where a seal, no doubt, would come up through for air. Jack looked around and broke off a piece of ice from the wall. He touched the tip of it to find it very sharp. He could use it to kill the seal when it came up. But first he needed to block the entrance of the dome up so that none of the tribe people would find him.

It took him a while but he managed to put ice in the crack, enough so that you could only open it up again from the inside. As he sat down to wait for the arrival of the seal, his thoughts wandered. Now was really his first chance to actually think about things since the Kraken swallowed him. His thoughts rested on one subject and stayed there. Elizabeth. Jack was slightly surprised at how much he missed her feminine company. He reached into his pocket and grinned at what he was holding. It was an exact copy of his compass. It was actually his decoy compass. It worked just as well as the one he had given to Elizabeth. He remembered all the times he had opened it to find it pointing straight towards her, and couldn't help but wonder if her compass ever pointed to him. Once he had seen it point to him, but it was only a slight glimpse and he hadn't been sure. He had always imagined her loving him, but nothing but their kiss could have proven she did have feelings for him. There had been a spark of passion in that kiss, and Jack didn't want it to go away. He was only proud of Elizabeth for taking advantage of the kiss by locking him up. "Pirate." He had said. Yes, it was true. Every day he had spent around her, she became more and more like a pirate herself. He couldn't help but smile as his thoughts continued on and on.