A/N: Wow, lots of reviews! XD I am finally ready to post this next chappie, now you all can see what Jack's great idea was at the ending of the previous chappie.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything at all…actually I own the plot, the WAVE RACER, and the tribe of hooligans.

-/-/- Will -/-/-

After busying himself with a few chores aboard the stationary ship, Will was once again lost in his depression and jealousy. Would he never be able to hold Elizabeth in his arms and have her love him in return again? He knew the answer to this question in his heart, but he could not bring himself to believe it. Once Elizabeth was well again he would persue her once more, like he did before he had ever met the notorious Captain, or seen the Black Pearl.

An understanding hand rested upon Will's shoulder as he gazed subconsciously at the waters below. He didn't bother to look over to see who it was, he didn't care as long as it wasn't Jack Sparrow.

"You'll be alright in the end." The voice seemed vaguely familiar but William couldn't figure out whom it belonged to, and for that reason he glanced over his shoulder to see James Norrington's eyes drifting over the water. "I could never be alright with what has begun." He retorted, returning his own gaze back to the ocean.

James moved over so that he was standing beside Will and they both had their arms stretched over the WAVE RACER'S rails. James didn't reply at first, as though he was picking his words out wisely. "Will, I know how you feel about Elizabeth, because I have been down that road as well. And I will tell you right now that there is probably no man on the face of the earth who, given enough time to get to know her, couldn't fall in love with her. Of course not all of those men could have her affections in return. It so happens that we are among the lot that is rejected. For all we know she could get over Jack Sparrow as well."

Will turned to face Norrington's experienced eyes and stated, "Do you know that she thinks of him every minute? Do you know how hard it is to be around her when you know she'll never feel the same way?" Norrington's eyes seemed pained for a slight second but he quickly averted his gaze. Will suddenly realized he did know the feelings he was having. "Unfortunately Mr. Turner I do know what you're going through. I have been through it. And I am past it. You will survive; it's just a matter of lasting until the sparks die down. The time will come when, when you see her, you won't feel the pain, or betrayal. You'll merely see someone whom you once loved and now know that someone else is out there, waiting for you." After saying this Norrington wiped an eye, trying to hide the motion from Will, and started away. Will didn't wholly believe James' comment and he turned to ask him, "When you look at her do you feel betrayed still?" Instead of an answer Will only received a glance of sorrow thrown at him as Norrington sauntered away.

-/-/- Jack -/-/-

Jack leaned up against the Captain's cabin's doorway, feeling quite guilty. He hadn't meant to, but he had overheard Will and Norrington's conversation as he walked by. It made he think about everything Elizabeth seemed to be giving up…for him. He had never even imagined she might think about him for hours at a time, or daydream of him, and love him so passionately as the two men had described. It made him feel warm inside, to know that someone was truly accepting him for the first time.

He blinked and turned around to grab the soaked rag he had laid down when hearing his name mentioned. After re-cooling it again he made his way down under the deck to Elizabeth's sleeping figure. He gently laid the rag over her forehead and smiled as he looked down upon her flushed face.

"Captain, Captain!" Jack jerked his head to look at the stairway where Marty's miniature figure shadowed the wood as he scurried down. "Yes, mate?" Jack asked, quickly pulling his hand away from the cool rag that he had been holding in place on Elizabeth's forehead. Marty's excited expression seemed of joy, not fear and as he spoke Jack also became excited, "It's the Pearl! The Pearl!" The two men rushed back on-deck to see the whole crew leaning over the railing and gawking wide-eyed at the marvelous ship with Black Sails that was before them. Jack looked over the Pearl to find she looked better than ever before and when he saw who was at the Captain's wheel he could only stand in awe.

Ole Bootstrap himself was steering the Pearl up aside the WACE RACER carefully. As it edged in place Will leapt aboard the Pearl and wasted no time in embracing his father emotionally. Jack made his way to the front of the crew and smiled welcomingly at the friend before him.

"How did you survive?" Will questioned and everyone wanted to hear what was to be said. Bootstrap chuckled and simply replied, "I wasn't present at the time of misfortune. But when I returned I found that everyone of doom was gone, even Davy Jones himself. Then I saw the two ships that were anchored over here I knew who it was and fetched the Black Pearl for Captain Jack here." Bootstrap beckoned with his hand for Jack to board the Pearl, and he eagerly did. He looked over every detail to find everything in perfect condition, to his pure liking.

The whole crew transferred their belongings, which did not consist of many things, over to the Pearl. Jack saw to it himself that Elizabeth was carefully transported into the guest's cabin of the Pearl and made sure she wasn't harmed in any way possible. By the time all of this was completed Will and Bootstrap had been able to talk about things for a while, and they now approached Jack to tell him of their plans.

Jack was sorting rum bottles in his cabin when he heard the hollow knocking at his door. He answered it to see Will at the entrance. Will waltzed right in without asking permission and made himself at home. "Alright then…" Jack prompted, slightly annoyed at being interrupted from his intense rum sorting.

"Jack, My father and I have been discussing things." Will started. When Jack seemed not the slightest bit interested he continued on, "Well, I've decided that…since…well, since Elizabeth and…you…anyways…I've decided that I don't need to just hang around all the time with only pain here." Upon hearing Will's uncomfortable statement Jack's interest was peeked and he flicked his finger, signaling Will to continue.

Will sighed and said, "I'm going to leave with my father." Jack tried to fake a disappointed look and unconvincingly said, "Oh, well your presence will be greatly missed by all who inhabit this ship. By all means, take the… the WAVE RACER is it? Yes, take the WACE RACER and be on your way." He flashed a quick, smirky grin and continued with his rum.

Will seemed a bit flustered and simply walked out the door where Bootstrap was waiting. Jack waited until he was sure they were gone before poking his head out of his cabin to the see the WAVE RACER sailing away. Hardly to his surprise did he happen to also see Norrington boarding his own ship. Their eyes locked and Norrington waved his hand in farewell as he let his ship begin to drift off. Jack smiled and waved in return.

Now he had but one thing left to do.

He walked to the guest cabin door, which was located only a few feet away from the Captain's cabin, and open the door open to peer in. There was only the light from a candle that illuminated the room where he saw Elizabeth in the soft, comfy bed. He smiled and, shutting the door behind him, walked over to her figure. His eyes searched all her pockets looking for any lumps, which gave away the object he was looking for. There! He grinned and reached carefully into the pocket and pulled out the figure, which he held up triumphantly. It was a small glass bottle that contained powdery dust substances within. He pulled the cork out of the top of the bottle and let some of the powder spill out onto his palm. He then gently let the powder slip through his fingers, which were positioned over Elizabeth's infected wound. As soon as the powder made skin contact the dark redness seemed to become a shade lighter. Jack smiled and grabbed the glass of water that had been placed on Elizabeth's nightstand by Gibbs.

He emptied the rest of the bottle's contents into the glass and sloshed the water around to mix it together. Then he held the rim of the glass to Elizabeth's pink lips and slowly directed the water into her mouth. Her throat automatically swallowed the water down until there was none left. Jack smiled and said. "Tia's dirt and dust are both very helpful." And with that said he stood gazing at Elizabeth as her flush face began to pale and the glow of life returned to her face. And he waited even longer, until her eyelids began to flicker and blink open.