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"Turn the ship around!" Elizabeth said loudly as she got on deck. Jack whirled around to face her, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Ah, there she is, my little pirate! I knew you had it in you Lizzy!"

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "I need to get back to the Dutchman."

"Why on earth would you want to do that?"

"He will hunt us down. I won't risk the lives aboard this ship."

Jack raised a brow at that. "All high and mighty are we?"

"No, I prefer not to be clasped to a mast…" Elizabeth smirked.

Jack winced, she had a sharp tongue. "Well, then, I'll be turning…"

"No, Jack!" Will climbed from below the decks. "Don't do it! We can get rid of this curse!" Will walked over to Elizabeth and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Elizabeth, don't sacrifice yourself!"

"It's not me I'm sacrificing…it's us." Will gripped her harder, no he couldn't let her go. "Will, you're hurting me." Fear flashed in her eyes.

"Son…" Bill put a hand on Will's shoulder. "Let her go."

Will let go of Elizabeth abruptly. "I'm not letting you go."

"You may not have a choice." Elizabeth watched the large shadow underneath the water. "He found me. Now he knows of my allegiance…"

The sudden roar of the sea shook Will to his core. The Flying Dutchman was suddenly there, looking every bit as mean and powerful as he remembered.

"Hand the lass over, and we have no qualms with you Captain Sparrow." Davy Jones sputtered angrily as he sauntered over towards the railing. "In other words, we won't kill you…again." Jones and the crew erupted into laughter.

"She's not going anywhere!" Will shouted as he pulled out his cutlass and pulled Elizabeth behind him.

"Turner's son. Keep that heroism up boy and you'll be joining my crew sooner than you think!" Elizabeth pulled away.

"No Elizabeth, please, don't do this, I love you!" Elizabeth winced.

"Love?!" Jones bellowing voice shook the Pearl. Elizabeth did the only think she could do. She raised her hand and slapped Will hard against the cheek.

Complete silence hushed both ships. "You don't love me, you don't trust me, and I can't do either in return. You didn't want to talk about it, you didn't want anything to do with me…you let me die Will. You could not save me…may God save you." Elizabeth walked past Jack without ever once looking at him.

A large wooden plank was plopped down and Elizabeth walked across. Jones held out his arm and helped her step down. Will watched in pure astonishment…he was letting her go…he was losing her again.

"No!" Will rushed to the Dutchman.

Will crossed the plank in a hurry and ran up to Elizabeth and Jones…he did not see the sword.

Elizabeth's eyes flashed as she saw the sword Jones had. Elizabeth stepped in front of Will in one quick movement. The blade plunged threw her abdomen, a red mark was forming on her white gown. "Now I know." Jones said with a sneer.

Elizabeth fell to her knees. No, she couldn't be dying…

Suddenly she remembered something that Tia Dalma told her. You have a fierce presence inside you…

Elizabeth could feel Will's hands on her, trying to save her. Elizabeth knew, however, that she needed to save herself. Elizabeth looked down at her abdomen…the dark crimson color soon turned into a black that she had never seen before. It was so rich and deep.

Elizabeth staggered to her feet and pulled out the sword. Jones stared at her in astonishment. Elizabeth gasped as the sword ripped away at her.

Will held her tightly. She shrugged off his gasp and threw the sword down at Jones's feet. "I am the sea." Elizabeth muttered.

A sudden roar…the sea's cry, their goddess was in pain…now the sea wanted revenge. Elizabeth turned and collapsed into Will's arms. Will picked her up and carried her across to the Pearl, leaving the Flying Dutchman's crew in disarray.

"Jack…" Elizabeth whispered as Will lowered her to the deck.

Jack knelt down beside her. "What?"

"Tia Dalma can fix this…" Elizabeth pointed to her abdomen. "This isn't blood…"

Jack put a finger to her blackened gown. He lifted his finger and inspected the residue that was on her. "No, it's not." Jack knew exactly what it was.

"I have been marked by Calypso…not Jones." Jack glanced at her gown, a blackened red…

"What does that mean?" Will asked.

"It means our lovely sea goddess is planning to emerge…taking Elizabeth's body with her." Jack answered. "Tia Dalma can help…" Jack stood up. "Will take her to my cabin, help her clean up."

"Her wound?" Will wondered.

"Will be gone and replaced by a deep, almost blackened red mark."