Jack woke up and found himself in a small cramped carriage covered in his jacket. A fairly clean-looking Mister Gibbs and Anamaria were sitting across from him. Outside, he could hear people talking, children laughing, dogs barking, birds cawing, and other various sounds, but he couldn't see anything through the small draperies over the carriage windows.

"Where are we?" Jack mumbled his voice was weak and coarse. He coughed loudly into his hand.

"Here Jack," Gibbs said and handed him a bottle of rum.

Jack grasped the uncorked bottle of rum, but he lost his grip on it. Gibbs just gave him a nervous smile as he grabbed the fallen bottle, uncorked it, and poured it in a small goblet for Jack. This time Jack was able to hold the lighter stem of the goblet than the large neck of the bottle.

"You gave us quite a scare Jack," Anamaria said flatly, but seemed somewhat unconcerned.

"Where are we?" Jack asked again as the small carriage bounced. This time his voice was less rough.

"We're in the port of Port Royal," Gibbs answered him and refilled his empty goblet.

"And where be the Black Pearl?" Jack asked alarmed. He tried to sit up, but he found it to be painful and hard.

"Stay down man. The Black Pearl is fine. We weighed anchor at an island not to far from here," Anamaria answered his question. She looked at the pale pirate captain in front of her and added, "We used one of the longboats to get you here. Don't worry we're replenishing our stocks now. "

Jack only nodded and closed his eyes. He unconsciously held the empty goblet closer to him. They were in Port Royal already? he thought. Port Royal was a day or two away from Tortuga depending on the weather, how much wind was in the sails, and which path they took.

The next time Jack opened his eyes they were already in front of the local blacksmiths. He felt the carriage move as Mister Gibbs and Anamaria left and closed the door behind them. He could hear them knocking and asking the blacksmith where William Turner was, but he tuned them out and didn't hear what they were saying.

He looked around the small carriage and found the rum bottle. He quickly, as quick as a man in his state can, exchanged the empty goblet for the half filled bottle of rum. This time he was successful in holding the bottles' neck, but he had to hold it with two hands.

"Ah now this must be a dream," Jack said grinning and took a swig. He started to feel queasy, but he was Captain Jack Sparrow he never got sick of rum. The rum couldn't possibly be the one that is making me sick like an old seadog who has had more than his fill of rum, Jack thought with disdain.

"Looks like we're going to take a little bit more time than expected is all Anamaria," Jack heard Gibbs say.

"Yeah but the sooner we're rid of him the better. Ever since he came back and all, things haven't been feeling right and he doesn't act like the Jack Sparrow I knew," Anamaria said with a huff.

Their voices were getting closer to the coach.

"Aye but not many men can go through the same as things as he has," Gibbs said. He added with an afterthought, "Be nice to the man on his last moments of life."

"Fine," Anamaria said.

They opened the carriage doors on both sides of Jack and climbed in.

"Ah you're awake now Jack!" Gibbs said as if nothing had transpired between him and the woman sitting next to him. "Pintel! Ragetti! You heard the blacksmiths' directions!"

"Aye!" they both said. For a moment both of them struggled with the reins to see who would be driving the coach, but Pintel won.

"How do you feel Jack?" Anamaria asked feigning concern in her voice.

"Like someone shot me in the stomach," Jack said and took another swig of rum. "You know I can't help but feel helpless in these kind of moments when I there are people offering me help but are otherwise needing help themselves."

"Excuse me?"

"Exactly," Jack said and smiled. His smiled dropped and fear creped his face when he remembered something. "We're going to dear William's and Elizabeth's home right?"

Gibbs and Anamaria only nodded not understanding where this was heading.

"I can not possibly be expected to stay there in hopes of recovering, if any," Jack saying sounded rushed.

"And why not?" Anamaria asked trying to keep the anger in her voice down.

"Because…Elizabeth she does terrible, terrible, terrible things to the rum. I bet she has none in her home. Poor William he probably doesn't know about the luxuries of the delight we call rum," Jack said putting his hands on his head.

His face felt cold as he touched it. When he removed his hands they were moist and clammy. He was starting to break out into a sweat. The back of his skull started to throb painfully. He could barely see what was directly in front of him, but ever so slowly things became out-of-focus, then clear, and back to out-of-focus.

"We're here," Ragetti announced. "Haven't we been here before?"

Jack hadn't noticed that the coach had stopped.

They heard Pintel whistle at what they thought was about the house. "Now how do ye suspect they got away with pirating?"

"They probably got full pardons or they did something right," Anamaria said as she got out of the coach. She looked at the vast mansion.

What she and the others don't realize is that this is the same mansion that Ragetti and Pintel first captured Miss Elizabeth Swann in when they thought that she was Bootstrap Bill Turners' only child.

Anamaria waited for Gibbs to come out before knocking on the doorknocker in front of the double doors. They whispered to each other as they waited for the butler or manservant to open the doors.

"How are you holding up Captain?" Ragetti asked as he peeked inside.

"I'm still here if that's what yer asking," Jack said with a small slur in his speech. He groaned as he felt a wave wash through him.

"Jack?"

"Captain?"

"You two!" Jack sputtered.

"Aye?" the both asked leaning in. They knew that whatever their beloved captain was about to say was going to be important.

"Remember what I told you," Jack said.

"WHAT!" a female voice screamed.

"Keep quiet woman or you'll wake the dead," Gibbs said looking around as if expecting anything to jump out at them.

"Can't we talk inside?" Anamaria asked.

"And why is that?" Elizabeth demanded.

"Because if you are now the kind of people who value their reputation then they will be the kind of people to invite us pirates in before anyone lingering can say that you were talking to pirates openly," a coarse voice said from within the carriage. They heard the voice cough roughly.

"Fine then," Elizabeth said hauntingly.

Gibbs opened the opposite door of the carriage and gently hoisted Jack on his shoulders so that the man was facing upside down. "I'm not hurting you am I, Jack?"

"Unless I can't feel anymore pain than I already am than I'm afraid that I am not able to feel any pain that you may be putting me through. You may be on your way now," Jack said. He corked the rum and held onto it.

After Elizabeth banished the servants from their living room, she looked at the five pirates before sitting down next to Will.

Will and Elizabeth noticed how unJack-like Jack was the moment Gibbs carried him over his shoulders and into the room. Jack was sitting upright on the couch nearest the fireplace. It was not in use before the pirates arrived, but now it was crackling and Jack seemed warmed by it despite the very hot heat of the Caribbean.

"Is there anything that you would like to drink?" Elizabeth said. She didn't wait for a response and answered for them. "Tea? Water? Oh good."

"Rum," was all Jack said.

"No," Elizabeth said and smiled and remembered how fond the pirate captain was towards rum. Before she left she said,"Excuse me."

Jack uncorked the bottle of rum and took another swig of it.

"Jack!" Will said angrily but grinned.

"Do you want?" Jack asked and passed the bottle next to him. "Unless you're not pirate enough."

Will shook his head and took a small swig from it and tried to pass it back to Jack.

"No. Quickly now pass it around before Elizabeth comes back," Jack said waving his hands away.

He watched as everyone present took a drink before returning it back to him just as the lady of the house returned to them with a tray full of expensive looking china.

"Elizabeth! How nice of you to show us your china," Jack said with a smile. At the corner of his eye he saw Pintel eyeing it. "I suppose you may be wanting my word as captain of the Black Pearl that no one here will be stealing any of your fine accents to your lovely large home.

"I suppose I shall then," Elizabeth said. She handed everyone a cup of tea and let them help themselves to the biscuits. She was about to say something before she heard the china cup shake on its saucer.

All eyes were turned on Jack. He seemed not to notice or care that they were, he put his full determination and effort into trying to steady the cup and saucer. He was spilling tea over his jacket that still covered him.

He took a small sip and said, "Thanks for the tea Elizabeth."

He got up slowly and shakily placed his cup of tea on the table in the middle of them all. The moment he finished placing the tea back, he grimaced in pain and grabbed his gun wound. He felt something wet touch his hand.