The prophecy did come true. Jack was not to escape Calypso's prediction, and the Turners were not nearly as prepared as they thought they thought they were for the events that transpired.

The sea had been choppy all day and Jack felt that it was best that he take the helm from Mr. Cotton, who, even though he was a superb helmsman, did not have the stamina that Jack had for guiding the Black Pearl through bad weather. Jack thrived on this, so Mr. Cotton generally acquiesced to his captain and let him take over when the need arose.

On this evening, all had taken to their quarters to rest after fighting the restless waters and high winds all day. It wasn't until Will noticed that the ship seemed to be going aimlessly in the churning sea and not in a straight course that he wondered if Jack was alright.

"Elizabeth, have you noticed that the Pearl is turning at random? Why is Jack letting her do that, and not holding her straight?"

Elizabeth looked at her husband, and they both read each others' mind. Something was not right with the captain up on the quarterdeck, if he was allowing the Pearl to take her own course.

They both hurried from their cabin to find Mr. Gibbs, then go above to find Jack...

They found Jack crumpled in a heap on the floor of the quarterdeck, the seas were tossing the Pearl with the wheel spinning madly. The wind was picking up dreadfully, and Gibbs struggled to grab the wheel without having the handles break several fingers. By now, other crewmembers had rallied to Gibbs' bellowing orders to the deck to give a hand, and Will ran to Jack's side, dropping to his knees beside his fallen friend. By now, Elizabeth was also at their side, and gently helped Will to turn Jack over. They were shocked.

Jack was pale as paper, his eyes closed, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He had apparently been stricken quite suddenly; he had tried to make it to the railing to vomit, and did not make it in time. He had wretched up blood and bile, plus god knows what. Jack struggled against their hands upon him, getting to his knees in order to get up, but the spasms started again, and more blood came spewing up. Will wrapped his arms around the captain, trying to hold his hair back and hold him up - it was then that he realized that Jack was throwing up rank, rotting seawater along with his own blood - seawater from being taken down by the Kraken. "Elizabeth, this is it! This is Calypso's prophecy! Aftereffects of the Kraken."

Jack could not speak, could not open his eyes, he even struggled to draw in one breath during the spasms. He was turning blue. Will was still holding Jack up off of the deck up by his waist. The young pirate put his face down next to Jack's and shook him, "BREATHE! Take in breath, you damned scalawag! Come on, BREATHE!!!" Jack could not make a sound, he could not move, all he could do was double over in agony, violently ill. Elizabeth was trying valiantly to hold Jack's hair back to keep it out of the way. It was already too late for some of the dreadlocks, as they had gotten in the way in Jack's uncontrolled vomiting.

Just then, a huge wave hit the Pearl broadside, sending them sliding across the quarterdeck. Will and Elizabeth struggled to their feet next to Gibbs at the wheel, and looked about for Jack, who had been slammed against the railing on the opposite side. A sail and lines came loose, ropes snapping in the unrelenting wind like whips. Jack opened his eyes and gathered his wits about himself for a split second, just in time to look up and see one of the massive sails start to collapse over all of them.

He quickly mustered up all of the strength that he had left in order to get his feet under himself, and with all of the energy that he had, he slammed himself, full force, against Will, who fell backwards against Elizabeth and Gibbs, the momentum sending them sprawling toward the steps down to the main deck, tumbling down and out of harm's way, as the Pearl heaved up on the heavy sea once again. The sail collapsed over the quarterdeck, and with a huge CRACK, part of the mizzen mast came with it. Jack was under it.

"JACK!!!!" Will screamed, scrambling to his feet as Elizabeth had already desperately scampered up the steps and over the heap of black sailcloth. "Jack! Jack, where are you???"

Mr. Gibbs shook off the stars that were in his vision, ordering another crewman to take the wheel, which was miraculously still intact and spinning wildly. He joined the search in the collapsed sail, rigging and mast to find his captain. "Cap'n!!! Where are ye, lad??? JACK!!!"

"Will! Here!" Elizabeth screamed above the roar of the sea. There was a stream of blood slowly mixing with the water on the deck, trickling out from under a part of the broken mast. Will nearly fell trying to reach her. He desperately tried to lift the mast with his bare hands, then took out his dagger and swiftly but carefully started to cut away the sail cloth, fearing that Jack had been crushed.

What they found nearly sickened them both. The captain had apparently taken the blow to his head. His scalp was split open at the hairline - blood was everywhere - and his face was already starting to discolor on the right side where it had slammed against the hard wooden deck. Will gathered the limp, unconscious man into his arms, hefted him up, and started to negotiate his way across the debris.

Gibbs made his way over as fast as he could, "Will! How be Jack?"

"Not good. I must get him to his cabin immediately! Gibbs, meet us there with your box of medical supplies NOW. Jack is bleeding, badly!"

The seas still raged outside, but the Pearl was in good hands and the emergency at hand was treating the Pearl's heart and soul. Will and Elizabeth hurried into Jack's cabin and carefully held Jack up in a chair, tilting his head back onto Will's shoulder so that they could work on his injuries. Will hoped and prayed that Jack did not wake up and start wretching again; the head wound was bad, and Jack was bleeding all over everything. They both struggled against the rocking of the ship.

Elizabeth took over. She quickly removed Jack's bandana … "Will, hold Jack this way so that I can try to put some pressure on this wound with something". She looked around and grabbed a shirt off of the top of a trunk. "Jack, forgive me for using your shirt, but I have to use something until Mr. Gibbs comes with bandages. This bandana is already soaked".

Jack was out cold, and it was a good thing. The entire right side of his face was darkening and swelling, and Elizabeth grimly checked inside of Jack's mouth to see if he had any teeth missing, a brave action considering how he had been vomiting just moments before. She was hoping that no bones in his face were broken, and was desperately trying to stop the terrible bleeding from the gash on Jack's head by pressing the shirt hard to his head, holding the gash closed with her very fingers.

She worked as fast as she could with what she had at hand, as Will held Jack up an with a alarmed look on his face - Jack was losing a lot of blood fast. Just then, Joshamee Gibbs appeared with a medical kit and an armload of towels. "Mother's love… " he muttered, when he saw the Turners, covered in blood, themselves, administering to the captain.

Mr. Pintel appeared with two buckets of clean water, and scurried away to get more. Elizabeth and Gibbs assessed Jack's wound, cleaned it properly with rum, and then started stitching.

The wound required 12 stitches, and Elizabeth finally tied off the last one, grateful that Mr. Gibbs was there to tell her what to do. Gibbs' hands were large, and Elizabeth's tiny hands were better suited to this sort of thing. She smiled tiredly as she finished, and said, "Who would think that the governor's daughter would be on a ship, stitching up the poor broken head of a pirate captain?"

Will looked over Jack's head at her handiwork. "Well, if you were to be the wife of a blacksmith, I expect that you might have had to learn to do this anyway, my love."

Elizabeth quickly undid Jack's assortment of braids, and attempted to rinse his abundant hair of the blood; she gently combed it out with her fingers. She was really rather surprised that Jack's long hair did not seem as dirty as one would expect - she thought that pirates prided themselves on how grimy they could be, but Jack surprised her. She said nothing of it, but shook her head slightly at the thought.

She was also surprised to see that Jack had two silver hoop earrings in his left ear. She had never known that… his hair hid is ears most of the time. Will had also recently started to wear a gold earring in his left ear and she idly wondered if he knew of Jack's. One more similarity between the two of them.

They bandaged Jack's head carefully, Will holding him up securely the whole time. His face was tight with worry, as Jack's throat had started working - Will could not tell if it was to try to speak or to become sick. "It's alright, Jack. It's Will. I'm here… I have you. It's alright." Jack's face was pale as death, and he was starting to go into shock.

Once the bandages were in place, Will and Gibbs began to strip Jack of his blood soaked garments. Elizabeth was nearly insulted when Will asked her to leave the cabin; they settled on her averting her eyes after she pulled Jack's prized boots off, and his britches were stripped. They cleaned him up thoroughly with towels and water, then Will wrapped Jack securely in a blanket. He and Gibbs carefully lifted the captain to his bunk, wrapping him warmly in more blankets and making sure that there were extra pillows. A bucket was placed next to the bunk.

They were all exhausted. Gibbs felt of Jack's cheek with the back of his hand, then sat on the edge of the bunk for only a moment. "He is like a son t' me, ye know," he said, gruffly.

Will nodded. "We know, Josh."

"… he stuck wi' me when everyone else thought I was a washed up drunk." Gibbs' voice was a bit hoarse with emotion. "I migh' have been a drunk, but Jack knew I was still a good man…"

Elizabeth came over to her old friend, Joshamee Gibbs, and placed her hands on his shoulders. He looked up to her and sighed heavily. "We'll take good care of Jack, Mr. Gibbs." Gibbs placed a beefy hand over her petite one, and said, "I know, Missy." He got up to leave his captain in the young couples' hands.

As he went to close the door, Will looked up, "Joshamee…?"

"…aye, Will?"

"Jack is my cousin. We just found out."

Gibbs looked at him in surprise.

"… Calypso visited…"

"… aye, Will. I knew somethin' strange had taken place aboard th' Pearl th' other evenin'. I should like t' hear 'bout it. T'would make a fine addition to the legends of Captains Jack Sparrow Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann."

"Elizabeth and I are no longer captains, Josh. Only Captain Jack Sparrow."

"… Master Will, ye and Miss Elizabeth are captains t' me, even without yer ships. Jack was, ye know."

"Alright, Josh."

"I'm goin' t' check on th' damages - Mr. Cotton is at th' helm, an' we have taken in sails 'til I see things by daylight. Take care o' th' cap'n… come find me if ye be needin' me."

"We will." Elizabeth approached Gibbs and wrapped an arm around him for a moment. "You are like family to us, also, Joshamee Gibbs…"

Gibbs ducked his head down and returned her embrace, nodding, not trusting his voice, and wordlessly closed the door behind him.