Author's Note: Woo! I write this mostly in study halls and lunch periods. It's amazing how much you can get done in a forty-five minute period. Anyway, thanks to: hoelongmustiwait, CrystalizedHeart, Beautiful x lie, rockangels16, PirateofSherwood, Stephy, and stricy for reviewing on chapter four! You guys gave me some awesome ideas, and I basically mixed them, while adding my own twist. This chapter is a bit angsty and it contains some horror, so watch out. This is basically what my own personal Hell would be like. And for Harry Potter fans, you'll know that I based the creatures on Inferi. I'm done rambling.

Disclaimer: Must I even say it???

It was the next night when they finally reached it.

Elizabeth had been shaken aware by a crewmember (she had no idea what his name was) and then was promptly startled when she heard the words, "This is it! Come on, gents, look at this!"

She didn't even bother to fully get dressed. Half awake, she stumbled out on deck, and then adrenaline rushed through her veins, and she shrieked.

All that was in front of her, surrounding her, was blackness. She looked behind her-the navy blue sky. Looked down-nothing.

The darkness gave off the aura of evil. She felt hopelessness and despair fill her up. She was suddenly so cold that it felt like she could never possibly get warm again.

The ship lurched. All of the crew stood still, terrified. Another one. Elizabeth fell over and had barely enough strength to lift herself up.

'The Kraken,' She thought wildly, but it wasn't. The ship gave a final lurch, and the entire thing fell forward. And this time, everyone screamed.

It was pitch black. She felt herself spinning, and tried to grab hold of the rail but missed. Elizabeth closed her eyes, for fear of what was to come. Her mouth was open in a silent scream. All she heard was rushing water.

Then the water stopped. She didn't open her eyes. And suddenly, screaming started.

There were hundreds, thousands of them, low moans and high wails, yells of terror and sobs of anguish. Every happy thought, every good experience left her. She felt stranded.

Then, unexpectedly, she felt hands of her body, cold and slimly, lifeless and beckoning. They moaned in her ears, touched her face, and she knew that they were watching her.

Her eyes opened without her consent. There were thousands of them, men, women and children, screaming and beckoning. She cried with them at the sight. The closest was a man with green, slimy skin, mouth gaping, and only the whites of his eyes showing. He grabbed her neck, groaning in her ear, and she collapsed. But another came, a woman with white hair and red eyes, foaming at the mouth, hands stroking her skin. They came and came again, grazing her skin and moaning, covered in blood and completely real. She tried to escape, pushing their hands away and struggling, but it made no difference. Rotting people, skeletons exposed, their bony hands everywhere, covering her in blood. She screamed until she no longer could, losing and regaining consciousness, the stench of rotting flesh overwhelming her, becoming part of her. She was dying and she knew it, but the more she struggled, the more they covered her.

'Help me,' She barely whispered in her mind, 'Help me, Jack…please…Jack, help me…'

And darkness covered her once more.

Elizabeth woke, sweating and shaking. No more hands or faces. Just her. Alone. Wait, this wasn't right either…

Where was the ship? Where was the crew? But there was nothing. Just darkness.

And then something caught her eye. A faint light, far away. Was she dead? No, she was real. Her heart was beating.

Elizabeth was in a cold, stone passageway. She followed it, towards the light. There was an object on the ground. It wasn't just an object, she realized, it was a person. A person who looked an awful lot like…

"Jack!"

Elizabeth let out a gasp when she reached him. His shirt was tattered, exposing several new, still open wounds. Many of them looked fatal. His eyes were closed and he wore no expression. He didn't move when she reached him. Elizabeth dropped down beside him.

"Oh, Jack…what have I done to you?"

Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She touched his wrist. He was usually cold.

"Jack?" She whispered.

She lowered her head onto his chest, listening. Nothing. No heartbeat. No pulse. No breathing. Nothing.

"Jack? Jack, please answer me! Breathe, damn it! Breathe!" She was clutching him now, whispering, sobbing more and more.

"Jack, come on! Don't do this to me! Don't do this! I love you!" She broke down completely, lying in his arms. She didn't have the will to move. Elizabeth was completely exhausted, and she fell asleep without knowing it.

When she woke up, she was on a beach, and someone was slapping her face to wake her.

A/N: Dun, dun, DUN! Cliffhanger, ooh! Now, don't worry, Jack isn't really dead. Yet. :D I'm kidding. No, he's not dead. I mean, can you imagine Captain Jack Sparrow staying dead? Nahhh. He'll return. So don't fret, my pretties. Here's another question I want you to answer:

1) Do you want a perfectly-healthy-Jack, or a Jack- in-which-Elizabeth-spills-all-of-her-secrets-to-when-she-thinks-he's-asleep-after-he's-injured? Think about it.

He'll be alive in the next chapter. Keep reading, writing, and, most importantly, reviewing!!!