She found it harder after that night to let Jack go far from her. Which was harder now, with more and more storms rolling in. Alex hated the feeling of being alone under deck, the waves crashing into the walls around her. Maybe that's why she got up, maybe it was curiosity as to what the crew was doing to handle the situation. Whatever the reason, she slipped on some boots and slowly tottered up the stairs of the Pearl.

At first, it wasn't so bad. She was right beside Jack's cabin, holding on the big thick beam bowing down from the sails. It was beautiful, actually. The very artistic nature of the black sea and the moon toned lightning sky would've drove her crazy, had not a splash swallowed her up. Her grip still on the wood, her dress shown through. It was embarrassing, really. Like standing naked in front of a crowd. Suddenly, a had jerked her into a room. And when she met the eyes of her capture, she knew that there was nothing good about coming up.

"If I've told you anything lately, surely you at least payed attention to how dangerous it is for you to be out in the middle of a storm. Those waves outside do not take guilt in dragging your pretty little bodice over, see? Good God, girly. Cover yourself up." Jack took off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. He sighed for a minute and rubbed his forehead. For the first time since the voyage, Alex thought he could pass for being sober. He laid down his hat and headed back out, before pausing. He turned quickly, staring at Alexandria. Closing up the gap between them, his nose bared down on her head, as ice slicked his tone.

"Listen here, if I catch you out again, I'm gonna lock you in the brig. And that's a promise I won't be forgetting to hold against you any time soon. So, do me a favor, crawl in my bed there, get warm, shut off the light, and don't do anything...stupid." And with that, he left. Stupid, thought Alex, at least you could've told m something you never with William...

Thunder raged outside, as she woke up. Something appeared wrong outside in the foggy blackness. Thought Jack's window was caked with dust, she could make out Gibbs screaming orders over the storm, a frantic look on the crews' faces. There was no Captain outside. And that made Alex nervous, enough to head out, once again.

The men dropped their post and began searching. For someone, thought Alex. After teetering her way through the mass, Alex fell to her knees beside Gibbs, who was still barking orders.

"GIBBS!" she screamed. It took a handful of tries before he noted her presence.

"My lady, get back in the cabin!"

"Where's Jack?"

"Lady, please..."

"TELL ME WHERE SPARROW IS!!" Thunder crashed in its ritual tone and the eyes of everyone aboard were losing track of where they were going. And as Gibbs stared into her face, she began to understand what was going on.

"He's missing..."

"Aye," said Gibbs, "A mast stuck down in the storm, some of the men were trapped underneath her...we've looked, but all we know is wherever out Captain be, he's hurt." Hurt, injured, wounded...she was searching for a better word. There was none. Alex dashed around madly, the rain turning her hair and voice inside out. She tugged Jack's jacket around her body.

"JACK! ANSWER ME, SPARROW!" But no reply. Suddenly, another powerful rush filled over her head. And before she could grasp anything, she felt herself being rushed away. Her body writhed in the water, her nails digging into the slick deck. The edge of the Pearl drew near. Alex could already feel herself dropping into the mess below. Then, a hand grabbed her neckline. Who she thought was one of the crew simply looking after her, had been by fortune someone else. The missing someone else. And Alex changed her smile into horror, because there laid Captain Sparrow bleeding, holding onto to Alex not in protection, but in pleading. He was trying to be rescued himself.