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Elizabeth lay awake staring at the ceiling. The look that was now permanently on Jack's face was stuck in her head. She wasn't sure of her feelings anymore, but she did know she cared for Jack. That was nothing new. And the pain that he was in now just tore her up inside.

"The pain that he was in." Why would he be in pain? Was it because she used his feelings for her to betray him? Was it something that happened at world's end that he's not mentioning? Or does coming back from the dead just do that to a person? Ever since she met Jack Sparrow, nothing had made sense.

Unable to sleep, Elizabeth got out of bed and changed into her clothes. Silently with a lantern in hand, she started for the Captain's quarters. Walking onto the deck, it was dark and empty. Not many sailors remained on the night shift. Elizabeth continued across the ship passing two sailors guzzling rum. Like a light bulb turning on, and idea came to her.

"You know, you really shouldn't be drinking while you're on duty." She told them. "You wouldn't want the Captain to catch you with this." She said as if Jack were a fierce and brutal captain. With that, she took the two bottles and continued on her way.

With the two bottles in one hand, Elizabeth knocked on Jack's cabin door with her free hand. After a slight pause, Jack opened the door just enough to stick his head out. "Hello, Love" he greeted somberly.

"Hello Jack. I know it's rather late and all but I couldn't sleep and…. Well… I… I brought you some rum!" she stammered, hoping he would let her in. Jack looked down at the rum and then back at her. Elizabeth bit her lip nervously. After a moment of indecision, he gave in. "Alright. Come in." he said opening the door for her.

Elizabeth smiled, relieved. "Thank you." She replied walking in and handing him a bottle. Jack was already taking a swig of the rum before he closed the door behind her. "So, Miss Swann," he started as he took a seat at the large table in the center of the room "Why is it that we can't sleep tonight?"

This was the very question that she was so afraid he would ask. Could she tell him she was worried about him? That she was thinking of him? That she can't stand to see him pain? No, there was too much of a risk he would take it the wrong way. No. She would change it around.

"I was going to ask you the same question, Captain." She replied, turning the tables.

"After being at world's end for so long, sleeping doesn't come easy, love." He replied.

"Ah, I see. I'll remember the next time I'm there." Elizabeth said sarcastically while watching Jack take another gulp of rum.

"Jack," she started in a quiet voice, "Why area you so different now? she asked leaning in closer. Jack looked at her with his rum bottle still in his mouth. After the long chug he set it down and answered.

"Maybe I'm not different… Maybe you just feel sorry for killing a man because you had feelings for him." Jack said spitefully.

The thought of it hurt Elizabeth. She knew that was exactly what he wanted. Not about to let him succeed, she kept on task. "Don't change the subject, Jack.!" She yelled, standing up.

"You were scared!" he yelled back, standing up now "You knew you couldn't resist. You knew it would interfere with your marriage with dear William" He argued.

"You're hiding something about what really happened at world's end! I know it!" Elizabeth said, determined to find what he was hiding. She tried as hard as she could to keep her confidence up as his words cut deep.

"Hide? Like how you hid our kiss from Will?" Jack shouted. When she didn't immediately respond he continued on. "Admit it, Miss Swann! You kissed the man who was not your fiancé and yet you continue the betrayal by not telling him! You-"

"Jack!" Elizabeth yelled over his ranting. "Jack, stop! …Please. Just tell me… what happened to you at world's end?" she asked much calmer.

Jack's face went pale and he looked away from her. All of his anger fell down. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. Elizabeth saw his face change from that horrid look to pain and confusion. She could tell he was thinking back to it; almost wondering about the answer himself.

Looking at the man before her now, Elizabeth wished she would have never asked. She was scared to think of what could have made him act this way.

Jack looked at her again and she saw the fear in his eyes. To the scared Elizabeth he whispered "Hell"

Fin'

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