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Hey everyone! I feel kinda bad right now…the story hasn't been very good so far, in my opinion. But I will keep on trying and I want to thank you all for reading it (: Please enjoy this chapter and, if you feel moved to, please review!

By the time Elizabeth left Jack's cabin, the sun was beginning to lower into the western horizon. Within a few hours, the moon would rise and everyone (minus the few who would run the ship) would retreat to their bunks and be lulled to sleep by slow rocking of the ship. Elizabeth ducked down and descended the steep stairs down into the brig. She followed her well-worn path to Will's bedside. Elizabeth gave a tired sigh as she began methodically wiping down Will's face and body once again.

After what Elizabeth guessed to be about half and hour, she noticed a change in Will. All of a sudden he was sweating profusely. Elizabeth put down the rag and placed her hand on Will's cheek. Much to her relief, she found that Will's fever had broken. With a smile, she picked up the rag again, wrung it out with more cool water from her trusty bucket and began wiping away the excessive sweat that was now soaking Will entirely. She did her best to keep him comfortable but she quickly realized it was a losing battle. She needed a change of clothes-dry ones. She was contemplating what to do when Will came around.

"Will." Elizabeth said soothingly, a smile gracing her lips. Will gave a weak smile back.

"Elizabeth." Will breathed lightly.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, wiping down his forehead again. Will sighed.

"Tired and a trifle uncomfortable." Will joked and Elizabeth laughed. Will smiled, glad to see Elizabeth smile. She looked really tired, he noted.

"How are you doing?" Will asked.

"I'm doing alright." Elizabeth said honestly.

"How long have you been down here with me?" Will asked, cocking his head.

"Most of the day. Between you and Jack, I've been doing nothing but running back and forth taking care of you two."

"Between me and Jack?" Will sounded confused. Elizabeth didn't make eye contact but continued sponging down Will's face.

"Jack took to his quarters shortly after he sent you down below. He then decided that the solution to his problems could be found in a bottle of rum. So he went to fetch one but only made it as far as the edge of the ship, where he vomited."

"Jack threw up over the side of the Black Pearl?" Will's voice held a bit of suspicion and a hint of laughter.

"Believe it or not." Elizabeth met Will's eyes.

"So then what happened?"

"I managed to get him back to his cabin where he continued to pester me about rum until I finally gave it to him just to shut him up."

Will actually laughed out loud but then broke into a coughing fit.

"Is he doing okay now?" he asked when he recovered.

"Aye. He was asleep when I was there a few moments ago. I'm just glad you're feeling a bit better."

"That makes two of us. I don't remember much, except seeing you once and awhile." Will smiled again.

"You don't remember fighting Jack?" Elizabeth said with a laugh. Will, of course, had no idea what she was talking about.

"I fought Jack? I thought Jack took to his cabin?"

"He did. I'm teasing, Will. You were having a dream. You were fighting Jack the night the Black Pearl invaded Port Royal."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. You called me Miss Swann, even."

"I didn't."

"You did." Elizabeth smiled.

"Well, Miss Swann," Will said with another weak smile. "I wish to thank you for taking care of me today."

"Will, there's no need to thank me." Elizabeth's eyes darted back and forth, not meeting Will's. She continued wiping down his face. Will reached up and grabbed her hand.

"Yes, I do. I wouldn't be better if it wasn't for you."

"Hold on, Will. You're not better yet; you're feeling pretty good right now, yes, but that can all change overnight. You're going to stay low for at least a few more days."

Will realized, like Jack, that he wasn't going to get around Elizabeth so he just smiled.

"Yes ma'am." He said before yawning.

"Are you hungry?" Elizabeth asked, realizing that he hadn't eaten all day.

"A little." Will admitted.

"Then I'll go see what I can whip up. You stay put." Elizabeth gave Will a kiss on the cheek before heading off to what the crew of Black Pearl called a kitchen, but in reality was only a stove with a couple of pots and a few splintered bowls.

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