As Elizabeth slept, she dreamed of the fateful day when she killed Jack:

She walked towards the sad captain. Stopping a few feet away, she uttered, "Thank you, Jack." He turned. "We're not free yet, love." Gloom clouded his face. She strode closer to him, saying, "You came back," she looked at his lips, "I always knew you were a good man." She kissed him then. To her pleasure, he kissed her back. She was startled to realize she was enjoying herself. As her mouth moved with his, she pushed him against the mast of the ship. Reaching for the handcuffs she had, she chained him to his beloved vessel. Looking at him, he was smiling at her. She explained, "It's after you, not the ship...It's not us...I mean, this is the only way, don't you see?" She was going to kiss him again, but held back, "I'm not sorry." Admiration sparkled in his eyes. He whispered to her, "Pirate."

Elizabeth woke up on the stairs that connected the upper and lower decks. Rain pelted her face. The blinding lightening stunned her eyes. Thunder's roar echoed in her ears. As she tried to shake the rain off of herself, she found Jack screaming, "On deck! All hands! Scurry!" She raised an eyebrow at him as he rushed towards the crew's quarters. He disappeared for a moment and she could only hear him repeating his orders. The ship started to rock from under her.

She stood up, walking to the bottom of the steps. Suddenly, Jack was before her. "Lizzie," he was panting, "get in my cabin now!" Her eyes were wide with surprise. She'd heard him, she just couldn't believe he was speaking to her. They had not exchanged words for about a week now. She blinked away her shock, "I'm sorry, what?" He placed a hand on her back, pushing her along the deck, towards his cabin.

"Go in my cabin and stay in there! You need to be safe from this storm!" He opened the door, urging her inside. She stood in the doorway, confused. He frowned at her, then poked her hard enough to make her step back. With that, he shut the door in her face. She opened it quickly and stepped outside as the rain drenched her clothes. Jack turned around and pursed his lips at her. She shrugged her shoulders and said matter-of-factly, "I don't want to wait inside!" He approached her, "This storm is going to get really bad! You need to be safe!" Elizabeth had to yell to be heard over the thunder, "It's just another storm!"
He shook his head. "You don't understand! I upset Calypso! This is my punishment!" He held out an arm, motioning to the rain.
"Oh, Jack, what did you do?" she groaned.
"I'm not sure! I seem to be angering masters of the sea lately!"
She knew he was trying to make her laugh. It worked.
"Lizzie, I don't know how bad this'll get! I need you to get inside!"
She stopped laughing. "No!"
"This is not a good time to be stubborn!" The wind blew his hair wildly.
"I want to help! I'll be fine!" Without thinking, she reached up and stroked his cheek.
He relaxed at her touch, it seemed.
Despite the freezing rain, she felt warm. She tried to pull her arm away, but he grabbed it by her wrist and put her palm back to his face. Their eyes locked and a shock slithered through Elizabeth. Jack inched forward.

A sail snapped and the wind blew it viciously. Elizabeth dropped her arm swiftly and Jack stepped back. "Mr. Gibbs!" he shouted, "Tie that sail back down and secure the cannons!" Elizabeth rushed to the first mate, shouting, "I'll get the cannons, you get the sail!" "Aye, miss!" he replied.

Trying to forget the moment he and Elizabeth had just experienced, Jack headed towards Barbossa, who looked at him like he knew something unwanted. The pirate with the scraggly beard rolled his eyes, exclaiming, "Jack!" The other pirate asked, "What?" A giant wave washed over the deck. Jack and Barbossa grabbed the railing, holding on to stand up. The one with the wet monkey asked, "What did ye do?"
"What do you mean? Nothing!"
"this is no ordinary storm! It's much like the one we had when battling the Dutchman! Only without the maelstrom!"
"I might have upset Calypso just a tiny bit!" The ship rocked and he slipped.
"Ye've put us all in danger!"
"It's not my fault! She's mad at me for some reason!"
"And what reason would that be?"
"I don't know!"
Barbossa's hat flew off of his head and floated across the deck. He chased after it, still yelling at Jack, "Well, ye've got to figure it out, ye do! Or else we'll all be at the bottom of the sea in no time!"
"You know, this is probably you fault too!"
Barbossa caught his hat and put it back on. "Don't try to pin this on me! This is all yer fault!"
"Is not!"
"Is so!"
"Is not!"
"Is so!"
"Alright! It is! I'll try to fix it! Let's just tie everything down!"

Jack began tying down a cannon, trying not to slip on the wet floor beneath him. He heard a lot of shouting and looked around. Some sailors were falling overboard. Quickly, he grabbed onto the rail and held the rope tight in his hands. Once the cannon was secure, he moved to the next one. Before he got to it, he remembered Will's heart.

Rushing to his cabin, Jack did his best to keep his sea legs steady. He opened the doors and, sure enough, there was the Dead Man's Chest rolling on the floor with the rocking of the ship. He grabbed at the treasure box, but it kept escaping. Finally, he managed to get a hold of it. Fetching a rope, he tied the chest to one of the door knobs. After seeing that is was incapable of moving, he hurried back outside.

Mr. Gibbs ran into Jack as he came out of the cabin, "Cap'n, this isn't a regular storm! I told ye it was bad luck to have a woman aboard, sir!"
"Shut your skull cave, Joshamee! Drop canvas! Find out where the nearest island is, and get us there!"
"Aye, Cap'n!"
"Are all the cannons secure?"
"Miss Elizabeth is working on the last of 'em!" He turned and walked to the upper deck where Cotton was fiercely trying to steer the Pearl.

Jack spotted Elizabeth on the port side of the deck. She was struggling to tie down the cannon. Slipping on the moving wooden floor, she was holding onto the firing device. Feeling pity for her, Jack hurried to help her. He pulled the rope from her fingers and began to make a knot with it. She grabbed it back from him growling, "I can do it myself!" He raised his hands in surrender. "Fine!" He folded his arms, tapping his foot, watching her fight the storm. She slipped again and he asked, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm bloody sure!" The rope flew out of her hands and landed on the deck.
He picked it up and handed it to her. "Positive?"
"I'm perfectly capable of securing this bloody cannon!"
"Suit yourself!"

He turned and walked away, then heard her yell, "Okay, help!" Whirling back around, he saw the cannon rolling across the deck as the ship tipped. Jack held onto the rear with Elizabeth, pushing it forward. After it was in place, he helped her tie it down. "Jack, when do you think this will end?"
"I'm not sure! When Calypso's cooled off, I guess!"
"What if she wants us all to die?"
"I don't think that's what she want to happen!"
"Then, what?"
"I don't know!"

When the cannon was secure, Jack asked, "Do you think you can get the last one by yourself?"
"Aye!"
He smiled at her piratical talk. He jumped down to the cargo hold, where Marty was desperately trying to keep the food crates steady. Jack patted him on the shoulder, "You're doing great, little man! Just make sure the rum is safe!"
"I'll try my best, Captain!"
"If you best isn't good enough, call Gibbs to help you!"
"Aye!" He grabbed the sides of a large crate and held on for dear life.
"Oh, bugger! Marty!" Jack found a chain and imprisoned the giant box to the hold.
"Thanks, Jack!"
"Get on deck and...find something to do!"
"Aye!" The small fellow rushed to follow orders.

When Marty had gone, Jack ran to the rum cellar and got a bottle. Chugging more than half of the amber liquid, he followed in Marty's footsteps back to the action. Lightening struck the sides of the ship. Looking to the sky, Jack shouted at the goddess who was most likely watching, "Stop bolting holes in my ship!" He sipped more rum until the container was empty, then threw it in the water.

Jack searched the progress on the deck. Elizabeth was tying down the last cannon. Out of nowhere, a shot of lightening split the heavens and struck the mast of the ship. It broke from the bottom and began to fall over...right in Elizabeth's direction. If he didn't get there fast, it would crush her. Running faster than he ever had before, Jack hurried to the woman and pushed her out of the way of the mast. They hit the ground and slid across the deck. He heard wood crunch behind him. He looked down at a surprised Elizabeth, "You alright, Lizzie?" She gripped onto the lapel of his jacket and pulled his lips to hers.