Jack laughed as he watched Elizabeth bend over to pick up her fallen hat. Her overly pregnant stomach was stopping her from being able to do so. "I'll get it, Lizzie," he told her, reaching for it. She slapped his arm away, growling, "I can do it myself!"
"Oh, really? This should be interesting." He stood back to observe.

It had been nightfall when the crew of the Black Pearl had returned to their ship from the Fountain of Youth. All of the newly restored men had retired to their hammocks, while Jack had asked to see Elizabeth in his cabin. Unexpectedly, the door had blown open, letting the cold wind in. Elizabeth's hat and flown off of her head and landed on the floor. Now, she was trying to figure out how to retrieve it.

Bending over, she stretched her arm as far as possible, but her fingers only brushed the top of the hat. She circled it, most likely trying to think up a way to get it. "I have an idea," she exclaimed. Simply, she let herself plop onto the wooden ground with a thud. She picked up her hat and put it on her head, proudly smiling. "Now," asked Jack, "how are you going to get back up again?" Opening her mouth to speak, nothing came out.

Elizabeth tried to push herself up, but she was having a hard time lifting herself. Jack shook his head and walked over to her, holding his hands out. She sighed and too them. "Alright," he instructed her," I'm going to count to three. When I pull you push, savvy?" She nodded in acceptance. "Okay," he began, "One... two... three!" She flew up into him too fast, knocking both of them down.

On the floor, Jack's head was throbbing from the hard fall. Elizabeth was also on top of him, which wasn't helping the other pains in his body. She was laughing hysterically. He couldn't help but grin, watching her act so giddy. She was cracking up, unable to stop, until she fired a very unladylike snort. She covered her mouth in embarrassment. Now, it was Jack's turn to laugh. His shoulders heaved up and down and he was having trouble breathing.

Elizabeth pulled herself forward to get really close to his face. "That was not funny," she muttered, glaring at him. "I'm sorry," Jack replied, still laughing, "I just never thought... " His voice trailed as his laughter overcame him.
"Stop it, Jack." She seemed to be warning him.
He managed between laughs, "I can't believe you... " More laughter.
"Jack... "
"Sorry, Lizzie." He wasn't sorry. He kept on laughing.

Silencing him immediately, Elizabeth put a hand over his mouth. Jack's eyes widened in surprise. Her cold fingers on his lips brought him back to reality. His feelings came flooding back. She brought her other hand up to his face. She caressed his cheek and looked into his eyes. Not thinking, Jack reached up and stroked her hair. She shuddered at his touch, but then relaxed.

Desire burned in Elizabeth's eyes. Jack knew what she was about to do. The look she was giving him was a dead giveaway. He put his hands down and spoke, "I think we should get up now." She blinked a few times, then pulled her hands from his face. "Uh, you'll have to get off of me, love," he told her. She rolled off of him and he stood up in front of her; she blushed.

"Let's try this again, shall we?" he suggested. holding out his hands for the second time. She took them again, pulling herself up. This time, the two remained on their feet. "Now," he said, "what I called you in here for was to tell you that you'll be sleeping in my bed for a little while." Her jaw dropped and her eyes looked like they just might fall out of her skull. Seeing her shock, he quickly added, "By yourself. Alone." Her face morphed back to normal and she said, "I knew what you meant."
"Yes, well, your face didn't." He poked her nose.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She looked anywhere but at him.
"Anyways, I figured a dolly pregnant belle like yourself would be more comfortable in an actual bed, rather than a cot on the floor."
She smiled. "Thanks, Jack."
"Besides, the closest you can be to Will is in here, seeing as this is where his heart is kept." He gestured to the cherished chest under the bed.

Something masked her face, but he couldn't decipher what it was. Sadness? Anger? Disappointment? His own words stung his heart. The reminder of Elizabeth's marriage came back to haunt him. "I'll, uh," she stammered, "go get my things." She headed for the door. "No, I'll get them," he offered, walking ahead of her, exiting the cabin, glad for an excuse to leave.

Jack hurried to the crew's quarters, unaware of everything around him. He jumped down the steps and grabbed Elizabeth's nightclothes. Suddenly, his attention was drawn to the sound of a creaking board above. Elizabeth must have been moving around in the cabin. However, the sound of shuffling feet upstairs worried him. The whole crew was downstairs, sleeping, besides Elizabeth in the cabin and Cotton at the helm. Jack's instincts told him something was wrong. He dropped what was in his hands.

Walking to the steps at the end of the room, he ignored the snores of he sleeping pirates and tuned his ears to only what was above deck. Placing his hand on the hilt of his sword, he made his way up the stairs. The nearer he came to the deck, the more he was positive that they were not alone. The squawk of Cotton's parrot alerted him and a shot broke the silence.

Jack rushed up the stairs, his crew stirred behind him as he shouted, "On deck! All hands! Scutter! Men to guns!" Once he reached the deck, he found Cotton laying on the ground, unmoving. Alarmed, but remaining wary, he tiptoed towards Cotton's body. Something to the right caught Jack's eyes. "Run out the cannons!" he ordered, "On deck, you scabrous dogs!" About half of the crew was now there, their mouths were gaped open at what Jack, now, saw.

The terribly familiar ship, the Nemesis, was attached to the Pearl's railing by grappling hooks. Jack was ready to give the order to fire, when the voice of an old enemy spoke behind him," I really don't think you should give that order, Sparrow. At least I wouldn't if I were you." Jack turned to find Lord Collins standing before him, gun in hand, with the barrel pointed an Elizabeth's forehead. Her eyes were displays of her terror. She gripped the arm that Collins had around her throat. "Time to go," Collins said, "you're coming with us. Let's not cause any trouble." Jack's eyes moved back to Cotton. Collins assured him, "He's only sleeping, Jack."

Jack swiftly pulled his pistol from his belt and aimed it between Collins's eyes. "Come on, Sparrow," scorned Collins, "can you trust that your shot is faster than mine?" Jack boiled with anger. Two soldiers came out of his cabin, carrying the Dead Man's Chest. "No!" Elizabeth cried. By the way she could barely choke the word out, Jack could tell just how tightly Collins's arm was around her neck. "Ah," said Collins, "good work, gentlemen." He reached into Elizabeth's pocket and pulled out the key to the treasure box. Tossing it to another soldier, he commanded, "Open it." He pointed the gun back at Elizabeth.

The soldier obeyed and unlocked the chest, lifting the lid. In it, sat Will's heart, beating at a steady pace. "Now," said Collins, "aim you bayonet at the heart." The soldier did what he was told. "Jack!" Elizabeth tried to scream. Collins put on his evil smile and spoke to the captain, "Let it go, Jack. I've got the lives of two of your friends in my hands. Not to mention the life of an unborn child. Give up." "Jack, please," Elizabeth pleaded, wheezing. "Oh," added Collins, "did I mention that my men have the cannons ready to tear this ship apart? Your entire crew will be dead in no time if you don't cooperate."

Jack's ears perked up. Collins still thought the pirates were mortal? Jack looked over at Gibbs, who winked at his captain. They could definitely use this to their advantage. Jack lowered his pistol and heaved a sigh, "Very well, Collins." Two more soldiers took his pistol and seized his arms. "Hello, ladies," Jack teased, "can't keep your hands off me, can you?" The men gritted their teeth like animals. "What?" he smirked, "Can't we be friends?"

Elizabeth awoke with a pain in her neck and an arm on Jack's chest. The last thing she remembered was a soldier smashing the butt of his gun to Jack's head. They must have done the same to her, for she could feel a bump on her own. She looked up at Jack. He was unconscious; a pout was frozen on his face. His hat was tilted down, covering his eyes. His arm was around her shoulder. Her head was tucked in the crook of his neck. The hand she had on his chest was the only part of her body that was warm. She moved her fingers over his bronze skin.

Elizabeth became aware of her surroundings. They were in a cell. The same cell they'd been in many times while on the Nemesis. There was a plate of molded bread in the corner of the prison. She heard a noise outside of the cell. It was a beating. A thumping noise. Will's heart! She searched for it with her eyes and found it sitting on the ground beyond the door of the cell.

"You know," Elizabeth heard Jack say, "I find that I'm in this cell quite a lot. Perhaps I should have my mail sent here." At the sound of his voice, she recalled how she was laying with him. She began to move herself, but decided not to. She was comfortable with him. He didn't seem to care, of course.

"Where do you think they're taking us?" Elizabeth asked Jack. "Oh, don't worry," he replied, "I'm sure Ol' Frilly Face will be down here in no time to tell us what our fate is to be." Coincidentally, they heard boots coming down the steps that they had come to know well. Not long after, Collins was standing outside of the cell. "Aw," he sneered, "isn't that just precious?" He gazed at his prisoners.

Elizabeth groaned as Jack slid away from her, standing up. "Collins," he said to the evil lord, "I've missed you terribly." "Oh," replied Collins, "not as much as I've missed you, Jack."
"You thought you were pretty clever, having Hoag poison Lizzie and come aboard the Pearl, didn't you?"
"It was a good idea. But, since he wasn't on board the Pearl, I assume you took care of him."
"Keelhauled him. Felt it was the proper way for him to go."
"Seems a bit harsh, but I take it you weren't happy to discover his presence."
"Not entirely."
"I can imagine. So, back to business. I'm sure that you're anxious to know where you're going..."
Elizabeth cut in, "It would be nice to know, but we don't expect any kindness from you."
"Oh, Miss Swann-"
"It's Mrs. Turner!" She hated saying it, but she wanted to irritate him.
"It doesn't matter who you are. Once we reach our destination, you both will be hung. No one will need to know your names."
"Where are we going?" She pushed herself up as best she could, so that she was sitting up, leaning on the wall behind her.
"Have either of you ever heard of Harrell Island?"
"Otherwise known as Port Harrell? Yes."
Jack added, "It's pretty much Port Royal, only farther west."
Collins flashed an evil smile. "Good, you know it. Lord Duran is going to meet us there. He wanted to be one of the few who will get to witness our demise."
"So," Jack asked, "you obviously figured out that I lied to you about everything. Sorry, but I'm a pirate."
"Yes. We went back to Curdy and the heart wasn't there. Berton Island was deserted-no pirate lords. We tried to bind Calypso at Isla Cruces, but nothing happened. Naturally, we would come after you."
"If you're going to kill us when we get to Harrell, aren't you going to ask us all of those questions again? I mean, it's like you said, all we're good for is the information we hold, correct?"
"Not any more. Lord Duran's priorities have changed. Once you two are dead, he's going to stab the heart in the Dead Man's Chest." He picked up the sacred item off the floor.
"Then, what?"
"He'll have certain power, will he not? He plans to replace this worthless heart with his own, then go after all of the pirate lords himself, destroying them one at a time. As for Calypso, well, she'll just have to live with it until we figure out to bind her ourselves."
"How about Duran getting all... tentacley? If he doesn't ferry the souls, he'll be punished." Jack made fake tentacles with his fingers.
"Oh, he doesn't care about that."
"You've got it all figured out, haven't you?"
"Perfectly."

Tears ran down Elizabeth's cheeks as she listened. Will was going to die and it was all her fault. If she had just stayed put and waited for him on Curdy like she as supposed to, everything would be okay. She probably would have been over Jack by now, the Company wouldn't have known where to find her and Will would be safe. Most importantly, her baby would not be in danger. Since she hadn't even drank from the Fountain f Youth, this whole voyage had been for nothing anyways.

Elizabeth watched in horror as Collins dropped the Dead Man's Chest on purpose, as if it were a piece of trash. She gasped as it hit the floor. "You wretch!" she screamed at the sinister soldier. He laughed at her agony and headed back up the stairs. Jack heaved a sigh and sat back down next to Elizabeth. She didn't care what she was doing; she pulled him close to her and wept into his shirt.