The next few events seemed to happen all at once. Elizabeth screamed. "No! Jack!" She shoved Jack hard. He went down and cracked his head on the deck when he landed. There was the sound of a bullet hitting flesh, a grunt of agony, the thud of a body hitting the deck. The crack of a musket from behind him, and then Angelica screaming in rage and swearing in muffled Spanish.
It took a few seconds for Jack's dizziness to wear off so he could sit up and look around. He saw the first mate of the Gavilón stagger and fall down dead. He turned his head and saw Gibbs lowering the musket from his shoulder as he stared behind Jack in shocked panic.
Jack spun around and saw her. Elizabeth. She'd shoved him aside and taken the shot for him. If there's one thing a pirate is always good at, it's recognizing when a wound is mortal. She lay in a rapidly-widening pool of blood on the deck of his Pearl.
Elizabeth, shot. Bloody.
Dying.