The way he was gazing at her made Elizabeth want to melt. She felt nothing but stillness all around her, the rest of the world vanishing around them. His eyes carried certain sadness in them that touched her heart in such a profound way that she almost felt like crying. Before she knew what she was doing, Elizabeth closed the small distance between them and placed her lips upon his. He seemed taken aback at first, but then settled into the kiss. She wasn't sure of what to expect when their lips finally met, but the result was devastating and sent a chill down her spine. She kept pushing him backwards as the kiss continued to intensify, finally stopping when Jack's back hit the mast. Her hands slipped down his arms until they reached the cold chains hanging at their side and before her mind was able to argue with her to reconsider her actions, Elizabeth chained his hand to the mast. It was then that his eyes opened and he pulled his lips away from her. She felt the sudden cold as he pulled slightly away from her and gazed into her eyes.
Elizabeth tried telling him that it was the only way and that the monster was only after him and not the rest of them, but the look in his eyes made her heart break. He leaned back even more as a small smile crept to his lips and just as she was about to rethink what she had just done, he said the single word that would haunt her for many nights.
"Pirate," he whispered.
It was then that she knew she was no better than him. The truth was that she was worse. She had betrayed his trust and used the feelings he had for her against him selfishly to save herself and Will and the rest of the crew. He simply smiled at her, making Elizabeth feel even guiltier. It was true that she had chained him to the mast and was about to leave him to die, but in a twisted sense, she also expected some sort of reaction out of him deep down. She wanted him to shout at her, to scream at her and tell her how angry he was and in turn show her that he cared. But he gave her nothing. All he did was smile. Unable to stand it any longer, Elizabeth turned and ran as fast as she could away from him…away from the man who had such a profound effect on her every time they met. Never once looking back, she crawled down the ladder and onto the boat, where Will was sitting there patiently with the rest of the crew, an odd look upon his face. They asked where Jack was, and all she could do was lie that he had elected to stay behind and give them a chance. Once they had rowed far into the water, away from Jack and the monster that was about to devour him, they all looked back at the Black Pearl. The Kracken had fully taken over the ship and in a tragic moment, took it and its Captain down to the depths of the ocean. Elizabeth sat in the boat and watched the scene before her, unsure how she would ever be able to forgive herself for killing him.
All of a sudden, as she watched the water where Jack had just disappeared into calm, she heard a gushing voice which moved like the wind behind her ears.
"You're dead to me, Elizabeth," the voice whispered.
Looking up in a tremble, she knew without a doubt whose voice that was.
Elizabeth jumped up from her bed with a scream, sitting upright with the covers over her legs. She was sweating as her heart pounded heavily in her chest. Closing her eyes, she ran her hand through her silky, long hair and took a few gentle breaths to calm herself. Unable to sleep any longer, she tossed the covers aside and grabbed a loose black jacket which belonged to her father, securely wrapping it around her thin frame. Opening the door to her room, she crept past the sleeping crew, smiling faintly at how they were still slumbering despite her scream a moment ago. Her gaze then landed on Will, who was away in a deep slumber. Staring at him for a long moment, her heart fell. He was after all her fiancé and yet he was not the man who had been plaguing her thoughts. Sighing softly, she tiptoed up the stairs, walked above deck and head to the bow of the ship, gazing ahead of her at the water. The calmness of the sea brought her back another memory, one which revolved around her and Jack once more.
They were both sitting in front of the bonfire they had built, each holding a bottle of rum in their hands. Although she was trying to make him drunk in an effort to use him in her plan, she couldn't help but feel drawn to him as he spoke.
"That's what a ship is, you know. It's not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails, that's what a ship needs but what a ship is...what the Black Pearl really is...is freedom," his voice whispered in her ears as if it were yesterday.
Sighing, Elizabeth looked away from the sea, almost guiltily. She was so focused on her thoughts and emotions that she didn't hear the gentle footsteps creeping up behind her.
"Thoughts keeping you awake?" Tia Dalma's voice came suddenly, causing Elizabeth to jump slightly.
She stared at the voodoo Priestess for a moment before returning her gaze to the open water ahead.
"Yes," she replied.
"Thoughts of someone in particular?" Tia Dalma asked, a smile forming on her lips.
Hearing the tone the woman was using, Elizabeth turned her face to hers.
"And what's it to you?" she asked suspiciously.
"Anything revolving a certain fallen Captain piques my interest," Tia Dalma replied in her thick accent, the smile still plastered on her face. "Jack and I go back a long way."
Elizabeth looked away at the sound of his name, escalating the interest in the woman beside her.
"There has been many a women that have crossed paths with Jack Sparrow in the past," she continued as Elizabeth stared at her from the corner of her eyes. "Oh, many indeed. Everyone loves him, especially the women."
When she received no response from the former Governor's daughter, Tia Dalma pressed on.
"Little, though, have I seen him have such a profound effect on one of them," Tia Dalma said, inching closer to her.
"It's just the guilt, that's all," Elizabeth tried reasoning.
"Oh no my dear," Tia Dalma began as both women made eye contact. "The look I see in your eyes right now tells me something very different."
"What exactly do my eyes tell you?" Elizabeth asked, her voice etched with sarcasm.
"That you miss the man….and you love him," she finished.
Elizabeth turned to her with a gasp, a response on the edge of her lips to refute the suggestion, but Tia Dalma cut her off.
"Oh, you love him indeed," she said, her smile returning as she emphasized her words. "These weeks that we have been on this ship together, I have seen you with young Mr. Turner. The way you look at him hardly compares to the look in your eyes when you're thinking of witty Jack Sparrow."
"And what makes you presume I'm thinking of Jack when I have that look in my eyes, as you say?" Elizabeth rebuffed.
Tia Dalma tilted her head for a moment and gazed at the young woman in front of her, shaking her head slightly at the denial she was seeing.
"Were you not thinking of him a moment ago when you came up here?" Tia Dalma asked.
Elizabeth's eyes gave her answer away and she knowingly looked to the side.
"You killed Jack Sparrow for many a reasons. You can lie to yourself that it was to save Mr. Turner and the rest of the crew, but you cannot hide your true feelings forever. You killed him because you were afraid," she stated, her accent visible through her words.
"Yes, of the Kracken," Elizabeth countered, but the Priestess shook her head.
"You killed him because you were afraid of the feelings you were developing for him. He helps unleash a side in you that is not proper for a Governor's daughter. A side that gives you freedom…a side that gives in to the passion he stirs in you," she said softly. "The sooner you admit who truly lies in your heart, the better off everyone involved will be."
With that, Tia Dalma turned and quickly disappeared below deck, leaving Elizabeth to her thoughts. Sighing, she ran her hands through her hair before closing her eyes.
"Might I inquire as to how you came by these?" Jack asked, holding the Letters in his hand.
"Persuasion," Elizabeth replied.
"Friendly?" Jack asked, moving her so she walked backwards down the ship.
"Decidedly not," she replied with a slight scoff.
"Will strikes a deal for these and upholds it with honor. Yet you're the one standing here with the prize: Full pardon, commission as a privateer on behalf of England and the East India Trading Company," Jack said before turning around and walking away from her, tucking the Letters into his coat. "As if I could be bought for such a low price."
"Jack, the Letters, give them back," she said, chasing him.
"No, persuade me," he replied, his back still to her.
"You do know Will taught me how to handle a sword," she said in a soft voice, pressing her body on his back.
Smiling smugly, he turned around to fully face her.
"As I said," he replied before whispering, "Persuade me."
Elizabeth couldn't stop herself from smiling at his challenge so she turned and frustratingly walked away from him, to the opposite end of the ship as he watched her go. She gazed down at the water, her smile broadening wildly.
"It's a curious thing," James Norrington's voice came as he stood by her side, causing her to shake the smile away. "There was a time when I would've given anything for you to look like that while thinking about me."
"I don't know what you mean," she stated, pretending to be oblivious to his comment.
"Oh I think you do," he said, his tone rather suggestive.
"Oh, don't be absurd," she said quickly. "I trust him, that's all."
Norrington's expression as he walked away from her left her utterly confused. She was sure he had mentioned something about her 'latest fiancé', but such thoughts left her mind as her hands traveled to her pocket and landed on Jack's compass. Opening the compass, she watched as the needle spun before landing on a solid direction. Looking up from the compass, Elizabeth's eyes widened when she noticed Jack standing at the end of the needle, far from her. Shutting the compass quickly, she placed it back in her pocket and looked away in a mixture of surprise and fear.
"Leave me alone," Elizabeth mumbled loudly, opening her eyes and sighing heavily, hoping the memories would simply fade away.
But she was certain that the next time she closed her eyes, his image would plague her thoughts once again. It was then that she noticed something on the horizon dead ahead. As the smog began to clear over the water, Elizabeth's eyes slowly widened at what laid before them.
"Barbossa!" she shouted, running down below. "Barbossa, come quick!"
Her shout was followed by the sounds of footsteps scurrying below until Captain Barbossa, Will and Gibbs ran towards her.
"What ye be shouting for?" the Captain said angrily, his mood quite sour for being woken from his sleep.
"Look ahead," she said, motioning the waterfall that was only minutes away.
"Barbossa, you bastard!" Will exclaimed. "Where have you led us?"
Smiling at what he saw, the Captain turned to Will. "We're at World's End."
Just as the rest of the crew piled above deck, Barbossa turned and shouted orders. Everyone rushed to their stations while Elizabeth stood frozen in her spot. The thought that Jack was so near sent another shiver down her spine. It wasn't until Will shouted at her to grab hold of something that she shook out of her daze and grabbed the edge of the ship closest to the Captain. Just as she closed her eyes, the ship went into the air and began plummeting into oblivion.