Father of the Bride

William Turner: Orphan. Blacksmith. Pirate.

And Elizabeth loved him, as it seemed. His daughter, treated like royalty since she was born, was in love with a common blacksmith. And he was happy for her.

No, he thought, pacing around his office. Happy was not the word. He was more…resigned to this fact. If Elizabeth was happy, that was all he needed. He didn't have to like it.

Well, at least he wasn't a pirate…yet. But he was still not to be completely trusted. Some of his actions were…questionable, even if done for good reasons.

That probably endeared him to Elizabeth even more. Ever since she was a little girl, even before the crossing from England, she had always been interested in pirates. Reading stories, asking questions, and generally amazing the other children with the adventures of some pirate or another. Her fascination had always worried him somewhat, but he assumed that she would grow out of it.

The crossing from England…He glanced down at the letter of resignation on his desk; Commodore Norrington's letter of resignation. The governor sighed. He'd had such high hopes for the boy. He'd known him since he was just a lieutenant, a bit older than Elizabeth. All those things he could have accomplished…The youngest commodore anyone could remember, marrying his daughter…

If only he hadn't been so hung up on revenge, revenge that he believed was dictated by the law. Well, thought the governor, perhaps Elizabeth wasn't the only one obsessed with pirates.

He gazed out the window to where they were setting up an area for tomorrow's ceremony. The wedding of William Turner; a blacksmith and Elizabeth Swann; the governor's daughter. And Governor Weatherby Swann would be there, and be happy. Be happy for his daughter.