"Will…" Elizabeth waited as Will took a bite of chocolate cake. The day before had been his birthday and everyone had celebrated with cake and rum. Now Will was eating a piece of leftover cake from the previous night.

"Yhessh?" His voice was slurred by the cake he was chewing.

"I was thinking…about our wedding." Elizabeth started.

Will gulped down the last bit of cake and looked at her inquisitively. "Something wrong?"

"Well…I want to have the date changed." Elizabeth replied, raising her gaze to look at Will.

Will smiled, relieved. "Oh yes. Excitement finally settling in? Well, I was thinking about that too. I think we should get married tonight!"

Elizabeth's jaw dropped, "What?"

Will grinned, "You know! Two celebrations in two nights, how much better can it get? Jack is the Captain so he can play minister, and of course I'll be groom and you'll-"

Elizabeth quit listening. Get married tonight? It overwhelmed her completely. It the exact opposite of what she had been trying to request. She wanted the date set even farther away than it was currently. Now she would have to marry this very night?

"I'll go and tell everyone!" Will's jovial voice made her feel all the more guilty. She watched him stroll away, still babbling out various ideas for the wedding. The truth was she had been doubting her truthful love for the blacksmith for quite some time. Her heart just didn't seem to be in the idea of marrying anymore.

Sadly she turned around and walked off in the opposite direction of the way Will had skipped off to.

"I heard that your wedding is tonight."

Elizabeth looked over her shoulder from her desk in her room. "Good day to you too Jack."

She silently cursed herself for not having closed the door. In her subconscious movements about her room she had forgotten to simply push the door shut, and now she was paying for it.

"Is something wrong, love?" Jack asked, looking at her with two gentle eyes that seemed sincerely concerned. This puzzled Elizabeth.

"Yes infact." She replied.

"And what might that be?" Jack probed.

"Something." Elizabeth refrained to being stubborn.

"So descriptive aren't you, love?" Jack grinned. "What's wrong?"

Elizabeth sighed and slowly turned around in her chair to face Jack for the first time since he'd waltzed in.

"I don't want to get married to Will." She said.

Jack grinned knowingly, "Well I could have told you that."

Elizabeth frowned, "What's that supposed to mean Captain Sparrow?"

Jack smiled, not completely smirky, but with a trace of it. "It's obvious you heart does not belong with his. You don't love him and anyone of board except him could tell you so, especially me."

Elizabeth glared slightly. "Well, true my heart doesn't lie with his, but I don't know where it does lie."

Jack grinned and looked around the room innocently. He softly taunted, "I do…I do…"

Elizabeth's glare hardened, "Just because you have a crush on me does not mean I have a crush on you."

"Ah, but it doesn't mean that you do not don't have a crush on me either, now does it?"

Elizabeth slowly calculated the meaning of the baffling phrase and then replied, "I do not love you, Mr. Sparrow. And I would appreciate it if you'd leave me be."

Jack grinned, "All in good time, love. All in good time." And he gaily turned around and walked out of Elizabeth's room.

Elizabeth sighed after he had left. There was no way she loved Jack. No way whatsoever. Impossible. Illogical. Improbable. Almost…No! Elizabeth shook her head furiously. I do not love a rum drinking pirate who wishes only to bed me and then return to his daily schedule of pirating!

Her thoughts returned to the entanglement of her newly dated wedding. How was she going to tell Will? The problem was not simply that she was scared to tell him, no not at all, it was actually: when would have a chance to tell him? He would definitely stick to the superstition that it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding, so there would be no time for her to sneak a short chat with him in.

"It's not fair." She said to her room. She wished her room would reply and tell her the answer to all her problems. Life isn't fair…

"That's not the reply I wanted!" She retorted.

Love isn't fair either…

"That has nothing to do with it…well maybe it does…but I don't think I see it the way you do!"

Oh, what am I doing? Talking to my room is not going to solve anything at all. If someone were to walk in at that moment they would classify Elizabeth as a crazy person. After all, who talks to their room when they have a mental breakdown?

Knock, knock.

"Elizabeth, the wedding is scheduled for an hour from now! See you the since it's bad luck to see before then!" Will called through her wooden door, which Jack had closed when he had departed.

"Alright!" Elizabeth replied.

Only an hour? Elizabeth knew she'd never have time to get ready for a wedding in an hour's time. She'd have to try nevertheless. She ran her brush through her hair, making it shine and appear perfectly straight and layered. Her eyes sparkled enough as they were so she left them alone. She put in two dazzling ear rings and brushed her teeth until they reflected the lighting around them.

For her apparel she decided to stay in her pirate suit and go how she was. It wasn't formal in any matter, but she was a pirate –kind of- so that counted right? Besides, she wasn't a fan of big goofy dresses. They had always bothered her while growing up. They seemed to confine one's legs so that they couldn't move freely through the air like she loved to do. Yes, dresses were a definite pain.

Finally Elizabeth seemed satisfied with her appearance and took a deep breath. I'll get through this…She said over and over in her mind. She walked out on deck with fifteen minutes until the wedding began and followed the crew to where the wedding was being held. One of the members signaled her over to him and she realized he was standing beside the aisle where she would walk down. She had almost gotten over the sudden butterflies in her stomach when she looked up to see Will standing at the end of her walkway with the minister, who happened to be Jack.

Oh no…Elizabeth had forgotten that Jack was to be hosting this event. Now it would be extremely hard to go about normally throughout the wedding. Her plan had been to stare blankly at the preacher the whole time to avoid looking at Will; now if she starred at the preacher she feared she'd never take her eyes off of him.

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