My first PotC fic. Be nice, won't ya?

Elizabeth Swann sat in front of a large mirror in the back of the church, in the beautiful wedding gown, custom-tailored to her specific form. She struggled to breathe in the extremely tight corset she was forced to endure as she fanned herself. She reached up her other hand and touched her mother's earrings that her father had given to her to wear that day. She smiled at her reflection. She did look rather stunning, as her father had told her quite enthusiastically that morning. Her father was quite the endearing man. He could be frustrating at times, but she loved him nonetheless.

Her heart was skipping with the normal wedding nerves as there came a knock on the door. She hoped to God that it was her bridesmaids coming to tell her it was time to go. She was very nervous and her nerves took up so much of her heart that she didn't have much room left for excitement. Of course she was excited to get married, but her heart ached. She got up and opened the door, revealing Will Turner.

"Will!" Elizabeth cried with happiness. "Oh, I'm so glad you came." She, defying all rules of propriety, embraced him.

"I wouldn't have missed it for the world." Will said, holding her for a moment. He watched her sit down and moved into the room, closing the door behind him. "You look…" He shook his head, not finding any words to describe her.

"What?" She asked, an undertone of bitterness lacing her voice. "What, Will?" She asked tenderly.

"Beautiful." He finished, a small smile gracing his lips. He suddenly fell silent, looking at the floor.

To Elizabeth's eye, she had never seen him look more fabulous. He was dressed up and his hair was combed back in a ponytail, yet something wasn't right. He acted as he had before their adventure with Jack. He was very humble and shy in her presence and she didn't like him that way. She remembered with fervor how he had touched her face and held her hand and she stood up. She walked over to him and put a hand on his arm.

"What is it, Will?" She asked him, looking up into his dark brown eyes, full of mystery and hidden agony that so very well matched her own.

"I love you." He said softly. "You know I have, and yet you are marrying Norrington. I am not one to contest an oath you swore, but…" He took a deep breath. "You should be marrying me. I know its selfish, but…"

"Its true. I should be marrying you." Elizabeth agreed. "If fate could have its way, I wouldn't be talking to you right now and you'd be waiting for me at the altar. But I thought I was doing the right thing in promising to marry Norrington to save you. But I'm glad I did. You're here with me."

"Yet… this is as close as we shall ever be." Will added quietly. "You soon shall be married."

"Indeed." Elizabeth's eyes were full of tears as she looked at his pensive face. She let her hand drop to her side as she averted her gaze.

Will took her hands in his and caught her gaze and kept it with his own. "But a few minutes is all we need. Then we can go out there and start acting… its what we do best."