"You forget your place, Mr.Turner," the commadore snarled quietly.



"It's right here. Between you and Jack," was the young mans bold response.



Elizabeth stepped forward. It was her place, too. With Will. But her father laid a restraining hand on her arm, pulling her, tugging her away from her love who had, only minutes ago, declared his love for her. She opened her mouth to speak, but Norrington spoke first.



"Then you'll be joining your dear friend Jack at the gallows, Mr. Turner. Pity you won't even be able to attend my wedding ceremony. Our wedding ceremony," he added, and his cold eyes turned upon Elizabeth, and though they warmed slightly, they were not inviting to the young lady.



"Norrington, please, I must insist. For...for my sake, please," Elizabeth pleaded.



"Miss Swann, I regret to say that, even for your sake, I cannot release this... this pirate." Norrington's voice was heavy with loathing.



"Then I shan't marry you," Elizabeth cried before she could stop herself. Of course, it did sound like a reasonable idea, didn't it?



"I beg your pardon?"



"I shan't marry you. I shan't." She tilted her chin up in defiance.



"Thatta girl, Lizzie," Jack cried. He'd been silent throughout the whole ordeal, which was perhaps a record for the jovial pirate captain. He waved a hand in the air. "Ah, what a heroic lass you've been raising," he announced to the governer. "May I marry her? Of course I may! Drinks for all!" All eyes turned upon the grinning man, who continued to chatter about his beloved rum until Will nudged him roughly. Appearing to be emotionally wounded, Jack went silent.



"Elizabeth, sweetheart, do be reasonable," her father begged, after shuddering at the though of his daughter marrying a pirate.



"I'm being quite reasonable. Why, I'd rather marry... I'd rather marry Jack!" Elizabeth was so desperate to save Will that she would marry the most bothersome man ever to save him.



"Perfect! Drinks- ouch! Will, m'boy, you must learn to control those bloody elbows!" Jack rubbed his side, wincing.



"If I release the boy, would you agree to marry me, then?" the commadore questioned her. Elizabeth opened her mouth for a quick yes; all she needed was for Will to be alive. But the look in Will's eyes caused her to hesitate. With all his might, all his willpower, he was silently begging her to say no. He would rather be strung up in the gallows and hung a million times over than to see Elizabeth married to Norrington.

But Elizabeth could not help herself. "Yes," she murmured. "Yes, Norrington, I will marry you."



"Very well then. Release the boy." Will was allowed to step out of the circle of soldiers, though the look he cast Elizabeth meant he would rather still be there with the chance of her hand in marriage.



"And what of me, eh? Forgetting the old captain? I'll be assuming I was part of that little wager of yours." Jack backed away from the commadore, only to be pushed forward again by a soldier. "Careful now, matey, don't go damaging me finery," Jack snorted, dusting off his shirt.



"Take Sparrow to the dungeons," Norrington ordered.



"Captain! I'm a captain! And haven't ye learned by now? Ye can't hold me!" Jack roared as he was pulled away.



The governer rubbed his eyes tiredly. Honestly, the things he had to deal with. He had never expected his sweet little daughter to become so... troublesome. Troublesome daughters, pirates, blacksmiths, not to mention living hands. "Come Elizabeth, it is time we returned home."



"In a moment, father," the girl replied absently. Will was coming towards her, and all thoughts, even those of poor Jack Sparrow- Captain Sparrow, she corrected herself- in the dungeon flew out of her head.



"Now," the governer replied stiffly. Will was a nice boy, but the way he looked at his daughter, who was engaged... It was not to his liking.



"Go on, Elizabeth. I'll find you somehow," Will whispered. Elizabeth nodded reluctantly, and joined her father, and they returned to their mansion.