Chapter 1
Captain Jack Sparrow was very pleased with his life. He had everything he'd ever wanted.
And currently, Jack was mid-dream.
In this dream, he was sitting down to a pleasant meal with his family. Jack was just about to cut into whatever was on his plate when the younger version of Jack burst through the front door.
"Marry me Rosemary!" the young man shouted.
Jack, still holding the fork and knife, stared in shock at Jack kneeling on the floor, holding out a ring.
The older Jack screamed.
He awoke from his dream. It was the worst dream of his whole entire life.
He sat up and realized he was sweating.
"What's wrong, darling?" Dani, his wife, asked.
"I just had the worst nightmare of my life," Jack said.
"Oh, really?" she asked, not looking at him and fiddling with something on her bureau.
"Yes, I dreamt that Jack and Rosemary were getting married."
"Jack, keep your voice down," Dani said.
"Why should I keep my voice down?" Jack asked, watching his wife fix her hair. "And what's with all the fuss?"
"You really need less rum, darling. Jack and Rosemary are getting married and we are going to Lizzie's house for supper."
"Bugger!" he shouted. Everything suddenly came flooding back.
"Calm down. If you sit nicely at Will's house, you'll get a reward when we get home," Dani smiled.
"What about the children?" Jack asked.
"Less rum will help you remember these things. Andy chose to go away to boarding school, savvy?" she asked.
Jack nodded.
"And Rosemary moved into her own flat with Jack."
"When did I agree to that?" Jack asked.
"You didn't. None of us did. But the general concensus was to keep them close instead of pushing them away. And could you blame either of them for wanting to get away from us? Or Lizzie?" she asked.
"Will they be attending said supper?" Jack asked.
"Supposedly," Dani replied, dabbing her perfume on herself while Jack watched each placement carefully.
Jack was thinking about throwing his wife on the bed and skipping dinner with the Turners.
"How is it that you forgot all about the children?" she asked.
"I was trying to block out the terribly traumatic events. I remember now. All too vividly," Jack sighed.
"Come on, Jack. We're going to be late," Dani said.
"Can't we stay in?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows.
"No. We have to go. This is in preparation for the ceremony next week. The final details must be taken care of," she replied. "You'll go drink your rum with Will and Lizzie and I will be speaking with Rosemary, savvy?"
Jack nodded again. He hated the idea of his little girl getting married. She was only twenty-two and Jack was a mere boy at twenty-three.
Of course, Jack Sparrow was in his late sixties and in comparison, everyone was a mere boy.
"And tonight we should tell Jack and Rosemary about us being immortals," Danielle said as she stepped out of the room.
Jack's closed eyes flashed open and he stood as quickly as he could. He needed to follow his wife.
"Excuse me, madam, you want to tell them that?" Jack said.
"They've already asked and we told them lies. They deserve the truth," she said as they exited their home and started their stroll down to the Turner home.
Rosemary and Jack were already sitting in the dining room when Danielle and Jack arrived. And Jack silently cursed himself because this was all his fault. If he'd never encouraged them so long ago, they wouldn't be bloody engaged now!
Jack thought back to when this madness all began. It was about a year ago.
He had been sitting at dinner when the boy ran in. And Jack did propose to his little girl in front of him. And Jack did scream as it happened.
So now, when the adults walked into the room, the children stopped cuddling and smiled at their parents.
Jack felt nauseous.
"Daddy? I have a question for you," Rosemary said.
"Here it comes," he whispered to his wife. "What is it?"
"Are you all right with walking me down the aisle?" she asked sweetly.
Jack's face contorted. That was his job in this whole deal, and yet, he hesitated.
"Please, daddy?" she said.
"Oh, of course he will," Dani said. "He'll be happy to."
Jack looked to Danielle and gave her the dirtiest look he'd ever given anyone.
"We're talking about this later," he said.
It was then that Will and Elizabeth emerged from the kitchen with the food.
It was excellent timing, because things were about to get really awkward without it.
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