Elizabeth Swann stood in front of a tall mirror in her bedroom. Her golden hair falling down her shoulders, lightly carresing the white fabric of her dress. She sighed in relief. She was so ready to be getting married, though the look of sorrow, of betrayal, of defeat, in Jack's eyes would always be nagging in the back of her mind. She loved Will, no doubt about it, sometimes she just felt like she should have excepted Jack's proposal when she had the chance.
She knew Jack loved her. The hurt in his eyes when she chained him to the Pearl was to great for him to have felt otherwise. She allowed a silent tear to roll down her cheek. "Oh, Jack Sparrow. What are you doing to me?" she questioned out loud.
"So you finally ask," came a familear voice. Elizabeth quickly turned to see her beloved captain standing before her. "Oh, you look so beautiful, love," he said, cupping her cheek and lightly stroking it with his rough thumb. She closed her eyes.
"Oh, Jack... Why are you here?"
"To ask you if you're making the right decision, darling," Elizabeth turned her head, breaking free from his gentle touch. She tried to look him in the eye, but she just couldn't, she was too ashamed.
"I realy don't know."
Jack smiled.
"Love, you always have a place on my ship. Next to me," he paused, pondering what to say, "But, if , however, you love him and want to be with him... well, love, you know." He wrapped his arms around her waist tenderly and kissed her nose.
"I'll be waiting," he finally said before he finally left her room. She sat on her bead, amazed at what had just happened. She shook her head in frustration.
She picked up the nearest piece of stationary and found a pen and began to wrie.
'My Dearest Will...'