Disclaimer: I don't own POTC but whoever thought of MASH- thank you!!! It's the best game ever!

AN: This story came to mind one day when I was really bored in Speech class. My friends and I play this game all the time and making up different topics is sooo much fun! If my MASH comes true, then Ashton Kutcher better dump Demi soon! Lol. Enough of me babbling and let's have some fun!

"Hi Liz, what's up?" I asked when I arrived at the Governor's mansion.

Elizabeth, surprised by my sudden visit and not used to my way of talking, answered, "I'm fine Heather. Why are you carrying that paper book?"

I looked down at my notebook and then back to her, smiling. "Well, the last time I was here, you were telling me how bored you are when Will is off on adventures with Jack. I thought we could play M-A-S-H."

"M-A-S-H? What's that?"

"It's a game to see what your future will be. My friends and I play this all the time and the best part is making up wacky things for your future."

"Why would you do that? Isn't the future to be something to be taken seriously?" she said.

I rolled my eyes. God, these people need to learn to have fun in their lives, I thought.

We went to the parlor. Setting my notebook on the table, I kneeled down in front and started making up the topics. Elizabeth sat across from me and watched as I wrote quickly.

"Now here is how it goes: there's 13 topics that's going to decide your future. I'm only read each one at a time and you're going to give me 3 choices for each one. MASH to let you know, stands for where you live and I'll tell you when we're done."

"Did you do this before?"

I nod. "Sure do! I'm supposed to marry Ashton and it would be great if it comes true. First, give me three names for your future husband."

"Does it have to be someone I know?"

"Yeah or you could make someone up. How about James and Bob for two of them and you give me one."

"Will," she said finally after thinking for a little bit.

"Now where do you want your wedding to be."

"A church, of course, and maybe on a ship."

"One more."

"I'm not sure. I can't think of anything else. Where would you want your wedding to be?"

"On the beach. It's so romantic," I told her.

"Okay, on a beach."

"Next, your wedding dress color."

"White, pale pink, and peach."

"Tux color for your hubbie."

"Black, gray, and charcoal."

"What kind of car do you want?"

"Car?"

"Fine, let's say a pirate ship, carriage, and a horse," I said.

"What color will it be?"

"Brown, white, and black."

"How many kids?"

"Four and three." She stops and thought for a second. "What were you going to have?"

"2 million then," I replied as I wrote it down.

"2 million? That's impossible," she declared.

"It's a game," I said sarcastically. "What gender should they be? All boys, all girls or a mix?"

"Fine."

"Okay. What pet do you want?"

"I always wanted a dog," she said. "Oh and a cat! They're quite useful."

"One more Liz."

"This is sooo hard! I can't think of any I would want."

"A gummy worm," I mumbled.

"What?"

"Never mind. Sex life is next."

"WHAT?! That's improper to say! You shouldn't ask me that!"

"God Liz! It's something we're going to do sooner or later in our lives. Just give me the three choices or I'll will."

She folded her arms. "I won't talk about this!"

"Right then. It'll be wild, comfortable, and it sucks. I don't see what's the big deal," I said under my breath. "What job should he have?"

"A pirate, blacksmith, and a swordsman," she replied dreamily, thinking of Will.

I smirked. This can be so easy! "A job for yourself."

"Why would I want a job? I'm fine the way I am," Elizabeth said.

"Pirate and a housewife for you. Is there something you love that you would think of doing for a living?"

"I do like to paint," she said after all. "I guess a painter then."

"Last but not least: your budget. How much bling bling should you have?"

She looked confused at me. I sighed. "Money."

"I'm not sure Heather. I'm rich and I have plenty of money."

"Okay but let's make it specific. Liz, it's a game so tend to one it won't happen. Do you think I'm going to marry a celeb that is 10 years older than me and that in fact he can have any girl he wants? No. So how much?"

"Well, I know you want me to have some fun and I really been giving you a hard time for some of the topics. I'm going to have fun with this. A 100!"

"100! Another one."

"Hmmm, 1 million and a penny!" she cried.

"Done! Now I'm to write little marks and just tell me when to stop."

Three pauses and she called out stop.

"Okay, let's find out what your future is."

It took me a few minutes and I looked over what was circled.

"Okay Liz, this is future: You are going to live in a apartment, you are going to marry Will, wedding is on the beach, your dress is peach, Will's tux is charcoal, your car is a horse and it's black, you're going to have 2 million kids and they are all girls, your pet is a cat, your sex life is comfortable, Will's a blacksmith and you're a housewife, and your budget is $1 million. Boy, what was the odd that some of these might come true," I finished.

Elizabeth laughed. "I know! This was fun but we should hide it before Will gets here since he'll be back soon. Now he hasn't propose yet but I'm hoping the reason he was gone to get a ring. Give it to me."

I handed her the paper with her future on it. "Bye Liz, I'll see you later then."

I waved and left.

~Meanwhile~

"Will that's sure one `ell of a ring there for Elizabeth," said Jack.

"I know and I can't wait to propose. You don't think she suspects anything?"

"No mate. But she's a woman so she might have."

"Bye Jack and stay out of trouble," Will said before he went his separate way.

But Jack didn't leave. He wandered over to the mansion and thought of stealing some of the rum inside. It was late and everyone was asleep.

So quiet as a mouse, he went inside and went to the kitchen. He took a couple of bottles and suck them dry. Swaggering, he wandered throughout the house and spotted a piece of paper under a chair. He pick it up and skimmed over what it said.

"Will, ye have no idea what ye got yerself into mate."

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