A/N: Surprised! I finally wrote the Pirate Wedding! This fic will be three chapters in total. This fic is dedicated to magfreak as a late birthday present.

Special thanks to Yankeecountess for beta-ing this for me!

Sybil took in the view of the coast in wonder. She glanced at her fiancé and with a wide smile said, "We're finally here Tom! India!"

"Aye," pulling her into his arms and whispering, "finally."

After several months at sea, The Emerald was only a few hours away from Sybil's and Tom's chosen wedding destination.

Sybil had always been curious about the world, particularly Eastern culture. When Sybil introduced the idea of them getting married in India, Tom had been hesitant. Mainly because he did not want to wait so long for their wedding night.

However, Sybil seemed so taken with the idea that Tom couldn't refuse. In the end, neither regretted waiting these last few months. While they were both eager to become husband and wife, they had enjoyed these months immensely. Their courtship was a whirlwind of only a few weeks, and while both agreed that it had been enough time for them to find out each one's character and fall hard for the other, it was after she ran away with him that they truly began to know the other fully, and grow closer on a deeper level.

Yes, during these last months they had learned about each other's childhoods, faults and flaws, shared their secrets, as well as their deepest desires. At night, Tom and Sybil would lie next to the helm and watch the stars, always growing closer, and creating fond memories that they knew they would hold on to for years to come.

Sybil leaned into his embrace and placed her head on his shoulder. She looked up at his face as the cool sea breeze swept his hair up and he glanced at the view. Her heartbeat quickened as she took in his features. His forehead, his eyes, his chin; a thrill went through her as she thought, 'In a few more days he will be my husband.'

"Where do you want to explore first my love?" Tom asked, shaking her from her thoughts, her cheeks a rosy pink.

Trying to compose herself she asked, "Don't you and Kieran need to take care of the goods first?" When the ship had picked up a few valuable objects like they had this trip, Tom would go with Kieran to make sure they got their money's worth, always apologetic that he could not walk around the town that they had stopped at with her.

"Usually, but this will hopefully be my wedding week and I've decided to leave work to Kieran and enjoy my darling fiancée's company instead."

Sybil smirked. "You're just eager for our honeymoon to begin."

Tom snorted. "And you're not? Besides," he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her body fully against his own as he whispered huskily, "Once we're married I have a few plans for you my love, I and none of them have you leaving our room for a long while."

He then kissed her throat, his lips barely touching her, but the hint of his lips against her skin caused her entire body to warm up.

"Ready to go love?"

Sybil smiled as Tom waited for her at the gangplank his hand reaching out, waiting for her to join him. She moved to him his side and immediately took his hand and nodded.

As the two walked off the ship, Sybil was keenly aware, as always, the looks the crewmates gave her. Some curious, some amused, but others uneasy.

During their engagement, Sybil had slowly been gaining the crew's trust. While most had gotten used to her, there were still a few that were uneasy around her.

Tom would frown and become annoyed when he would see some of the crew ignore or snub her, but Sybil would calm him down, reminding him that some just needed a little more time.

With their fingers interlocked, the young couple walked through the local town, finding themselves at a market. Sybil always enjoyed the marketplace; she loved seeing what items each town would sell. Every place was slightly different, whether it was the food, the clothes, or the pottery, each place had their own unique signature.

The fabrics and designs so interesting, and the food wafting in the air, divine!

Tom couldn't help but chuckle happily as Sybil pulled him about from one stand to the next, each having something to create a sense of awe in her eyes.

Sybil was thinking of stopping at one of the local shops for lunch when she saw the most beautiful gowns. "Oh my." Moving closer, she felt the fabric between her fingers. "I've always wanted to see what a sari looked like…" she told him with a grin.

"Should I close my eyes?" Tom teased moving up his hand as if he was about to cover his eyes.

She laughed. "Whatever for?"

"In case you're buying your wedding dress."

Sybil hadn't planned to buy a new dress for their wedding; instead she had planned to wear one of the gowns she already owned. After all, she was marrying a pirate; she doubted it would be a very elaborate wedding. "I had planned to wear that dress I bought in Cape Town."

"Oh," Tom said in surprise. "Well if you're sure…" It wasn't that he didn't like that dress, he thought Sybil looked beautiful in everything she wore.

"What?" Sybil asked. She could tell he was holding something back…

He paused, wondering if he should say something. "I thought that maybe, if we were lucky enough to have a daughter someday, you would want to give her your wedding gown."

Sybil had told him the story of her mother's dress, how the week before her parents wedding, her uncle who was tasked to bring it to the house, had stopped at a club on his way there, and had gotten drunk and had ruined it. Heartbroken that they would have to push back their wedding until another dress could be made, her grandmother convinced her mother to try on her wedding dress. The dress looked more beautiful than the first one, and with a few quick fittings, her parents were able to marry on the original day as planned.

Sybil had told him how much she loved that story, and how when she was little she had planned to wear that gown to her own wedding.

After she ran away with Tom, it occurred to her a few weeks later that her childhood dream would never be, but one silly gown was an easy sacrifice compared to marrying the love of her life, so she put little thought into the dress she had chosen. She had decided that the day itself was more important than any gown she wore, but the idea of giving her own dress to a daughter of her own warmed her heart. How had she never thought of it?

Sybil shook her head before giving Tom a sly smile. "Sometimes, I swear, you know my mind better than I do!"

Tom chuckled, "I sometimes think the same thing with you and my heart."

Her smile softened.

Glancing about, Tom made sure no one was paying attention, and leaned in for a kiss.

Their lips were a whisper away when they heard a strange trumpet-sounding noise.

Jumping away, Tom swore under his breath.

Sybil grabbing his hand began, "What on earth-? OH!"

Crossing the adjacent road was a man leading an elephant up the road.

Tugging on Tom's hand, they moved closer to where the elephant was crossing. It looked much bigger than she expected one to be. "I can't believe it!"

Tom knew she had always wished to ride one. "Why don't you talk to the man? Who knows, maybe he will let you ride it for a bit?"

"You really think so?"

Tom shrugged his shoulders. "You won't know until you try."

Beaming, Sybil placed a chaste kiss on his cheek before heading towards the man.

Tom was watching her talk to the man, when something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Deciding that Sybil would need a few more minutes to make her case, Tom walked over to the stand that was selling a rather fine looking collection of wedding rings.

Kieran was relaxing on the deck of the ship with a good bottle rum when the Captain arrived back, but without his fiancée.

Kieran frowned. "Where's Milady?" He had gotten into the habit of calling her that after he had gone drinking with the engaged couple one night. It had humored him to no end how despite her daring and wit, there were moments where she could slip back into her learnings of how to act like a proper lady.

The Captain chuckled. "We ran into Gwen as we were walking, and the two of them decided to banish me back to the ship as they went dress shopping."

Kieran laughed. "And you let her?" He made a mental note to ask Miss Sybil first, the next time he wanted something from his Captain.

"Sybil's looking for her wedding dress. It's bad luck for me to see it before the big day. Besides," Tom smirked as he stood halfway inside the ship. "I have a few things I need to take care of before the big day."

Sybil sighed blissfully as Gwen undid the corset. "Have you ever seen anything so majestic as an elephant?"

Amused, Gwen helped her take off the fourth wedding gown she had tried on. "You clearly haven't smelled one."

Sybil rolled her eyes in good humor. "I wished I could have ridden it! But the man kept saying that unless I was willing to buy the elephant he could not allow me to ride it."

"At least you were able to see one up close."

Sybil redressed herself, nodding her head as she replied, "True."

Sybil and Gwen had been wedding dress shopping for two hours now. They had gone to two other shops. Looking at both traditional Western wedding gowns and Eastern wedding sarees, but nothing had captivated her eye yet. Looking through the last of the dresses in the shop, Sybil was prepared to try another.

"I think there's another wedding shop down the road," Gwen stated as she looked through the small window near the door.

Sybil nodded and sighed, "All right." At least she and Gwen were becoming better friends. She was walking towards the door when she saw another set of gowns poking out from behind the fitting rooms. "Let's look at these before we go." Gwen nodded.

Her hands carefully pulling out each gown, Sybil gasped as she looked at the one right at the middle.

Gwen gasped as well. "Oh that one's beautiful!"

Sybil couldn't agree more.

Gwen pushed her towards the fitting room. "Try it on, try it on!"

It only took a few minutes work to change into the gown. Unlike the others she had tried on today, she didn't need much help putting this one on.

Turning towards Gwen, the ginger smirked. "Tom won't know what hit him."