It was the night before the wedding day and tomorrow everyone in town would probably attend her wedding. There was her father, James, the townsfolk, the soldiers, everyone…not to mention Will. The only person that was expected at the wedding, that wouldn't attend, was Elizabeth.
She had been writing a letter, though she wouldn't give it to Will, she imagined her father would find it and tell him the bad news so she didn't have to. At least she wouldn't have to see his pain or look at him when she told him that she no longer had the feelings she once did for him. Poor Will, he'd suffer through tomorrow and be miserable for quite a while, wouldn't he?
Elizabeth had also been planning when to break Jack out of jail, and that was tomorrow, during the wedding when everyone was there…waiting for her to arrive. But where would she be? Freeing a pirate from his cell and then running off with him.
While opening the doors to her closet, Elizabeth pulled out her wedding dress and slipped out of her clothes, then pulled the dress on. She straightened out the wrinkles and fixed her hair, staring at herself in the mirror and forcing a smile. Tears filled her eyes, knowing she was about to make William Turner's world completely fall apart wasn't the most comforting. So she wanted to make sure this was what she really wanted.
"Hi. My name is Elizabeth Turner, I'm very pleased to have met you." She choked out, a tear rolling down her face. She didn't want to stay here and have kids, she wanted adventure, she wanted freedom! Elizabeth Turner just didn't sound right to her.
"Hello, my name is Elizabeth Sparrow." She said, and a smile slid across her lips immediately after doing so. She loved how that sounded, but she also knew that Jack was never the type to settle down and get married. She was just fantasizing what she wanted and wasn't sure that she'd ever be able to actually obtain it. Carefully she slid out of her wedding dress, and lied it gently back in it's box. Tomorrow was going to be terrible.
"Elizabeth! Come downstairs!" Weatherby shouted, standing at the bottom of the staircase.
Elizabeth slowly walked down the stairs that had led to her room, and in to the dining room. There was a large table with tons of food on it, the maids were running around and preparing everything until it was perfect. There was some candles lit and set on the table and her father was sitting at the end of the table with a huge grin on his face. "Elizabeth, we're celebrating for tomorrow! Oh, aren't you excited? I simply can't wait!" he said cheerfully, then motioned for her to sit down.
Elizabeth forced a smile and laughed innocently, "Yes, Will is a good man." She said, sitting down in the chair beside her father's. She kept her eyes on her food and only put small forkfuls of it in her mouth at a time. It was hard to sit there and lie to her father's face about marrying Will tomorrow, she had made up her mind though. There was no changing it now.
"So Elizabeth, does your wedding dress fit? I mean…I remember last time when you wore one of those corsets." He said with a shiver. "You fell in to the ocean, but that nasty pirate saved you…oh what was his name again?"
"Jack Sparrow." She said in a sort of whisper, the corners of her mouth lifted up in to a smile but she still didn't look up to meet her father's gaze.
"Oh yes, Jack Sparrow. How could I forget?" he took a sip of water and then carefully set the glass back down, looking at Elizabeth for a brief moment. "Elizabeth are you…are you smiling?" he asked, wondering why she'd be smiling over Jack Sparrow.
Elizabeth immediately changed the look on her face, and she glanced up at her father and shook her head. "No. Of course not!" she said in a pretending disgusted tone. "Actually, I'm tired. It's getting late and I'm going to need rest for tomorrow morning. Thanks for the delicious dinner, father." She said and kissed him on his cheek before heading up the stairs and in to her room again.
With a heavy sigh she collapsed on to her bed, how could she be so cruel to Will? Was she really going to leave him? Yes, she was. She had to. Elizabeth wanted freedom, she wanted Jack. She didn't want to stay in Port Royale for her whole life, have a few kids and raise them with Will, then die before doing anything…exciting. Those thoughts raced through her mind as she slowly drifted to sleep, not really looking forward to the day to come.
It was the day of the wedding. Rain drizzled outside, though no one seemed to care. They were all too excited for the wedding. Elizabeth sat on her stool in front of the mirror, the maids were helping her tie the back of her wedding dress. She sat there with a dull expression on her face, just waiting to be alone so she could run off. Tears filled her eyes, and she bit her lip. One of the maids noticed and she placed her hand on Elizabeth' shoulder.
"Are you alright, miss?" she asked quietly.
"Yes, I'm fine…I'm just so excited that I'm finally getting married." Elizabeth lied through her teeth. "I'm actually sort of nervous." She whispered.
"Don't worry, you'll do fine." The maid said with a bright smile. "Oh, excuse me for a second. I've forgot your veil downstairs, I'll be right back." She said, and then scurried off to fetch it.
Elizabeth didn't wait, she pulled out the letter from her drawer and set it on the desk. Then ran downstairs, towards the door and slid outside without anyone notice. She could hear the maid's voice from the kitchen, and then footsteps probably heading back up the stairs. "I've found it!" she cried out.
Elizabeth held back tears as she picked up the bottom of her wedding dress, and kept running towards the jail. There was no one on the streets, because all of them were attending her wedding, and waiting for the bride to arrive. She wondered what they'd all think, when they saw the groom there standing alone, and the bride never to arrive.
At the wedding, people were sitting in rows upon rows and listening to the soft music that played. They were dressed in fancy clothes, all of them looking their best, especially Will. He stood at the end of the isle, in a tuxedo and looking as handsome as ever. There was a smile etched on to his face that seemed like it would never leave, he was just so happy to finally being able to call Elizabeth his wife. This was absolutely the best day of his life.
Hours started to pass, and the rain came down harder. A couple people started to get up and leave, but most of them stayed. Will wouldn't let this day be ruined, he figured Elizabeth was just having some girl problem with her dress or makeup, something like that.
But when Weatherby approached him, he smiled over at him. "Any idea where Elizabeth is?" Will asked him.
"Well, she's not at home." Weatherby said softly, and the people attending the wedding started to mumble back and forth about what was going on. "There…was a note." He said, shrugging his shoulders and then biting his lip.
"What did it say?" Will asked, his hands trembling, half from being nervous and half from being soaked to the bone by the pounding rain.
"Well, basically it indicated that Elizabeth isn't showing up today." Governor Swann said with a bit of a pained look on his face.
"So, it was a bad note, I take it?" Will asked, and pain reflected in his eyes.
Weatherby grimaced, "I'm so sorry Will." He whispered, then turned and made an announcement to all of their guests, who looked sad and had pity for Will. They started to stand up and head home to get out of the rain. Even Weatherby did after trying to talk to Will about it but not helping at all.
When everyone was gone, Will dropped to his knees, covering his face with his hands and sobbing. He was heartbroken, destroyed, hurt for good. How could Elizabeth do this to him. He looked up at the flowers, the food they had prepared sitting on the table, and the wedding cake. He slowly rose to his feet and walked towards it, pulling the little bride off of the cake and staring down at it in his hands. He was so cold and shivering and how his insides ached like no pain he had ever felt before. He felt like weeping and dying, like this pain was so heavy that it would never leave him alone. He grasped the bride tighter in his hand and then threw it angrily.
Will fell in to a heap on the ground, sobbing and wishing this was all just a dream. Wishing that Elizabeth had showed up and didn't leave him. Wishing that the pain he felt would dull at least a little. But Will was a giant mess, his heart had been shattered. He didn't deserve this.
The jail was empty, all of the soldiers were gone, and the only person in there was Jack. And he was dozing off with his hat covering his eyes.
"Jack! Wake up, it's me, Elizabeth. I'm going to get you out of here." She said.
Jack groaned and turned over on to his side, he pulled his hat off of his eyes and looked at her. Instantly he said up and frowned, "Why are ye' wearing that dress, love?" he asked. "Are ye' married to William now?" he asked curiously.
"No. Today was our wedding but I didn't show up." She said sadly, looking away and unable to keep eye contact with him.
"Oh, and why is that?" Jack asked, grinning slightly as he stood up and made his way towards the bars where Elizabeth was.
"Well, I uh-…wanted to go with you." She said quietly, glancing up at him only to see his sly smirk. "If that's alright." She said, shrugging. "If not I can just leave you in here and go marry Will..." she said, turning to leave. It was really just a trick to see if Jack really cared or not, she wasn't actually going to go back and marry Will.
"No, wait!" Jack shouted then he bit his lip and growled at himself. "Ye' can come." He said, and then motioned to the bars. "Now get me out of here, love." He said chuckling and leaning against the wall.
Elizabeth grabbed a set of keys and fit each one in to the hole until the door unlocked. She pulled the door open and motioned for Jack to lead the way.
"Thanks darling." He said, grabbing her by the wrists and slowly backing her up towards the wall to press her back firmly against it. He got closer to her, so his lips were just an inch from her own. "Any other reason you came to get me out of here than just to sail on the Pearl?" he asked, raising one of his eyebrows.
Elizabeth's breath had been snatched away from her and her chest moved in and out quickly now. "Well I-…" she didn't know what to say. Admit coming here for him because she was in love with him? Not now. "I'll tell you later, let's just get out of here before someone sees us." She whispered.
Jack nodded and grabbed her hand, "Alright, hurry up 'Lizabeth." He said, chuckling and racing up the stairs. He had been watching the wood beneath his feet when he bumped in to a rather soaked, cold figure standing at the top of the stairs.
Elizabeth gasped, bringing her hand up to her mouth and shuddering. "Will."
