January 11th 1775: The young woman grinned as she pressed her quill down, finishing the last dot she would have the misfortune to write on said page. "There we are..." she said quietly scanning the letter over reading the straight to the point and very informative piece of manipulation,

Dear Willam Turner,

I, Elizabeth Marie Swann, am writing to inform you of the most recent engagement of myself and a one Captain Johnathn (Jack) Grant Sparrow. It was through a most fortuitous set of events that were set in motion the moment that you most abruptly left our crew. No matter in that way though we do miss you dearly henceforth, I and Jack would be most delighted if you could join us in the wedding ceremony that is to take place on June the 9th of this year.

It is planned to be a most splendid occasion to be hosted on an island of our choice that shall be mailed to you on immediately upon arrival of your answer. I truly hope you are faring well, I know I certainly am.

Your Friend,

Elizabeth Marie Swann

She grinned in spite of herself and stood heading towards her door, proudly reaching for the door handle, but alas, she was most ungracefully shoved to the floor as the door swung in on her.

Jack's figure came in view standing in the door frame a grin hanging on his lips, "Well then, I guess you haven't figured me out then," he said looking down at the pained form of Elizabeth.

"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked rubbing her temple and sitting up a bit "You should have known by now not to linger by said doorway, if I have not yet come to visit yourself," he said in his drunken slur, "For you know I shall come one day or another, and you should open the door immediately in lieu of before mentioned lingering," he said leaning down to her level.

She sighed, "Well then Jack I suppose I don't know my newly incarnated fiance very well then," she said waving a piece of paper in front of his eyes.

He grabbed it and immediately held it up to eye level with a mischievous grin, "Well then my luv it shall be done, on June the ninth, unless possibly one blacksmith comes and... well," he looked over the letter again and grabbed himself another paper from the beautiful stationary he had bought for Lizzie and a pen dripping with ink.

He leaned in close and began writing in his most beautiful writing he could muster. "Ol' Jack wans to say hello as well," he said not folding both letter in the same curve and grabbing an envelope ready to mail them off at the present time.

"Now you are going to start planning, we shall pull into your port of choice, and get all the stuff you might happen to need," he began walking away only to turn back yet again,

"Oh! Yes, don't forget the lovely Miss Rose who has been... umm... elected to help the lovely bride of the lovely wedding.. with you in it, and I..." he said pushing the timid young girl into the room. She looked as if she was about to cry but as the door was shut and Elizabeth made a move towards her she got an evil look on her face,

"If you dare touch me," she hissed. Elizabeth stood back, "Oh really and what can you do to me eh? I'm trying to help you anyway, I'm sure the crew didn't give such a likely answer." Rose sighed, "I don't mind the crew they were fairly welcoming in fact.. I mind you." she said with a grimace.

"Oh, and why is that?" Rose shook her head, "You had Will..." she said quietly. Elizabeth raised an eyebrow and answered, "I had.. what... Excuse me?" she said loudly. "You had bloody Will! You had him wrapped around your ungrateful slimey, little finger, and you broke his heart... FOR THAT!!!" she cried to the man who she was almost posotive was listening at the door.

"Excuse me Miss..." she stared, "It's not Miss..." Elizabeth sighed impatinetly, "Well then Mrs... What your last name anyway?"

Rose flashed her a mishevious grin and opened her mouth to add to the many complications of the plan Jack had so wonderfully planned, "The last names Turer..." she said as she walked off in the direction of the door.

A/N: Mkay, I did NOT plan to end up writing that 0.0 C'est La Vie, I shall cope. Anywhom, hope ya'll like it!

Oh and if you read it, please review I don't care if you think it's the worst story you have ever had the misfourtune to read, please.. just do it . Thankies .

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