Author's Note: Well, here's chapter one! Enjoy! I will take suggestions into consideration, so let me know with a review what you're expecting to see in the story!

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P.S. - You have to read the first story in order to understand this one. This is a sequel to 'The intoxication of rum and Gin'.

"How about this dress?" Elizabeth drew out a box and fluttering out was crimson material. She held up the strong colour against me and narrowed her eyes, trying to imagine me in the red, elegant choice.

I sighed heavily and slipped it on. The silk wrapped around my shared delicate frame and my shoulders.

Elizabeth tilted her head, sitting on our bed trying to make a decision.

I turned to the mirror and all that stood out to me was not the dress, but a necklace.

"No, try on this light pink one."

The candle flickered restlessly as I slipped off the crimson and replaced it with the similar sister colour of rose.

Elizabeth has tied my curls high up into a ballerina bun so that it wouldn't get in the way of our decision making, "Gin, you're not enjoying this are you?"

I tore my eyes away from the reflection of the necklace and looked down at the floor, "I'm sorry, I'm just thinking of other things..."

"Jack, right?"

I angled my head towards the direction of our wooden carved mirror, roaming the elegant and flawless direction of meticulous details surrounding our images and stared this time at the dress, "I like this dress the most."

Elizabeth agreed and came up to me, wrapping her arms around me, touching the Sparrow, resting against my collarbones, lightly, "Yes. I want you to wear this one for the wedding in three days."

Wearing white was the duty of the bride.

I looked down at my pale rose dress; Elizabeth chose to don me with such a shade for I'm the maid of honour. I do agree it does suit my fair skin.

Inserting the last pin that held my curls together, let some of them frame my face. Looking in the mirror of the blacksmith shoppe, I wondered if Jack would - and I say this with a blush creeping up my cheeks - find me worth ravishing.

I turned towards Will, the groom, and smiled at the sight of him. I'm so proud that they're going to wed.

"Have you seen Elizabeth yet?" He asked, no doubt wondering what she looks like. He fidgeted with his cuffs.

"Yes, I have taken a glance, she sent me to keep an eye on you." I grinned deviously. I ran my finger along the chain that was weighing my neck with a memory; a reminder. The tracing of the silver continued until the Sparrow met my touch.

"D'you miss me?"

I clenched my eyes in yearning.

The pounding of hooves were drawing closer. Who could be riding in weather like this? I whipped and faced Will, who just finished completing his appearance.

The door burst open and there stood about twenty military men along with Lord Beckett with a two pairs of handcuffs.

Elizabeth came rushing up to us, "Gin! Will! Why is this happening?"

The cuffs cut into my skin, while I heard Will mention, "I don't know. You look beautiful."

"It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding."

Elizabeth wrapped my arms around me in comfort. She really did look exquisite. Elizabeth held my hands, looking down at the iron restraints keeping me trapped.

"Make way! Let me through! How dare you stand your men down at once! Gin!" Father's voice came through the crowd.

A man in front of us who had his back turned, removed his coat and turned to face my father, "Governor Whetherby Swann, it's been too long."

"Cutler Beckett?"

Beckett stated pompously, "It's 'Lord' now, actually."

"Lord or not, you have no authority and no reason to arrest my daughter and this man!" Father exclaimed stepping through the guards.

"In fact I do, Mr. Mercer," Beckett called his pet forward and held up a document, "The warrant for the arrest of one William Turner."

Father taking the paper in his hands, scrutinized it, muttering out in disbelief, "This warrant is for Elizabeth Swann."

"Oh is it? That's annoying, my mistake, arrest her."

My eyes widened in shock, my sister's hands slipping away, "No!"

She cried out, "On what charges?"

Beckett had multiple warrants and pulled out two, "Aha! Here is the one for Gin Swann and William Turner, and I have another one for a mister James Norrington, is he present?"

I furiously cried out, "What are the charges?"

"Commodore Norrington resigned his commission some months ago."

Beckett turned to face us and stated, "I don't think that was the answer to my question."

I snapped, "And I don't believe that was the answer to our question."

William spoke up, aiding me, "Lord Beckett, in the category of questions not answered..."

"...We're under the jurisdiction of the King's government of Port Royal, and you will tell us what we are charged with," Elizabeth finished talking with a harsh even level in her tone.

Father held the warrant and read out the charges listed on the document to us, "The charge is for conspiring to set free a man convicted of crimes against the Crown of Empor and condemned to death, for which the..."

A devious smirk from Beckett completed his sentence, "...For which the punishment, regrettably, is also death."

Walking up to me, Beckett mentioned, "Perhaps you remember a certain pirate named Jack Sparrow."

I spit out through gritted teeth, "Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow."

I felt Elizabeth's gaze on me.

"Yes, I thought you might."