This chapter is different. It chronicles the last month of Jack and Lizzie's engagement from Lizzie's point of view, in diary format. I'm not getting enough reviews to keep me happy people! Lol…no wedding yet mates…and I'm not gonna get detailed with the wedding night, so if you want dirty, go somewhere else. But don't worry; I won't make it too boring. I'm assuming it's exactly 30 days now 'til the wedding….so this is a long chapter.

Day one: Today I spent a lot of time in my cabin crying. I know what I chose for Willy was right, but it's so hard to leave him. Jack came to see me more times than I can count, holding me and comforting me. (And occasionally kissing me.) He knows how I feel I think. He had to leave Melody on land most of the time, and no doubt that hurt as much as this. It's so hard to give up a child. It's good to know that I can go see him anytime. I love Katrina and Brent as much as if they really were my relatives. When evening came, I went up to the deck and watched the sunset with Jack. I love the feeling of his arms around me, making me want him so bad it hurts. I also love knowing that he loves me enough to protect me from my own desires, enough to make me wait until our wedding night. I can't wait for that! I should go to bed, before I drive myself crazy thinking about him.

Day two: We're heading to Port Carson for supplies, and I know it will be hard on Jack, since that is where Melody lived and is buried. He pretends to be cheerful, but I know it hurts him. I see it in his eyes. Sometimes I wonder about Michelle. Does she know that the daughter she was paid to have died fifteen years ago? Is she sad, or would she be sad if she knew? Did she ever get married? Did she have children that she actually wanted? If so, do those children know that they weren't her only ones? I think she hurt Jack a great deal. Not because he loved her, because he didn't, but because she didn't want the innocent child created through their mistake. He loved Melody, and I think it hurt him that her mother didn't. I wonder if Will ever felt that way when I was expecting Willy and was so restless. Did he think I didn't love the baby? I hope he didn't die thinking I didn't love his baby. Jack is calling, so I'd best go.

Day three: Jack called me yesterday because he wanted to show me something. It was a picture of Melody, a portrait. I think he's wanted to show me ever since he first told me about her, but it hurt too much. She was a lovely little girl, though she didn't look much like Jack. He says she looked like her mother. If so, it's no wonder Jack wanted Michelle, because she must have been beautiful. Melody had golden hair and big blue eyes. She was frail looking; I can see why she succumbed so easily to illness. I told Jack she was beautiful, and I'm sure I saw tears in his eyes. How would it feel to lose Willy? It nearly makes me cry just to think about it. It is bedtime. I can't wait until the day comes when I can crawl into Jack's bed at night instead of this lonely cot.

Day four: We just docked in Port Carson. We will probably be out all night, since Jack promised to show me the Port Carson nightlife, but only because it is tamer than Tortuga. As if I couldn't take care of myself! So I'm writing a quick entry now since I won't have a chance later. Jack seems okay today. He said he's starting to feel better about Melody. He says I've helped him through it. He even said he'll show me her grave, since he goes there whenever he's here. Must go.

Day five: I've been tired all day, and I have a horrid headache. I got roaring drunk last night, and I can't remember a thing. Jack says I tried some twenty times to seduce him, and I can only hope he's joking. I do know that Jack always remembers everything, even when he gets horribly drunk, and he would not lie to me about anything serious, so I believe him when he says my honor is intact. (Though he did admit to stealing more than his fair share of kisses.) I am going to bed, and I hope to sleep of this headache.

Day six: The important thing that happened today was that we visited Melody's grave. Jack and I both cried a little. It's amazing how he is so comfortable around me that he can cry. Jack is tough; he hides his emotions beneath a barricade of cheerful foolishness. With me, he feels free to be real, and I'm infinitely glad for it. I'm happy that he can cry around me without feeling weak. Tears aren't weak; they are just an expression of emotion. Why is it that men consider tears a sign of weakness? If they are, then smiles, angry yelling, and kisses would all be weak as well; for they are also expressions of emotion. Time for bed.

Day seven: Jack and I fought today. It was silly, but we were really at each other's throats. It was such a simple argument at first. I was saying we should go east and take a Spanish galleon coming from Spain, but he thought we should go west and take one coming from Costa Rica. We ended up yelling at each other, and I think the crew was placing bets on whether or not we would duel! Actually, I was rather tempted to put my sword on him, but I didn't want to risk either of us really getting hurt, even though I was really angry. I finally stomped back to the cabin, and I'm pretty sure Jack shot Barbossa's monkey several times. (Barbossa left the monkey with Jack while he's gone to Tortuga for some unknown and probably nefarious reason.) I cried in my room for a while, but eventually Jack came and we both apologized. Then we started kissing and ended up having one of our "close calls" before we came to our senses and he left real quickly before we ended up doing anything regrettable. Now, I'm quite happy, and shall sleep well tonight, no doubt dreaming of chocolate brown eyes.

Day eight: Today was utterly boring. Jack and I, after out argument yesterday, decided that we shall go towards Costa Rica first, take at least one galleon, then head back out into the Atlantic, going towards Spain.

Day nine: Spotted a fine Spanish galleon today, sailing low as if burdened down by gold. Sounds like a perfect target. We will not be disguising ourselves this time, but rather shall put up Jack's flag and quite openly attack. Jack likes it when they know it's him, but they can't outrun him. He says it's funny to see how many of the sailors will be wetting themselves in terror by the time he catches up. They all know Jack's self-spread rumors of his ruthlessness. So when he catches up, they are always surprised to discover that he is merciful. It is rather amusing. We have taken several vessels before this, since I joined the crew. I am glad Jack never takes a life it is not necessary. I need to go on deck now.

Day ten: In twenty days, I shall be Jack's wife! It is hard to believe, but delightful! I am kept constantly busy by various duties on deck, kissing Jack, and preparing for the wedding. And the wedding night. I found the most improper little lace garment in Port Carson and bought it behind Jack's back. Shame on me! But it will be our wedding night, so I think it's alright. Sometimes I wish I had had a mother throughout my growing-up years. Perhaps she could have explained things like physical love to me, instead of me finding it out through vulgar hearsay. My wedding night with Will is something I do not like to remember, even though before out first "wedding", the one where we got arrested, I wanted him. Then I fell in love with Jack. Most of what I remember of my first wedding night is pain: both of body and heart. I remember hearing Jack crashing around in his cabin, angry because he knew I was giving myself to Will even though I loved him. It is a bad memory, and I shall stop dwelling on it. I should go check on the galleon's progress now.

Day eleven: We took the galleon today. The captain was a young man who showed absolutely no fear, but calming gave over his treasure. He had his young wife with him, and she was strong and beautiful. I heartily respect them both. Jack did too; he let the captain and his wife and even the sailors keep all their personal belongings, even though the woman's jewelry was worth quite a lot. He just took the treasure that belonged to Spain, which the captain was hired to transport. I was very happy that he was so kind, and ended up rewarding him more than he deserved with kisses. Tsk, tsk.

Day twelve: I feel extremely irritable, which means my monthly is coming on. I miss being pregnant, because it is rather hard to keep such things private when you are one of two women on a pirate ship. Being pregnant meant no monthly. I shall have to make sure Jack keeps me pregnant most of the time. I dare say he will enjoy that task. Seriously, I am very glad that Jack is open to having, and keeping, a few children. I left Willy on land because Will would have wanted that. However, the children Jack and I have will stay with us. They will be pirates.

Day thirteen: Jack hurt my overly sensitive feelings today. He made some coarse joke about what a mess my hair is, since I've been standing in the salty wind all the time, and even though I would usually have laughed, I started crying! Poor Jack was infinitely confused. I sulked in my room for a while, then he came down, and asked if it was that time of month. I told him to mind his own business, but he hugged me, and I just started sobbing for no good reason. Jack is good at comforting. He just held me until I stopped crying, then said he'd go easy on the jokes for a couple of days. He kissed me, and then he left. I slept for a bit, then woke up feeling much better. I think I'll probably toss and turn all night, though, since I had a nap.

Day fourteen: I wish this month would hurry up! I want to be Jack's wife! My monthly started today, but aside from some mild cramping, I feel okay.

Day fifteen: We docked in Costa Rica today, and spent a bit of the gold we got from the Spanish galleon. I bought a pretty dress, because it's nice to have a few set aside for special occasions. I already have a wedding dress. It was my mother's, and it's absolutely beautiful. I don't know why Father didn't give it to me for my wedding to Will. He gave it to me on his deathbed, as if he knew I would be married again. I kept it hidden from Will so as not to hurt his feelings. Now, I will wear it to marry the man I truly love, just like my mother did. I can't wait for the wedding!

Day sixteen: Today was boring. Oh, one exciting, or at least interesting, thing did happen today. A large woman who looked slightly drunk came running up to Gibbs and insisted he had married her last time he was there! He said he hadn't. She said they were married at a bar called "The Rumrunner's Lair", and the ceremony was conducted by none other than the bartender! Either she was drunk and imagined it, or they were both drunk when it happened and it holds no legal obligation. It was rather amusing though! Jack gave her a few coins and told her to run along. I think that was all she wanted, because she ran off. She'll probably go get a few coins from some other poor sailor who "married" her.

Day seventeen: Jack spent most of the day in his cabin, and I was worried about him. Finally, I went to check on him, and discovered that the invincible Captain Jack Sparrow has fallen victim to a bad head cold. He has a bit of a fever, and his nose is plugged up, which makes him even more hilarious than usual, because when he talks all his words are plugged sounding. He'll be fine in a couple of days, though I bet he'll pretend to be sick for longer than that, because he wants me to keep mothering him. I may have to punish him for being such a naughty boy.

Day eighteen: I am not going to write much today. It has been an alright day. Jack is still snuffling, but my monthly has ended, being mercifully short. I am going to make Jack soup, and since I am not much of a cook, it will probably kill him.

Day nineteen: Jack's fever is gone, and I make him walk around, even though he whines about it. He seemed to miraculously recover a good amount of health when I said I couldn't kiss a sick man.

Day twenty: Only ten more days! Ten more days until my dreams come true. If any cursed pirates or British politicians try to ruin this, I shall take them all on single handedly. I shall tie them all up by their toes, then leave them wherever I happen to be!

Day twenty-one: My entries shall get shorter as my distraction grows. Jack and I are almost avoiding each other, because if we are together too much, we are afraid we will do something stupid. All I think about is the wedding!

Day twenty-two: This is horrid! Waiting, waiting, waiting! I think I shall not write for a few days, as I have nothing to write about except my excitement.

Day twenty-seven: Today a was standing on the rail, looking out towards the horizon. Jack came up quietly behind me and yelled. I fell right into the ocean! I do believe he did it on purpose, just so he could be the daring rescuer! He "saved" me, though I was quite capable of getting up myself, and then made a big deal of announcing I was half-drowned and would need mouth-to-mouth. Of course, that duty fell to him. I must say, if I had been dead, his version of resuscitation would certainly revive me!

Day twenty-eight: Today, I knocked Jack off the ship in retaliation for yesterday. I did NOT rescue him, and I did Not offer mouth-to-mouth. I hope he learned his lesson. Two more days!

Day twenty-nine: I've never been so excited in my life! On the day after tomorrow, I will be Elizabeth Swan Turner Sparrow! Quite a name! I love Jack so much it hurts!

Day thirty: Tomorrow! It's hard to believe that at this time tomorrow night I will be in Jack's bed. I will be his wife! I shall not sleep at all tonight, so I hope my eyes are not too baggy tomorrow!