Chapter 9- Angels and Demons
Disclaimer- Really, start to think this over, if I friggen' owned Pirates of the Caribbean why the hell would I be writing on fan-fiction. I don't want to be rude, but well… yeah, before you tell me I am a plagiarist consider that you nit wit.
Pairings- Undecided
Warning- Contains spoilers, gore, angst.
Summary- With a soul as un tamed as the ocean. William Turner must put aside the differences between Elizabeth, Jack and Himself to save both the world of the mortals, and the world of the damned, a prophecy has been presented to him, and a destiny has been thrust his way.
William Turner was growing tired; his body was sore and he had no more hope of making it back to the Caribbean. His legs grew weary beneath him and he couldn't support his own weight, and came crashing to the cold, hard ground beneath him.
A cough erupted in his lungs and he was hacking out something from his lungs, but failed in clearing them. He coughed into his hand and noticed there was blood collecting in the palm of his hand. He rolled over onto his back groaning, he was giving up completely. There wouldn't be a single way that he could get back to the Caribbean if he was in this state of health and well being.
Noticing that there was not a soul within miles of him, he allowed his pride to break and tears slid out of his cinnamon eyes. He stifled a sob, but failed to stop the next. A soft sob escaped his lips, as the image of Elizabeth going on with her life without him began to haunt him.
What if she gave in and stayed with Jack? As Mrs. Sparrow, or just courted him until her death?
With his pride broken and fallen, he sobbed uncontrollably, although he had desperately wished he wasn't crying like a little child, he couldn't stop the flow of tears. As a child, after his mother's death, he vowed to never let himself cry again.
But he had failed in the recent weeks, he had cried twice, his pride was destroyed, and he was emotionally inflicted. His heart was beating loud in his ears, and he could feel the beat in his head. He lay there, in the middle of no where, with not a single soul living within miles of him, crying.
"Captain Jacobs," Jack addressed the man with his back turned to him. "Would you mind explaining to me when we are going to reach port, because I need to find a way to get me ship back."
"Well, Mister Sparrow, I can not give you a sure answer. But I can assure you that we will be making port within the month." Captain Jacobs replied, his muscles stiffening.
"Aye," Jack replied dully. "Let's get to a near port as soon as possible, savvy?"
"You are not the captain of this here vessel, so you shall not give me a command of when we shall and will make port!" Captain Jacobs growled curtly. "Savvy?"
Jack looked at him with an eyebrow raised and shook his head and threw out a laugh. "Got it," he mumbled. "Oh and, don't say savvy, you just can't say it right."
Captain Jacobs watched as Captain Jack Sparrow walked away until he was no longer in sight. He turned curtly and walked into his cabin, pulling out his survival knife as he came near his desk. He dug the knife into the wood and wiggled it around.
"Soon I shall have the same done to the three of you monsters," He whispered with his eyes gleaming with a demonic glow.
Elizabeth Nicole Swann paced around the bow of the ship, nearly tearing her hair out in frustration. What had become of her life? She had once been the carefree spontaneous governor's daughter, and now what had she become? The ruthless dirty pirate?
No, Elizabeth Swann would never become a pirate. She had become a stranger to even herself, she had been unfaithful to her betrothed, she had left her home possibly for good, she had betrayed and killed—murdered. Elizabeth Swann was a murder.
Her face twisted in anger, regret, pain, misery, disappointment and worry, she stopped and turned to the open sea. "What have I done?" She whispered, barely audible even to herself. She looked out across the vast horizon, but of course she received nothing of an answer. Had god abandoned her?
Her whole life, since she was just a babe, she had been taught and acknowledged that god, the man that had birthed the beings of the earth. The same man that had fathered the world in which she lived in. Would watch every single one of his children, but a select few he had abandoned, neglected.
Had she become one of the few neglected children of god? Tears clouded her vision as she realized what a muck of a life she was now living.
She wiped furiously as the tears slid down and created little rivers on her skin. She hurt as the emotional weakness was beginning to take her over, carving into her soul as she realized she was one of the few children god had abandoned. She whispered sweet nothings to herself and in the end gave no comfort to herself with them. Her mind was broken and her heart was tearing her insides apart.
Will was gone, he might never be back, and she may never see him again. She knew nothing of what had become of her father for months, not since she had left Port Royal in search of the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow and in search of her beloved William Turner.
Her father may have been imprisoned for attempting to help free a prisoner with charges against the king, he may have been stripped of his powers, rights and position as governor of Port Royal, Jamaica, and he may have even been killed.
She shuddered at the thought, no; her father must not have been killed. He had committed no crime against the king, and yet, neither did she nor Will commit a crime against the king.
The thought poisoned her mind, and the realization that she had never been granted the reason for her and Will's arrest had begun to plague her. She gave a deep sigh and ran a hand through her hair curtly, brushing the sandy blonde hair away from her sun kissed face.
Tears fell from her chocolate eyes and she had given up stopping them. She had no pride to have protected.
"Elizabeth?" A voice came with a soft, question whisper and a tender hand on her shoulder. She turned her head to see who was there and saw that the captain's indentured servant stood behind her, with a concerned and questioned look.
"I didn't know that you were there Isolde." Elizabeth explained. "If I had known I surely would have said something to you, I'm terribly sorry if you have been waiting for me to notice you?"
"Oh no Miss, I just came to see if you were al right. I saw that you were crying, and I just wanted to make sure that everything was alright." Isolde explained with a gentle smile. "Is there something the matter? You look awful upset."
Elizabeth gave a weak smile and a small nod. "I may not be perfectly fine, but I guess that I'm not doing as bad as some other people."
"If you don't mind, would you like me to stay and listen to you? I'm a great listener you know, you can talk to me." Isolde promised. "You can say anything that is bothering you, and I'll try to make you feel better."
Elizabeth gave a short nod and a second weak smile. "I don't know Isolde; it's just, have you ever felt as if god has abandoned you?"
"Well, not exactly have I felt like he has abandoned me. But I have felt like I was abandoned before, many times to be honest." Isolde offered with a warm smile.
Elizabeth gave a shy nod, and her eyes coated over with a distant glaze. "God has abandoned me, I believe." She mumbled.
"What brought you to that conclusion?" The elder woman inquired, "What hardships have you dealt that makes you think for even the slightest moment that god has abandoned you?"
Elizabeth turned her shoulder to the woman, and sighed deeply, her eyes shutting for a brief second.
"Day after day, I watch as my life falls further to the pits of hell. On my wedding day, I was nearly abandoned, because my groom, Will, had been arrested just half an hour or so before the ceremony.
"As he was led in irons and shackles to the ceremony, I raced up to him, and irons were clamped upon my wrists as well. We never heard on what charges were we arrested, but Lord Cutler Beckett had seemed the weave his way into getting Will to venture off to find Jack Sparrow.
"My father not wanting to risk me hanging, had arranged for my return to London, but the captain of the ship I was supposed to escape on had been killed. I escaped from Port Royal and found Jack Sparrow looking for a hundred new crewmen in Tortuga, I sailed with him.
"Soon after whilst looking for the heart of Davy Jones on the Ilsa Cruises, William and I were reunited, but Davy Jones' men had attacked and we were sent fleeing back to the Black Pearl, Jack's ship, Davy Jones had attacked our ship, and there was were I sent Jack Sparrow to his death.
"After the death of Captain Jack Sparrow everything else went to hell, Will hated me, our crew was planning a mutiny, err our captain was planning to maroon Will and I on an island. All the while, Will and I made our escape, and we were separated, then you found me, somehow Jack Sparrow once again found his way into my life, and I received news of Will's death, and then, I received news that he may not be dead after all.
But he may indeed be the one thing I may fear most in this world, and he may end up cause the pain that I can not take."
Isolde blinked for a moment and sighed, thinking of what she could say to comfort the girl, "Well, it seems that you do have quite a lot on your mind" she mustered. "But do not think for another moment that god has abandoned you, for he has not, you do not face as much of the pain that others do. Quite frankly, you live a privileged life"
Silently, Elizabeth cursed the woman standing in front of her. Hell, what would she know; she's been a servant for the most part of her life. She doesn't know what its like to love and to be abandoned.
"But you can't say that I haven't faced hardships." Elizabeth barked.
"I never said that you didn't face hardships, I simply said—"
"You implied that I was privileged and didn't know pain, Isolde." Elizabeth said curtly.
Isolde sighed deep, rolled her eyes and looked at Elizabeth. "I don't even wish to speak with you; you must be hard headed of some sort, because you have completely miss-interpreted what I have said. Good day, miss."
Elizabeth's jaw nearly dropped, she hadn't known the older woman to ever get so, angry, before. She pondered for a moment trying to find a reason for her sudden rage.
William Turner in no case was a man that would give up easily. He had dragged himself body soul and mind, through hell and was now attempting to find his way home. Worn down, bleeding and dying there was nothing left he could have done. His arm had begun to rash and an infection was spreading through his arm, the pain was growing to be more un bearable as each moment passed. He looked at it and cringed, it was black and blue at its core and as the infection spread out it was red, pink, black, brown, blue every color possible.
He got to his knees and wiped the tears that had been shed and continued trying on his journey. Weakening by the lack of nourishment; the lack of everything. His mind was battered and broken; his sight seemed to have black spots and blind spots. The only thing he had to do now was to carry on.
To his relief, a small figure had grown in the horizon, and from a slow pace it began to quicken. He opened his mouth to say something, but found that words wouldn't escape from his trapped lips. The black spots in his vision grew until the black was all he could see. He could feel himself breaking into a sweat, his mind began to spin and he fell into cold hands, and the last thing he remembered was Tia Dalma.
"We've made port!" Jack Sparrow came running from the bow to Elizabeth Swann's quarters.
"Where?" Elizabeth asked jumping frantically up to the pirate.
"Does that matter? We're near Tortuga I'm sure of that. If we can get to Tortuga, we can find a ship!" Jack whispered in excitement.
Elizabeth pulled out Jack's compass from her coat pocket, "We can use this to find Will?" Jack gave her no response. "Right? You said that the compass points to what your heart wants most?"
Jack nodded quietly, "ah! You stole it!"
Elizabeth cocked an eyebrow, "Actually you gave it to me with no time limit to return so, I actually did not steal this compass, in fact, since you gave it to me, the compass is mine."
Jack rolled his eyes, "what ever floats your boat, luv. I can always get one from dear Tia."
Elizabeth nodded, "We have to get off of this ship, any plans genius?"
Jack drummed the tips of his fingers along his chin and raised a finger to the heavens and opened his mouth quickly, as quick as the thought came it left, he presumed drumming his fingers along his chin and suddenly, he spoke. "Did Captain Jacobs ever really say that we couldn't leave?"
Elizabeth mulled over the thought, "No, I suppose he hadn't, but we've got to leave un detected, I've got an odd feeling about both him and Isolde, and I'd rather they didn't know when we left, or where we headed off."
Jack nodded and agreed, "Okay, Liz, I've got the perfect plan…"
Elizabeth leaned in to listen, and waited impatiently as Jack began to go over his plan.
"First of all, you and I will have to wait until we are docked, then, we'll wait until night fall. After nightfall you will go out through your cabin window, like you did on the dauntless, but this time, your going to have to wait for me at the end of the dock, but make sure that you stay hidden, savvy?"
Elizabeth nodded, "Oh and don't call me Liz ever again." she mumbled. Jack nodded, and began to leave. "But Jack," she called out. "What will you do?"
"Just leave that to me, Elizabeth." Jack said walking out of the little room, closing the door tightly behind him.
The wait to nightfall was approximately 2 hours, Elizabeth began to gather bed sheets and other items to make a rope so that she could climb out of the window safely as she had done before.
After two hours passed, and the cover of night had befallen the world, Elizabeth proceeded the 'plan' and began to climb out of the window. She felt the make shift rope she had made start to drop, fast; she panicked and tried to climb down faster, avoiding a fall into the icy black water beneath her. She looked up at the window and realized, the rope was at the end of its line. She did the only thing she thought that she could of, took a deep breath, prepared herself for the chilly water to come, and jumped.
She screamed in her mind once submerged into the water, it was frozen against her skin. She bobbed up from the water and shrieked, there was no way that she could find her way on the dock, and it was virtually impossible that she could swim to shore, seeing that she was practically invisible in the dark waters at night. So she waited, praying that Jack would come around to the end of the dock any minute, begging the lord that he would hear her, begging that he would see her.
"Elizabeth?"
The voice came in a quiet curt whisper, she swam towards the dock. "Jack, Jack is that you?"
"Aye, where are you?" He asked, obviously confused.
"In the water, Jack, help I can't get up, it's freezing!" Elizabeth shrieked, she raised a hand out of the water, praying that his would grab onto it.
"Ah, there you are!" Jack grabbed her hand and began to pull her up, her other hand wrapped around his arm and she tried to help him in any way possible. Once out of the water, and dangling over the water she wiggled onto the dock. She ran into the comforting and warming arms of Captain Jack Sparrow. Sobs lined her gasps, purely cold she clung to her captain.
"See," He said devilishly. "I told you you'd warm up to me." He chuckled and picked her up.
"All I am is freezing cold, Jack." Elizabeth replied curtly, burying her head in his shoulder. She hadn't noticed but he had cloaked himself with a black hood and coat. "You should know already, but I love Will, I'm sorry."
"It's alright love, but you owe me for this, I could've let you drown there you know, you definitely owe me." Jack replied.
"Alright Jack, I owe you." Elizabeth whispered, "Just please for now, hold me, I'm cold."
Jack did as he was asked and he carried the girl into the town, he asked about any ships that he could possibly commandeer or 'borrow'. One man came up to him with a stern look across his face.
"So's I hear that you need a ship." The man growled.
"Aye, I do." Jack replied standing up.
"I've got a lil ship that you coul' use." The man replied.
"How big is the ship, and what do you want for it?" Jack asked, pulling out a little pouch filled with gold coins.
"She's bigger than a sail boat I reckon," The man said. "Could hold up to fifteen men on her."
Jack nodded, "good enough size, how much do you want for her?"
"How much you got in the pouch?" He asked.
"15 shilling." Jack snickered, showing off a golden tooth.
"You can 'ave her for that amount, I don't sail her anymore. She's docked at the farthest left dock. She's named Midnight Serenade." The man replied.
"What's yer name?" Jack asked.
"Tristan Averagon." The man replied, "Who's the girl?"
"That you have no need to know, is your ship stocked with proper necessities and rum?" Elizabeth piped in.
"Aye she is, I would've given you her fer free 'cept I just had her stocked full." Tristen replied.
"Alright than," Jack said. "Here's your money and we'll be leaving now thank you."
Jack pulled Elizabeth away from the man in a hurry, allowed all of them proper goodbyes and ran for the ship, pulling Elizabeth along with him.
"Jack, why are we running?" Elizabeth asked.
"Cause the man is bound to find out that that pouch was filled with rocks, not shilling." Jack replied.
Elizabeth nodded and upon reaching the Midnight Serenade she looked over it. The ship was a good size actually, a little smaller than Captain Jacobs' ship, but much more kept up and clean. Jack untied the ship and started to sail her out of the dock once they boarded.
"What's our heading?" Jack asked.
Elizabeth flipped open the compass and took a long look at it, she frowned when it pointed to her left, just a little bit over her shoulder and pointed to Jack. What was it that she wanted that he had? Then she focused on Will, and her heart began to beat a little un even, "It says to go south east." Elizabeth said,
"Alright then, we'll check our heading every hour or so." Jack sighed turning the wheel into perfect position and tying it in place. "She's a beautiful ship, almost like the Pearl."
"Yes, she is beautiful." Elizabeth agreed, turning to face him.
"You are beautiful too, Elizabeth." Jack said, longing for her touch.
"Jack, we've been through this." Elizabeth whispered. "I'm sorry."
He nodded and gave up, he could never have her and realizing was the hardest thing that Captain Jack Sparrow had ever done. "What's the heading?"
"North east still." Elizabeth replied. She walked quietly to the front of the ship and sat with the wind blowing her hair and breathed in the salt air. For a moment she could feel Will's breath hot on her neck, but once she turned around, she noticed that she was alone.
"Da boy is very ill," Tia Dalma stated. "For some time I thou't dat 'e would'n make it through the nigh' even. Bu' 'e's a stong one that boy."
Elizabeth Swann nodded, "How did he get this way?"
"Dat, I am un sure abou' 'e 'asn't woken since I saw 'im walking. 'E jus' collapsed in my arms. An' I saw dis," Tia lifted the sleeve of his shirt and revealed the infection. "I put some o' my medicin' on it, made 'im arm a lil' betta' but only 'e knows wha' 'appened to 'im."
Elizabeth cringed; she looked at him he looked for frail. So weak, she cried internally wishing that she could take away his pain, but she knew that she couldn't take all of it away. "Do you think he'll make it?"
"Only time can tell," Jack whispered responding for time.
"When 'e wakes up, den I can tell ye' if he will make it." Tia responded. "If 'e 'as da will ta' live, den he will."
Elizabeth nodded and turned away from Tia and walked closer to Will, she laid a hand on his forehead and nearly took it away feeling the heat emanating from him. "Has his fever gone down?"
"Oh yes, 'is feva' was much 'igher when I find 'im. Da infection got betta too." Tia assured her, "Wit'in a few weeks, 'is arm will be healed."
Elizabeth nodded and looked at him again, she felt Jack's eyes watching her as well as Tia Dalma's. She looked at Will and noticed his hand moved at the touch of hers, she looked at his face and saw that his eyes were opening. "Is he waking up?"
"I think so," Jack responded.
Tia simply nodded and Elizabeth looked over to Will and grabbed his hand, his chocolate eyes opened, coated with pain he looked around. His eyes rested on Elizabeth, "Elizabeth…?" He asked.
"Yes," Elizabeth smiled as a silent tear slipped out of her eye and rolled down her cheek.
"Don't cry love," Will whispered, longing to hold her.
She nodded but tears still slid down her cheeks, she grabbed his hand and he screamed out in pain. Tia Dalma rushed over to his side, "Dat arm of yers' boy, what 'appened?"
His eyes were shut tightly in pain and he breathed heavily. "I don't know," He gasped out.
"I'm so sorry," Elizabeth Murmured.
"No, it's not your fault." Will promised. He tried to give her a smile, but she noticed that it was coated in pain.
Tia Dalma looked over it and gave him and ointment. "dis will 'urt ye boy." She said, "Ye might want 'Lizbeth wit'chya when I put dis on."
Will nodded and Elizabeth walked over the side where his arm wasn't hurt. He grabbed her hand and she smiled, as did he. His grip tightened and his jaw clenched as Tia rubbed the ointment on the infection, tears glistened in his eyes and his grip loosened as it was over.
"I'm sorry," Will whispered.
"For what?" Elizabeth asked.
"I shouldn't be like this in front of you; I don't want you to see me like this." Will said. "I don't want you to see me this weak."
"Oh Will, can't you think of anything else but your pride?"
Will closed his eyes briefly, "Your right," He muttered. After a little bit of trying he sat up and looked at her. "I missed you."
Elizabeth smiled, "I missed you too, Will, I love you."
It was Will's turn; he broke out in a smile and chuckled, "For a little bit, I was scared that you didn't. Elizabeth, I love you. I love you. I love you."
Elizabeth felt her cheeks heat, she sat down next to him on the cot and leaned forward a little. Will kissed her, full on the mouth and pulled her closer to him, he held on to her as if there was nothing in the world he wanted more.
"Elizabeth, I love you so much. I want you to spend the rest of your life by me; I want to spend the rest of my life by you." Will whispered between kisses.
"What do you mean?" Elizabeth asked.
"Elizabeth will you marry me?"
"Will," She whispered breaking away. "I'm sorry, but I can't."
William Turner looked at her with broken hearted eyes, "why not?" he half whispered.
"My heart doesn't belong to only you." She whispered.
Will looked at her with mixed emotions, "oh," he murmured.
"Will, its not like that honestly." Elizabeth promised.
Will nodded, "Then what is it like, Elizabeth?" he asked. "Do you love Jack?"
Elizabeth was mute for a moment, "No, I don't." She replied, she couldn't find the words to say to explain what she meant. "Will— I,"
"No, please just listen to me." Will asked, though he maybe hurting, he was still kind and gentle towards her. "I love you Elizabeth, no matter what you choose, I will love you."
Elizabeth nodded mutely and a tear slid down her cheek, "Will," She croaked. "I love you, I do; you have to understand that."
"Then what Elizabeth?" He asked slowly, afraid of her answer.
"Will I just want to be free, I want to sail the seas, I want to sail on a ship, I want to do so many things, and I'm afraid that with marriage I will be bound to a life of solitude and no excitement." Elizabeth muttered quickly.
Will chuckled for a moment, "Elizabeth, I want to marry you because I don't want any other man to touch you I want to marry you because I love you. My blood will always take me to the ocean, sailing is in my blood, pirating is flowing through my veins; I want the same as you. I want adventure, I want a ship of our own, I want freedom on the open seas."
Elizabeth smiled and looked at him, "Honestly?"
"Elizabeth, would I lie to you?" She shook her head and Will placed a soft sweet kiss on her lips. "Will you marry me?"
"Yes, William Turner, I will marry you." Elizabeth squealed kissing him.
Jack cleared his throat as if to acknowledge the two that he was still in the room. "Could we stop with the lovey dovey?"
Will and Elizabeth laughed. "Aye," Will smiled.
Jack walked over to the cot, "Will, mate." He started. "What are we supposed to do about ole Hades hmm?"
"Nothing, I have nothing left to do with him." Will responded.
"Ah, so you aren't the prophet after all." Jack smiled.
Will nodded and Elizabeth kissed him, he kissed her back as passionately. He mouthed an I love you, and cringed as her thigh brushed against his arm. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Be car'ful wit dat arm child," Tia spoke.
Will looked at her and nodded, "I will, when will it heal if it will?"
"Shoul' heal in a few wee's may'e lil' shorta" She answered.
Will smiled and nodded, "Alright then, can I get out of here?"
"I advise you stay close mate," Jack informed him.
"Da boy can go, bu' 'e shoul' stay close ta Tia." She said confirming Jack.
Will nodded and stood up slowly, feeling slightly dizzy he sat back down "how long was I out?"
"I foun' ye 'bout two weeks ago. So's two weeks." Tia replied.
Will nodded and once again tried to stand up, "I'm starved," He said slowly.
Elizabeth rushed through the shack and into the 'kitchen' she grabbed the food that Tia had supplied her and Jack with upon their arrival. "Here," she said handing him an apple. Will took it and bit into it.
"It's something," He said with a laugh. Elizabeth and Jack agreed.
Jack helped him off the cot and avoided his bandaged and infected arm, Will walked around the shack and announced that he wanted to go outside for a bit. He walked onto the porch of the shack and sat on one of the straw chairs, Elizabeth, Jack and Tia joined him. The talked, and Elizabeth and Will kept their eyes on each other, smiling and for Elizabeth giggling.
"Wha's that?" Jack asked, pointing to a figure in the distance.
"Looks like," Elizabeth said straining her eyes to see. "Captain Jacobs…"
Jack stood up and walked hastily to the table in the shack and grabbed his pistol, he said it was for 'safety.' Will nodded and reached for his sword with his good hand, and he and Jack walked into the marsh and toward what was expected to be Captain Jacobs. Tia insisted that she and Elizabeth didn't follow, and they would only leave their posts if one of the two were hurt.
Will and Jack walked side by side, swords on sheathed, Will asked about Captain Jacobs and briefly Jack explained.
"Where'd he go?" Will asked.
Jack shrugged, "No clue mate."
"So finally, the three together, I see that he's with you Sparrow." Jacobs snarled.
Jack turned around to see a blood ridden Adam Jacobs standing before him, "What 'append to you mate?"
"Isolde had refused to cooperate, insisting that you two were the wrong people, and that the real prophecy wasn't to be fulfilled until the 21st century. So, I did what anyone would've done, and she's at rest now." Jacobs explained.
Will furrowed his brow, "What prophecy?"
"That, you, would overrule Hades, destroy our world and the underworld." Jacobs sneered in hysteria. Will laughed for a moment, "honestly, your insane." Will mumbled, striking the man before him.
Jacobs failed to block the first parry and his leg was cut deep, Will cringed at the depth of the wound, but nonetheless he did not give up his guard. He and Jack stood back to back. Jacobs lashed his sword at Will; he hit the core of his infection. Will screamed out and grabbed his arm; blood was flowing from it quickly. He clenched his jaw as he heard Jack's gun shot pierce the damp air. He heard a body drop but hadn't really cared, his eyes were shut tight.
"Jack," He groaned. "My damn arm Jack; my fucking arm!"
Jack rushed over to Will's side and cringed, "C'mon Tia can fix you up."
Will followed Jack closely to the shack, only to find Elizabeth worried and freaking out. Will insisted he was fine and Tia knew otherwise, she knew the pain that he was feeling.
His head started spinning and he began to sweat again, "Elizabeth," Will whispered. She came to his side, "make sure she…" His legs gave way and he couldn't even finish his sentence. He hit the ground hard and his breathing grew weaker and more and more labored.
"Will!" Elizabeth screamed.
"Move!" Tia hollered pushing her to the side, "get me the ointment, bring me the bottle marked "Breath Leaf" and get me water and some salt. Hurry!" She commanded.
Elizabeth obeyed and turned to get the requested items. She couldn't help but notice Tia shake her head and see Jack close his eyes, and put a hand over his face.
"Are you ready?" Jack asked her.
"yes I am," Elizabeth said with tears in her eyes, she looked in the mirror. Smoothing down her dress she whispered, "I can't believe this is happening so soon."
"I know love," Jack whispered. "But hey, everything will be fine. Just remember that."
Elizabeth nodded and sighed deeply, "I'm ready," she whispered.
Jack walked out first and Elizabeth followed, walking through a little crowd of people to the front. She walked through the crowd with a nervous thought, but everything went numb but love to her as she saw Will standing at the end of the alter, his hand extended and waiting for her.
She gently held his hand and together they walked to the alter, hand in hand, the stood and listened to their preacher, Captain Jack Sparrow, as he married them.
"We are gathered here today to witness the forever bonding and marriage of William Turner and Miss Elizabeth Swann, if anyone here wishes to stop this marriage, speak no or forever hold your peace." Jack smiled at them. "Do you William Turner take Elizabeth Swann in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer for better and for worse to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I William Turner take Elizabeth Swann to be my lawfully wedded wife," Will smiled.
"And do you, Elizabeth Swann take William Turner in sickness and in health, for richer and poorer, for better and for worse to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"No," Elizabeth muttered with a smile on my face. The crowd behind her gasped, and whispers errupted. Will turned to her and gave he a questioned look.
"I take William Turner for everything that he is, to be my husband." Elizabeth smiled.
"Alright then, you may kiss the bride." Jack said.
Will lifted the veil off of Elizabeth face and kissed her lightly and passionately on the lips. "I am proud to say that Elizabeth Nicole Swann is now, Elizabeth Nicole Turner, my wife." Will smiled, his wife, she was his wife. He picked her up and kissed her. "I love you, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth was absolutely radiant, her smile was glowing and she giggled, "I love you Will, I love you."
"How about we get you two, off the alter and in a room before we have children popping out." Jack suggested.
Will chuckled and Elizabeth kiss Will again, "no Jack, its our wedding, we'll do what we want." She giggled.
"I love weddings, drinks all around!" Jack yelled, completely ignoring Elizabeth.
Will set her on her feet lightly, "Elizabeth," He said, she turned around to face him. "I was honestly afraid that this day would never come, I want you to know how much I love you Elizabeth. It's an eternal and deep love, and I promise I'll never hurt you."
Elizabeth smiled, "I already know my love, you've proved you loved me. I love you Will, and you love me. That's all we need in the world, oh yes and of course we'll need somewhere to live and food." She said sarcastically. "But the only thing that keeps my heart beating through everything is the fact that I know you love me, and only me."
"Yes," Will smiled. "I love you, and only you."
Fin.
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Well, that's the end. I hope you enjoyed it!
It's long, I'm sorry it took so long,
But I had A LOT going on this month,
A death in the family and an arrest in the family.
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