AN: Alright, I was thinking this morning and it occurred to me that there's only 3 or so updates left for both of my stories; for this year:). I'll update during the break, so this is probably the last update until the week of Christmas. I can't wait! This chapter is slightly sappy and rushed. I hate drawing things out… Please read, enjoy, and most importantly, review!

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"Jack?" I grumbled as I began to awaken, my head adorning his broad, tan chest.

"What?" Came a half-coherent reply, a ringed hand gently tightening itself around my waist.

"Nothin', just wondering if you're awake."

"Obviously, darling," he moaned as he propped up on his elbows, causing me to sit up as well. In response, I glared. "The one time I actually sleep longer than you, and you wake me up!"

"Someone's cross," I teased, pulling a sheet to my chest as I sat upright.

Then he did something uncharacteristic of his current mood; he laughed. He flat out, laughed. "What?" I regarded him, confused.

"You look like the queen of pillows." I looked down at the bed surrounding me to find that somehow the six or so pillows that adorned the bed had been piled around my side of the mattress somehow. I grinned as I leaned towards him, placing my lips to his as he collapsed onto the bare mattress. Slowly, knowing the effect it had on him, I brought a hand up to his face, gently stroking the odd-shaped scar that adorned his lower right jaw. It had always been a bold red, somehow adding to his already beautiful face. "I take it you slept well?"

I nodded, resting my forehead against his as he leaned into my touch. "I…"

"I know, love," he finished for me. His dark, kohl-rimmed eyes shone with love for me. "It seems that I should be the one apologizing… but I'm not gonna since we both seem to have moved on," Jack smirked, turning his head to kiss my palm ever-so gently.

"Aye," I whispered as his lips moved to kiss my lips then my cheek. As he allowed his lips to linger on each piece of skin he kissed, I found that my eyes closed. It wasn't often that he was this gentle and quiet.

"Come 'ere," he muttered as he shifted my body down so that my head was upon his chest. "Go back to sleep, darling. Ye deserve it…"

"Mmm…" My response was barely a purr in the comfortable silence that surrounded us.

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"Are ye awake?" Jack opened his eyes to glare at whoever had decided to disturb him. Andie had fallen asleep long ago, and he knew they should both be awake, but she'd passed out.

"Bloody hell, woman!" He hissed at Bet, who was grinning at the couple. "Ever heard of knocking? It's widely accepted in many cultures…"

"No need to be catty, Jack. I just came to propose an idea to ye."

"While me fiancée be asleep? Aye, continue."

A smile spread across her face as she watched the pirate's hands gently play in Andie's hair. "What say you to goin' ahead with the wedding? As in, tonight. I'm sure your lass wouldn't oppose to much, and she'll be growing soon."

Jack pondered on this for a moment; maybe the woman had a point. "I actually think that's an idea worth actin' on." Andie began to stir, sliding herself up to rest her head in the crook of his neck. "I'll tell 'er."

"And I'll go tell the other lovebirds. I'm almost certain they'll be in the same state as the two of you." With that, Bet grinned and left, gently closing the door behind her.

"Jack?" Came Andie's gravely voice, followed by a pair of gentle lips pressing against his neck lightly.

"Aye."

"What was Bet talkin' about? All I heard was something about her telling 'Lizabeth and Will about somethin' or another."

A grin broke across Jack's face as he closed his eyes, enjoying the attention she was giving him with her lips. "What say you to getting married today? Or rather, tonight; she can have everything ready by then, and we can have the ceremony on the island..."

"Yes."

"Ye don't have to agree so fast, love…"

"Yes," she replied as she pulled away to look at him. Her blue eyes were shining with love and pure desire. "I don't want to wait forever, and besides, we should probably be heading back out to sea soon." Jack could feel his heart cease beating for a moment when he heard her next words. "We can't avoid Remington forever."

"I'd forgotten about him," he murmured, wrapping a strand of hair around one of his ringed fingers subconsciously.

"As had I, but you know he's going to be coming back, Jack. And when he does, he's gonna want to take me with him. I'm the reason that one of their men is dead and the other is cursed forever."

He used his hand in her hair to his advantage, bringing her lips to his. "Aye, darling, but I won't let that happen. 'Specially with the whelp comin' and all." His free hand found hers and he immediately intertwined their fingers. "I love ye, Andie. Do ye think I'd let him get you?"

She shook her head, her dark hair swinging gently as she moved. "No, but my Jack, sometimes you can't stop the world from happenin'."

"No, but I can try, savvy?"

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Despite the fact that we'd be officially sharing a bed in less than 24 hours, Jack and I were both reluctant to get up. But, we did so, only to be separated due to tasks needed to be done quickly.

Bet and Lizzie had pulled me towards the Turner's room, which had been transformed into a beauty area. My dress had been transported there, and I changed into it after I'd taken a warm bath. It had been ages since I'd bathed properly, and my hair had been overly oily.

Once I'd bathed and changed, Lizzie took charge of my hair. I sat in front of the vanity, watching in the looking glass as she gently pulled strands of my hair around a curling iron, the burning metal occasionally grazing my scalp. "You nervous?"

I nodded, careful to wait until the iron was off of my hair. "But it's just anticipation. Jack says that we're going to leave shortly after this."

Elizabeth nodded, wrapping a section of hair that framed my face around the iron. "Aye, but it's time."

"Remington will be eager to greet us back to the open ocean, I'm sure. Jack's determined that nothing will happen."

She laughed, releasing my hair and setting the iron down. "Didn't you know, he's in control of the world?" I chuckled lightly, scared of the future.

I watched as she pulled a few curls away from my face as secured them in the back of my head. I was amazed at how perfect it all seemed; my getting married to the most rouge pirate known to man. Bet came over, handing Elizabeth some makeup. Obediently, I closed my eyes as she brought the kohl to my eyes, gently applying it. The black would allow my eyes to stand out, the reason Jack said he enjoyed me wearing it.

Before I could open my eyes, I felt a brush being dragged across my lashes. "What's that?" I questioned, feeling a sticky feeling as blinked with my eyes closed.

"Something like liquid kohl. It's supposed to lengthen your lashes and add to the effects of the kohl."

I nodded slightly, careful not to cause her hand to become unsteady. A knocking on the door brought me back to reality. "Ye look beautiful, lass," I heard Bet comment as she went to answer the door.

I opened my eyes to see Will standing in the doorway, observing Elizabeth and I. Slowly, I stood, stretching my legs. I'd been getting primped for a while, and my muscles ached from sitting still for so long. "I second that," he replied. "Jack's getting antsy from waiting, so we're heading over to the other island." I walked over to him, pulling him into a hug. "You'll be fine," he whispered for only my ears to hear. "He won't get to you."

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As soon as we stepped onto the sandy shore of the other island, everything was a blur. I could barely remember approaching my pirate, his appearance rather amusing. I probably looked just as odd with my hair and makeup done and with my dress. Then again, it was a garment that was more or less for any occasion. He was wearing his normal pirate garb, minus his beloved hat. "You're a site for sore eyes, love," he whispered to me as Cyrus began the ceremony.

I didn't pay attention to what I was being told to say, I just said it and focused on Jack's words. "I do," he replied to Cyrus when he was told to do so. My numb fingers slipped a gold band onto his left ring finger, his fingers grasping onto mine.

My turn came, and I gave the same answer Jack had, his gifted fingers guiding the other ring onto the finger that already adorned my engagement ring. I held onto his hand as he gazed at me gently, his eyes shining with love. Before either of us knew it, we were pronounced 'man and wife'. His lips were upon mine before Cyrus could get a chance to tell him he could kiss me.

"I love you," I whispered as he kissed me once more, his fingers tangling in my perfectly-formed curls.

"And I you, darlin'," he replied, his voice husky. "More than you could ever know."