Disclaimer: If I owned Pirates of the Caribbean, I would be rich, this story would be a movie, Keira Knightley and I would be texting each other right now, and Orlando Bloom would be mine. MINE I TELL YOU!

Author's Note: WHOO-HOO! :D :D :D I'm OFFICIALLY a senior! :D :D :D I was officially introduced as the Class of 2011 on Sunday. ^^ Also more good news! I passed Chemistry with a C-, which means NO SUMMER SCHOOL FOR KEIRALIZ! :D :D :D I also passed Algebra 2 with a B-! ^^ So my senior year is definitely going to be more relaxed. (I only have to take Economics/Government, Religion 4, English 4, and Physics. All my other classes are art.) That means, whatever story I write next might have sooner updates than this story ever had. :]

Anyway, FF decided to remove my five-dash breaker thingy I used in all my chapters, so I've had to resort to using their line breakers instead. :/ Sorry about that. I'll have to go back later and fix them in the previous chapters. In the meantime, continue reading. ;]

Edit: I had to fix a paragraph in this chapter once I realized I left something out. If you read the original chapter and saw that one of the sentences did not make sense, I'm so sorry about that! It's fixed now. :]

Chapter 19 – Elizabeth's POV

I missed his warmth when I woke up on the day of my wedding. I was so big on tradition when it came to the wedding, but when I finally opened my eyes past eleven that morning, I was disappointed that Will wasn't there, sleeping next to me or holding me in his arms. I missed him. I know, I know. I was being ridiculous. After all, I was marrying Will. I was going to see him as I walk down the aisle with my father. I was going to do more than sleeping in the bedroom from this evening forward. But he was so warm and comfortable and it felt so natural for him to be there when I slept…

"Damn, Liz. Why can't you get married every day?"

I rolled my eyes and turned my head to look over at Kate, who was thoroughly enjoying the massage my father was treating all of us girls in the bridal party in the hotel suite he booked for us. "Because Dad likes to tease me about how much this wedding is costing him and will kill me if I have a wedding every day for the rest of my life," I replied in amusement. "I know you're enjoying your massage, but…"

"Yeah, yeah," Kate grumbled. She sighed, clearly relaxed. "But this is really nice. I'll have to do this at least once a month."

"What about when the kids come? Are you even going to have time?"

"Screw the kids."

I laughed as my masseuse pulled away and said that my massage was done. I felt so much better compared to the night before. I felt like my stress and anxiety was completely gone despite how I still had to walk down the aisle to get married. "I feel sorry for Matthew," I teased her. "Are you going to make him watch all ten of your kids while you go out and party on the weekends?"

"Mm, maybe." Kate smirked. "But that's a good idea!"

"You're terrible."

"So shoot me. Now, shush. I'm enjoying my massage."

I shook my head with a smile and sat up when my masseuse informed my massage was done. I thanked her before I slipped out of the room to join the rest of my bridal party, where they were getting their nails, hair, and makeup done. I had to smile at the scene and hardly noticed the photographer that arrived to snap pictures of us girls getting ready for the big moment.

"Elizabeth."

I turned my head to see my father, dressed in his tuxedo with a proud smile on his face. "Your dress is ready," he told me softly. "When you're ready, your aunt Martha said she would be honored to take the place of your mother and help you get ready."

I couldn't help but hug him. "Alright," I murmured. "Thank you, Daddy."

"You're welcome, my dear." Dad cleared his throat and I swore I saw him wiping away a few tears. "I'm about to head off and check on the boys. Do you need anything delivered or any reminders that need to be said?"

I shook my head. Will took care of the men's attire as he couldn't trust Jack. He had the rings. We also exchanged wedding gifts to each other when Will took me out to ice cream so it could be a private moment between the two of us. But there was one thing that had to be sent to the groom's suite. "Only…" I paused and smiled softly. "Could you tell Will that I love him? And that I can't wait to walk down the aisle?"

Dad chuckled and nodded in agreement. "Of course, sweetheart." He kissed my cheek and left to take care of business.

I sighed (happily, mind you) and eased in a chair, allowing my hair to be fixed, my nails to be painted, and my makeup to be done. The photographer busily snapped photos of me, but I pretended he wasn't there. I enjoyed my pampering before my Aunt Martha poked her head out of the doorway of the other room and smiled. "Are you ready?" she asked. "Your dress is waiting for you."

My dress. I smiled and stood up, my bridesmaids watching me. All were excited to see the dress, I'm sure, but I, too, could scarcely contain my excitement. "It's about bloody time!" I exclaimed, my audience laughing.

Aunt Martha grinned and escorted me inside the other room.

The next few moments moved by slowly, but in a good way. I held my breath as I stepped into my dress. I watched in the mirror as my aunt slowly zipped up the back. I smiled as my cathedral veil was placed oh so carefully in the elegant hair do I picked for my wedding day. I stepped into the white high heels and spent extra time to put on the tear-drop pearl earrings my mother wore on her own wedding day. I beamed with pure joy when I finally revealed myself to my bridesmaids and heard their gasps and chatters of excitement. This was it, I realized. I was getting married.

I clutched my bouquet of white and yellow roses, my arm secured in my father's. One by one my bridesmaids walked down the white aisle runner, littered with yellow rose petals thrown by my cousin's three-year-old daughter. I took a deep breath and glanced over at my father, who in return smiled down at me.

"I'm proud of you, Elizabeth," Daddy said quietly. "You…" He drifted off and his smile wavered a little. I knew he was getting ready to cry. He didn't cry often, but I could always tell when the tears were ready to spill. "You look so much like your mother. Just as beautiful as her on our wedding day." Daddy kissed my cheek. "I'm going to miss you."

"I'll still be here," I whispered.

"I know, but it won't be the same. William will be the one taking care of you. Not me."

"I love you, Daddy."

"I know. I love you too, baby girl."

I blinked back tears as the music of my bridal entrance started. I chose not to do the usual "Here Comes the Bride" only because it seemed that it was the only song brides wanted to walk down to. True, brides used other songs too, but "Here Comes the Bride" was too original. Instead I picked. But hearing the music now, I knew the song I chose was perfect.

Daddy and I stepped up to the front of the aisle. Megan fluffed my skirt and veil as the guests stood up, gasped, and took pictures. I smiled brightly, happily. I saw Will's eyes widened, his focus only on me. I loved that man so much…

Slowly I walked down the aisle with Daddy, cherishing my last moment with him before I was to become Will's wife. I occasionally glanced at him to offer him smiles and "I love you"s, but my main focus was on my soon-to-be husband. I scarcely recalled the music ending. I remember hearing my father voicing that he was giving me away and I remember handing off my bouquet and taking Will's hand. But everything else was a blur. Before I knew it, I was facing Will to exchange vows and rings.

"Do you, William Jonathon Turner II, take Elizabeth to be your wife—to live together after God's ordinance—in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, for richer, for poorer, for better, for worse, in sadness and joy, to cherish and continually bestow upon her your heart's deepest devotion, forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto her as long as you both shall live?"

I felt my eyes water again as Will gazed deeply into my eyes and said, "I do."

The priest smiled and turned his attention on me. "Do you, Elizabeth Christina Swann, take Will to be your husband—to live together after God's ordinance—in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, for richer, for poorer, for better, for worse, in sadness and joy, to cherish continually bestow upon him your heart's deepest devotion, forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto him as long as you both shall live?"

I was crying by now and Will was offering my one of his warm smiles. Damn, why did I ever want to break up with him so long ago in the first place? "I do," I whispered.

"Great!" I giggled at Will's excited expression. He flushed as he realized what he just said, our guests laughing in amusement. "Erm, I mean…" He coughed, a goofy grin on his face. "Great!"

The priest chuckled and requested for the rings, which Jack obediently pulled out of his pocket. I was actually surprised the idiot didn't lose them, but I wasn't about to say that in case it started an argument. If that happened, we were going to spend the next half-hour on my wedding day arguing about nonsense.

Will tenderly held up my left hand, my wedding ring sliding on to my finger. "With this ring," he said softly, "I thee wed."

I sniffled and picked up his rough, strong hand, the hand that touched me with such care. "With this ring," I cried, "I thee wed."

"By the power vested in me, I know pronounce you husband and wife." The priest grinned and winked at us. "You may kiss the bride."

Our guests cheered and clapped as Will—my husband—pulled me into a loving kiss. My husband. Will was my husband. I never felt happier than I did the moment Will and I were made husband and wife. I glowed as I grasped Will's hand and took back my bouquet.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you, for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Turner."

Author's Note: YAY! They're officially married! :D *throws a party* Sorry that you had to read their vows. I know, I know. They're kind of long. But at least I didn't go through the whole marriage ceremony process! And believe me, when I looked up the vows, the ring exchange and the announcement of husband and wife was even longer than what I wrote. Oh, and if you're not Christian, I'm sorry about the whole God thing in the vows, but I'm Christian and I'm more familiar with the Christian vows than I am with the non-Christian vows, which is why I looked up the Christian vows. Also, I didn't mention what song Elizabeth chose to walk down the aisle to because I honestly couldn't decide between "Canon in D Major" composed by Johann Pachelbel and "Prince of Denmark's March" (also known as "Trumpet Voluntary") composed be Jeremiah Clarke. I was going to pick Clarke's piece, but I saw a lovely bridal entrance on YouTube with Pachelbel's piece. Yeah, they're both very traditional songs to walk down the aisle to, but for some reason I find them much better than "Here Comes the Bride," in my opinion (which also changes time to time if I like the way someone plays that particular piece, haha). So I'm going to let you use your imaginations and pick either Pachelbel's piece or Clarke's piece. ;]

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