*Prologue*
Will Turner gazed at the half-heated sword that lay in his fire.
Five months. It had been five months since Elizabeth had admitted her feelings and they *still* weren't married. Will was beginning to think she was having second thoughts. He had loved her for so long; yet no that everything was out in the open; it felt like it would take forever.
"Still making the sword?" Jack Sparrow asked from the door. He walked over to will and sat down on a stool there. "How is it coming?"
"As well as can be expected. You *did* demand the best quality sword possible," Will smiled. "How's the Pearl?"
"I'm not going to touch the topic of repairing the holes that some idiot blew into her sides," here Jack glared at Will (who shrugged apologetically). "But other then that, everything is going as planned."
Will nodded and stirred up the fire. He looked up when he heard the door open.
"Hello Will, Jack," Elizabeth greeted. She set down the tray of food that she was carrying and stood behind Will. "I thought that the two of you would like something to eat."
Will went to smile up at his wife-to-be, when he noticed a strange glow coming from the fire. "Do you see that the fire is burning black and red?" he asked.
" Yes, it is," Jack agreed as Elizabeth gasped.
Before any of them could move, the fire seemed to expand and swallow them up.
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A dark-brown haired woman sat in front of an open fire. She was out in the woods and had various items scattered around her. After a few moments, she opened her light grey eyes, smiling to her self. She stood and, smoothing out her black medieval-style dress, picked up the instruments of wytchcraft that littered the forest floor. The amethyst crescent moon necklace, matching double earrings, and bracelets that glittered in the firelight made her seem almost sprite-ish.
All of a sudden, her fire started to turn red with black spots and it grew in size. After a blinding two seconds, three figures appeared on the ground.
The brunette stopped her work and inspected the three figures. She clapped and giggled, then stopped abruptly. Turning to the shadows beyond her fire, she swept a curtsy and said in a silky purr, " Thank you, spirits, for assisting in my spell. I shall inform the Moon Maidens of your good work." The brunette cocked her head to one side, as if listening to someone. She then went to the figures and waved what appeared to be a wand at them, causing them to rise unsupported.
Will Turner gazed at the half-heated sword that lay in his fire.
Five months. It had been five months since Elizabeth had admitted her feelings and they *still* weren't married. Will was beginning to think she was having second thoughts. He had loved her for so long; yet no that everything was out in the open; it felt like it would take forever.
"Still making the sword?" Jack Sparrow asked from the door. He walked over to will and sat down on a stool there. "How is it coming?"
"As well as can be expected. You *did* demand the best quality sword possible," Will smiled. "How's the Pearl?"
"I'm not going to touch the topic of repairing the holes that some idiot blew into her sides," here Jack glared at Will (who shrugged apologetically). "But other then that, everything is going as planned."
Will nodded and stirred up the fire. He looked up when he heard the door open.
"Hello Will, Jack," Elizabeth greeted. She set down the tray of food that she was carrying and stood behind Will. "I thought that the two of you would like something to eat."
Will went to smile up at his wife-to-be, when he noticed a strange glow coming from the fire. "Do you see that the fire is burning black and red?" he asked.
" Yes, it is," Jack agreed as Elizabeth gasped.
Before any of them could move, the fire seemed to expand and swallow them up.
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A dark-brown haired woman sat in front of an open fire. She was out in the woods and had various items scattered around her. After a few moments, she opened her light grey eyes, smiling to her self. She stood and, smoothing out her black medieval-style dress, picked up the instruments of wytchcraft that littered the forest floor. The amethyst crescent moon necklace, matching double earrings, and bracelets that glittered in the firelight made her seem almost sprite-ish.
All of a sudden, her fire started to turn red with black spots and it grew in size. After a blinding two seconds, three figures appeared on the ground.
The brunette stopped her work and inspected the three figures. She clapped and giggled, then stopped abruptly. Turning to the shadows beyond her fire, she swept a curtsy and said in a silky purr, " Thank you, spirits, for assisting in my spell. I shall inform the Moon Maidens of your good work." The brunette cocked her head to one side, as if listening to someone. She then went to the figures and waved what appeared to be a wand at them, causing them to rise unsupported.