A/N: Funny part coming up, I know you are just dying for more, right. I hope? Okay, so you probably have a bag to water bombs to toss at me, keep and open mind, and then bomb me.

I was to be the maiden of honor at Elizabeth's wedding. With that came the wonderful responsibility of floral arrangements and all that bloody what not. It wasn't my idea of a fun week. But most of the time I spent hours with the semesters. My dress was the only dark thing at the wedding. It was the same forest green shade as the other dress, only thing one was VERY low. As a result, my bodice was more revealing than normal. The dress was made from a light fabric. It was slightly see through, which always forced my cheeks to burn red. I could move around in the thing, and Elizabeth was letting me wear my own boots, so I wouldn't have to worry about dancing. I sleeves were merely meshed, thin fibers of wool, dyed dark green. The dress reached to the floor, and swayed a bit as I walked. I would have to wear a thin veil for the ceremony, but other than that, I was home free.

Tara and Mary were more than happy to take care of the flowers. All I had to do was sing. It was the only thing Elizabeth wouldn't let me get out of. So when the day of the wedding came, more people fussed over me than the bride. I was locked in my room while they messed with my hair, face, and dress. Just as I was planning to leave, my mother came into the room. She placed a box on my bed, and then left, just as quickly. In the box was my Great, Great Grandmother Ruby's seashell necklace locket. It was a single cockleshell dipped in silver. Three red rubies followed the lines of the shell, mixed with Sapphires. In Bartholomew tradition and superstition, the locket can only be opened by the person you are supposed to marry. Then you are supposed to take a dried out rose petal from your wedding day, and put it in the locket after crumpling it. I laughed. I would wear the necklace, but for as long as I live, I would never let anyone touch it.

I was late for the wedding. I ran down the steps and once I made it down, Elizabeth insisted that my hair be brushed and fixed. Some little girl I didn't know walked down the isle, sending flowers at her feet. I followed after her. Every eye was on me. I heard someone whisper about who I was, for no one knew who I was without my thick glasses covering my eyes. But Elizabeth had taken those too. I remained as focused as possible, even though several times I felt as if I was going to trip (Elizabeth had tricked in out of my boots, she was quite the liar). At last I made it to the end of the white carpet. Elizabeth followed after two of her friends. I was left breathless at the sight of her. Her creamy pure white gown seemed to shimmer in the sunlight. Her golden hair was shaded by a veil and there was a flower in her hair. The ceremony was too long for my taste. I almost wanted to leave early, but I had promised Elizabeth to sing at the dinner. As soon as they kissed and everyone headed for the dinning hall, I raced up to my room. The last thing I wanted to do was sing while wearing a corset.

But my plans were foiled as I entered me room. Poems were scattered all over my bed again, different ones this time, and my window was, again, open. I almost yelled in aggravation, but I knew I didn't want anyone down stairs to know about Jack, it would ruin Elizabeth's wedding. I walked across my room, shut and was about to lock the window when a knife flashed near my middle. Jack rested his chin on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, "So, this is who you really are." I elbowed him in the gut and spun out of his reach and grabbed for my sword, only to remember that I had a dress on. "What do you mean, who I really am?" Jack started to circle me, looking at me dress. "You are no more than some homebred house wife who wears dresses and only changes habits for a bit of excitement for her husband every now and then." I was sickened. I decided not to bother with him. I yanked off my veil and began to unlace my dress. Jack's eyebrows arched once more. I pushed the dress down to my waist and started on my corset. I was having some trouble with this bloody piece of clothing, so I simply went over to my pillow, and from under it I pulled out a knife, and cut a jagged line down my front. I felt my lungs expand to their full capacity at once and sighed. I flung the thing on the floor and started to fix the top of my dress again.

Jack had been watching me the whole time, not saying a thing or moving towards me once. Now he swaggered forward and caught hold of my hands. "I think you had the right idea before." He pushed my hands out of the way and kissed me. I froze this time, not knowing what to do. I saw my knife on the floor, but as I was about to reach for it, Jack suddenly had me up against the wall. His tongue had somehow found it's way into my mouth, but then someone banged on the door, and I found my head. I whacked Jack on the head and in a flash he was out the window and out of sight. With another bang the door crashed in. William, Jason, Richard and Christopher, my cousin stood in the doorway, looking at me while I stood there, the upper part of my bodice exposed. I yelled and turned around. There was a sudden rush to close the door and murmured apologies through the door. I almost laughed the whole thing was a huge mess, and I felt a laugh bubbling up in me. I fixed my dress, and walked out of the room, blushing.

Elizabeth had thought I was trying to get out of singing, so she had sent the four of them to get me. So there I stood, on a small platform in front of about 150 people, more than half of them I didn't know. The song that I had planned to sing left my head as I began to shake. I shook my head to get rid of being nervous and another song came into mind. It was one that I had heard ten thousand times when I was young; it was the lullaby my mother used to sing to me as a baby. Only I would change it. The over all lesson of the song would be the same, but some of the words and tune word be different

If only, If only I could see To the ends of the world If only, If only You could be Standing at me side

But also

Letting me be free

Love can come In any shape or size At any point in time And even though You run and hide Love will find you when it's time

If I could chase the stars I would run like the wind But the stars wouldn't be my goal It would be to see If you were behind me

If only I knew Who I was And if I could really love you If only I knew How to love You in return

You drive me crazy It's plain to see But you're also The only one Made for me

If I could-

Suddenly there was a gunshot, and I yelled as a burning pain started to throb in my arm. Someone pushed me to the ground and there was tremendous yelling and screaming. I looked around me, but something flew over my eyes. It felt like a piece of cloth, and a sharp object was pushed so hard into my throat I felt a pain and something trickle down my chest and stop at my low neck line. Jason yelled out, "Don't kill her!" I started to breathe quickly, trying to think of a way out, but I couldn't see, and I wasn't about to risk getting killed. I heard the raspy, but strong voice loud and clear, "She comes with me. As well as the other in the white gown. If they don't, then my other men will set fire to the house with everyone inside. I heard a sudden move and another shot rang out. Then Mary cried out. I took a chance and elbowed the smelly git in the stomach. I was lucky to have my father's gift of bony elbows and good timing. I ripped off the blind fold, only to feel a strong hand grab my neck.

I was a good two inches off the ground, fighting for air. I was soon looking into the eyes of the waiter. He had these cold, empty eyes, the eyes Norrington had when he told me of his plan to kill everyone. His spirit had chosen another host body. I kicked my legs, and saw the waiter's, or Barbosa's eyes, rather, being to water as my nails dug into his hands. Then, just as I felt my skin start to turn red, a gunshot, not like the others, rang out and I fell to the ground, my legs crumpling beneath me. I all but passed out. I was aware of what was going on around me, but I wasn't able to react, I was in shock. Someone grabbed me around my waist, and ran with me out the door. I was like a rag doll on their shoulder, unable to do anything to help to stop what was going on around me. At some point I slipped into unconsciousness.