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Jen woke to a loud banging on her door.

"Who is it?" She called grumpily.

"Me." Nicole answered.

"What is it? It's too early!" Jen yelled, burying her head under the pillow. The door opened anyway.

"We have to go wedding dress shopping." Nicole snapped. Jen groaned.

"No! I hate hearing about the bloody weddings! I don't even want to have one!" She complained.

"Get up anyway. Before Father comes to yell." Nicole advised, exiting the room. Jen got out of bed. She dressed hurriedly, not wanting to provoke her father. Mrs. Lanyen was waiting downstairs, flushed with excitement.

"My girls are getting married! I feel so old!" She declared. Nicole hid a grimace.

"Really. Maybe it's because you" Jen cut her off before she could finish her accusation.

"We should go." The three women got into their carriage which rumbled down the street.

"Mother, what if I told you I don't want to marry Governor Swann?" Jen asked cautiously. Her mother stared straight ahead.

"I did not hear that, Jennifer Anne. You will not bring dishonor to this family by refusing this wedding." She ordered. Jen sighed.

"Yes Mother." The shopping was horrible. Neither Jen nor Nicole had their hearts in the wedding, and so both hung back as their mother charged ahead.

"Why doesn't she trying marrying Commodore Norrington?" Nicole snarled under her breath. Jen glared at their mother's back.

"How did we get stuck with the most boring people on this entire island?"

"We should have gone with Jack." Grumbled Nicole.

"No. I would rather this than risk his life." Jen said before she could stop herself. Nicole's eyes widened and she gasped.

"You fell for the pirate captain!" Jen quickly put her hand over Nicole's mouth and pushed her against the wall.

"Please, don't say anything!" She begged. "No one has to know!" Nicole nodded.

"I can't believe it. We shook on it!"

"Well, plans changed, all right? Now shut up!" Jen hissed.

"So....are you in love with him?"

"Yes. NO! I mean no!" Jen said hastily. Nicole laughed.

"How can you stand marrying Governor Swann when you could be marrying Jack?" She asked. Jen glared at her.

"I can't stand it all right?"

Later that day, Jen decided to make a plea to her father. He sat in his chair before the fire, reading his book with a serious and grim face.

"Father?"

"Yes, Jennifer."

"I have to ask you something. Please, Father. It means a great deal to me."

"I can see that." Mr. Lanyen asked, standing up and turning to face his daughter.

"Father, I don't mean to bring dishonor upon the family. Nor do I wish to disobey you. But I cannot marry Governor Swann. He is a fine man to be certain, but my heart is not with this marriage. Our marriage would be short lived, Father. And now I beg you, please do not make me suffer." Jen pleaded.

"You mean to walk away from this wedding? Do you intend to bring shame down upon us? Governor Swann has been nothing but kind to you and he will take care of you!" Jen's father said in a low voice, fueled by a hidden fire.

"But Father, it is not his intent I," Her father cut her off.

"Silence! You are but a foolish child, you don't know what you want! Enough has been spoken on this matter. You will marry Governor Swann and no more shall be said upon it." He roared. Jen shivered at his outburst. She touched the necklace nervously and decided to make one last chance for herself and Jack.

"Then you condemn me to suffering, Father." She said quietly. Her father seemed to grow taller.

"You will go to your room. I do not know what has convinced you to do this, but you will marry Governor Swann. Is that clear?" Jen didn't bother to reply. She just walked away.

Jen slammed her door shut. The maids had neglected the fire in her room and aside from being ice cold, it was lit only by moonlight that streamed in from the window. Jen took off Jack's necklace and laid it on her dresser.

"Jack, I need you! Where are you?" She demanded of it. The necklace did nothing. Frustrated, Jen flung herself upon her bed and fell asleep. She didn't see the necklace glint in the moonlight, with pity and purpose. And the whisper that accompanied it. 'You'll get your way yet Jen.'