My deepest and most sincere apologies for not updating for so long, faithful readers!
Hope you all like it!
And Salienne de Lioncourt, thank you so much, luv- i've edited it. ta!
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The old church was packed. Family and friends were crowded in the hard wooden pews. The air was humid, hot, and smelled disgusting. I had a hard time just to keep my head up and my eyes open.
I had been packed between my father and some distant relation I had never even heard of.
The preacher's voice did not help at all. He had been discoursing for almost five hours now, his voice droning on monotonously.
Suddenly I sat up and began to pay attention.
"Do you, William Turner, take Elizabeth Swann to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
I gulped as cold sweat began to trickle down my neck.
"I do."
I clenched my fists and fought the urge to scream.
"Do you, Elizabeth Swann, take William Turner to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
I bit my glove to stop the downpour of tears from breaking free.
"I do."
I felt faint. I couldn't breath. And it had nothing to do with my corset.
"You may kiss the bride."
I couldn't contain myself- I squeezed my eyes shut and screamed. Nobody heard me, as everyone had stood to clap and cheer the newlyweds.
My father did.
He whirled around and clamped a surprisingly strong hand over my open mouth.
My scream may have been short lived, but I had poured my heart into it. All the anguish, bitterness, and pain of the past four months came tumbling out.
Will too had noticed.
For some odd reason, when I realized he had heard me, I smiled with satisfaction.
The poor boy, he looked distraught.
"Serves him right," I thought maliciously.
My father glared daggers at me. I responded with the same.
Surprisingly, I felt no shame. None whatsoever. I just felt free. Lighter…happy?
Yes, I felt happy. A feeling I had not experienced for the past- oh, I couldn't recall!
I stood suddenly and rushed outside. I heard my father sigh behind me as I ran, but he made no move to follow.
The bright summer sunlight caught me by surprise, and it took a moment for me to adjust my eyes to the near blinding glare. I blinked several times and looked around.
Nobody was there.
I sighed happily, closed my eyes and breathed in deeply of the warm, sweet smelling air. It smelled clean and salty, like the sea- a sharp contrast to what I had just undergone for the past five hours.
Gulls soared high overhead, their feathers ruffled in the soft breeze that had begun to blow. A small bird twittered happily on a branch nearby.
I held my arms out wide- as if to embrace the sight- threw my head back, and laughed aloud.
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Next chappie coming up soon! :)
Hope you all like it!
And Salienne de Lioncourt, thank you so much, luv- i've edited it. ta!
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The old church was packed. Family and friends were crowded in the hard wooden pews. The air was humid, hot, and smelled disgusting. I had a hard time just to keep my head up and my eyes open.
I had been packed between my father and some distant relation I had never even heard of.
The preacher's voice did not help at all. He had been discoursing for almost five hours now, his voice droning on monotonously.
Suddenly I sat up and began to pay attention.
"Do you, William Turner, take Elizabeth Swann to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
I gulped as cold sweat began to trickle down my neck.
"I do."
I clenched my fists and fought the urge to scream.
"Do you, Elizabeth Swann, take William Turner to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
I bit my glove to stop the downpour of tears from breaking free.
"I do."
I felt faint. I couldn't breath. And it had nothing to do with my corset.
"You may kiss the bride."
I couldn't contain myself- I squeezed my eyes shut and screamed. Nobody heard me, as everyone had stood to clap and cheer the newlyweds.
My father did.
He whirled around and clamped a surprisingly strong hand over my open mouth.
My scream may have been short lived, but I had poured my heart into it. All the anguish, bitterness, and pain of the past four months came tumbling out.
Will too had noticed.
For some odd reason, when I realized he had heard me, I smiled with satisfaction.
The poor boy, he looked distraught.
"Serves him right," I thought maliciously.
My father glared daggers at me. I responded with the same.
Surprisingly, I felt no shame. None whatsoever. I just felt free. Lighter…happy?
Yes, I felt happy. A feeling I had not experienced for the past- oh, I couldn't recall!
I stood suddenly and rushed outside. I heard my father sigh behind me as I ran, but he made no move to follow.
The bright summer sunlight caught me by surprise, and it took a moment for me to adjust my eyes to the near blinding glare. I blinked several times and looked around.
Nobody was there.
I sighed happily, closed my eyes and breathed in deeply of the warm, sweet smelling air. It smelled clean and salty, like the sea- a sharp contrast to what I had just undergone for the past five hours.
Gulls soared high overhead, their feathers ruffled in the soft breeze that had begun to blow. A small bird twittered happily on a branch nearby.
I held my arms out wide- as if to embrace the sight- threw my head back, and laughed aloud.
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Next chappie coming up soon! :)