A/N: Yayness! After three long weeks, the second chapter is finally here applause So I was listening to Maroon 5's 'She Will Be Loved' just the other day and, well, this just popped in my head... lol. So there. Hope y'all like it! Tell me whaddya think.

Chapter Two

"Omigod, Will!" Elizabeth Swann cried out, holding her hands up against the pelting rain. "I cannot believe I'm actually doing this," she stopped dead on her tracks and ran a hand through her drenched tresses. "This is by far the most insane thing I've ever done."

Will Turner caught up with her. His rain-soaked shirt clung to his chest, translucent. He whispered in her ear, "Not as insane as the day you met me, though."

Amidst the pattering of Jamaican rain against the cobblestone pavement, she pouted in a way that only she can and laid a finger on his lips. Of course I remember that day as though it were yesterday. "Nothing ever dampens your spirits, does it, Will?" she paused briefly then gave him a quick peck on the lips. "And I like that."

Ah, sweet innocence.

"So Elizabeth, what's the hurry that we couldn't have stayed a moment longer in Brown's forgery? You know, before heading out on impulse in the... rain," he asked, his voice raised so as to be heard over the pouring rain. Their shoes made squelching sounds as they made contact with the muddied pavement.

Her lips curled into a sultry smile. "Don't you think it's a little too late to be asking me that?"

"I just don't..."

"You see dear William," she began, jerking the hilt of the sword that Will was carrying. "it's because of this," she unsheathed it and ran her fingers across the blade. Rain trickled down the cold steel. "And besides, we don't want to be late for our costume fitting now, do we?"

"You know, for the masquerade?" she added, putting the sheath back on.

He snatched the sword away from her. "This, my dear," he began, passing the hilt of the sword to and fro his palms. "could very well hurt you," he smiled coyly. The rain had matted his hair across his forehead, making him look even more adorable still. "And besides, what about your Father? He would be furious when he learns of this uh, little act of yours, wouldn't he?"

She wrapped her arms around his neck and breathed huskily in his ear, "Oh, Will... Who cares about Father when I've got you?" She nibbled on his lip and kissed him. He kissed her back, hard.

Amidst the pouring rain, the sound of hoofsteps clacking against the pavement grew nearer, until a horse-drawn coach came into view.

A head poked itself out the window. "Well, well, well... If it isn't the blacksmith and his bride-to-be."

It was Commodore Norrington, no less.

Elizabeth pulled away from Will and simpered. "Why, er, Norrington! What are you doing here?"

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. "What am I doing here? What are you doing here?" he pushed open the door. "Come along now. I'll give you two a hitch to wherever it is that you're going."

The coachman got down and held the door open for them. Elizabeth got on first, followed by Will.

"So," Norrington began, raising an eyebrow as though in disgust as the coachman slammed the door shut. "Might I ask, but uh, what was it exactly were you two doing out in the pouring rain?"

Will and Elizabeth, seemingly soaked from head to toe, sat adjacent to one another, while Norrington, looking particularly crisp in a linen suit, sat across them.

The coach started rolling at a moderately fast pace as the coachman brought the horse to a trot.

We were kissing, Norrington. Kissing, Elizabeth wanted to say out loud. But instead, she smiled to herself and kept silent.

Will cleared his throat and brandished the sword that he was carrying. "It's partly because of this, really. We sort of have to deliver it to Elizabeth's father on time."

Norrington grasped it from Will and gave it the once-over. "Hmm... impressive." He handed it back to him.

"And it's also because we didn't want to be late for our costume fitting," Elizabeth added. "You know, for the masquerade? Father ha-"

Norrington waved her away. Damn, she has become more fine a woman than the last time I saw her. "Your Father. Let's not talk about your Father, shall we?" he leaned forward and looked on expectantly at the two. "So, when exactly are you two planning to get married?"

Elizabeth appeared to be flushed. "We uh..." She nudged Will in the ribs.

"We're not quite sure, really," Will finished. "But one thing's certain-- we're going to tie the knot before the year ends."

"Yes, before the year ends." Elizabeth echoed, nodding her head quite surely.

"I see," Norrington said. "About the masquerade... I don't suppose this so-called Captain Jack Sparrow would be coming, wouldn't he?"

"I uh, actually haven't informed him about it yet." Will admitted.

"You haven't?" Elizabeth and Norrington repeated in perfect unison.

Will nodded. "But I'm planning to,"

"Oh, please," Norrington rolled his eyes. "Do me a favor, would you? Don't."

"But I-"

Elizabeth nudged him in the ribs. "He wouldn't."

The Governor's manor loomed into view and Will noticed that the rain had begun to subside. "Uh, Norrington? We're really grateful for your generosity and all, but if you don't mind, we-"

Norrington raised an eyebrow. "Would love to get down from here?"

"Er, right."

"Halt!"

As ordered, the coach's pace curtailed. The coachman got down and opened the door for them.

"Once more, many thanks." Will thanked Norrington once he and Elizabeth had gotten down from the coach.

"Anytime,"

And with that, the coach road off. Will and Elizabeth watched until it can no longer be seen across the horizon.

Elizabeth leaned towards Will's ear. "Want to know a secret?"

"What?"

"I'm pregnant,"

A/N: Whoa-- Elizabeth's expecting? Was she for real?? And what about Jack? Will he even go to the masquerade?? Will he be as dashing as ever? Will I ever stop asking these questions? Do I even want to? All these and more, next chapter! does the boogie Oh and by the way, don't forget to review!

Will was totally savvy, wasn't he?

Luv y'all! Mwah!

-kaz