Sorry for the wait... Been Busy...

I know this chapter's sort of short... But it's just to set some things up...

"Oh Jack, she loves him." Elizabeth sighed, looking at him.

"And obviously the young lad loves her." Will commented as he watched his two sons watch a bug that was moving across a flower.

Will and Elizabeth sat beneath the shade of a tree in the garden, and Jack stood before them in the sunlight that was blazing on the back of his neck. Jack glanced around, wringing his hands together tightly, his face twisted in worry, anger, and frustration. "But she doesn't know that for sure!"

"She does so." Elizabeth said with a soft smile.

"And how do you know that?" Jack demanded her.

"A lady, no matter how young or old always knows when she finds the man she loves." Elizabeth said, holding Will's hand, looking at him with love in her eyes. Will smiled gentley, and kissed her hand. Seeing this, Jack quickly looked away. He didn't want to imagine Thomas and Camille acting like that.

"I believe that." Commented Will softly, looking into her eyes.

Jack's brows furrowed into a scold and he shook his head in disbelief, "Not my Camille."

"Why not? Don't you want her to find love in her life? It makes life so much better." Elizabeth said, breaking away from Will's gaze.

"Of course I want her to find love! Just not with that Thomas!"

"He's a fine young man." Elizabeth argued, "He can read and write perfectly. Very good at poetry... Also, he's polite and very mannerly."

"A good worker, too." Added Will, remembering when Thomas had worked for him in the blacksmith shop for a short while.

"Are ye both on his side?"

"We aren't on anybody's side, Jack." Elizabeth said with another sigh.

Jack turned away from them, starting to walk away, "He just isn't good enough..." Jack muttered under his breath. 'Maybe he is' a voice said in the back of his head, but Jack shook it off. With a sigh, he started to make his way to the house planning on going to his room, and to rest for a while to sort everything out.

Camille and Thomas sat on one of the docks, letting their feet swing lazily above the water. "France is where you want to get married?" Thomas asked her in a quiet voice, looking at her.

"Yes... In Paris... I've only been there a few times, but I loved it."

"If it's Paris you want, it's Paris you'll get."

Camille looked at him and smiled softly, with a slight nod. She reached for her shoes on the side of her and put them on. She nodded for Thomas to do the same, and he did. He stood up, sending Camille into his shadow, he put his hand out for her, "My lady." Thomas said with a grin and Camille took it and let herself be pulled up for him, "It's nearly three. We should be getting on the ship."

"Yes... Have you left a note for your uncle?"

He nodded, "And you for Jack?"

Camille nodded as she looked around. They were leaving on a merchant ship that was heading for France. They had deceided to get passege on a ship, rather then to steal one. Not that they had tried... They had, but it didn't work out as planned. But, they weren't caught eirther... Today they'd leave for Paris to be married. Camille didn't tell Jack because she knew that he'd never let her go, so she left him a note in his room. Thomas did the same as well.

Thomas smiled, "This way, Camille." He said softly as she wrapped her arm around his. "Are you sure your ready?"

"I am. And yourself?"

"I am."

"Then off to the ship."

"Off to the ship." Thomas repeated as he began to walk across the large dock. He kept his head lowered to the ground, but managed a few glances at her. Oh, she was so beautiful. Also kind and thoughtful. All of the other ladies in the port...All that he had thought were as beautiful as swans had turned into crows after he'd seen Camille. "There it is." Thomas told her, "Up ahead. Do you see it?"

A smile slowly made it's way to her lips as they walked closer. They walked the short distance in utter silence. But not the awful awkward kind of silence. The wonderful kind. Thomas stopped right before the ship's deck. Camillle looked up to him and they exchanged smiles. Thomas and Camille both stepped on the ship at the same time. The ship bound for France, for Paris... For their marriage.

(I'll leave the reaction of Jack S. And James N.'s reactions to the letters to your imagenation...)

Blackness was all above them. Never stopping. Going on for what seemed like forever. The night sky was dotted with twinkling stars though, and the bright moon lit the surface of the ocean. The spray of the water kissed their faces. They stood at the bow of the ship, waiting for the small, but litted land to grow. There it was. France. Camille and Thomas grinned at eachother.

Thomas's hair was ruffled and tossled from the wind... and what had happend about twenty minutes ago, between Thomas and Camille in their room. Camille laughed in delight realizing how close they were to Paris. To one of the churches. Thomas, hearing Camille laugh, looked at her wondering what was funny. But relizing what was, he also laughed as he wrapped his arms around her waist, softly resting his cheek against her hair.

Their laughter faded as a silence came over them. They both stared at the land in the distance, waiting for the time to get off. From there, they were going to get a carriage to Paris... They'd stay there for a week or so, then come back a different merchant ship. After they got back... Well, they hadn't got that much planning done yet. The only plan they had was try to avoid Norrington and Jack for a day or so, then finally face them. What happend after that... Well... they'd forever be together until death do them part.

It sounded like a good enough plan to them...

Then again...not everything ends up how it's planned out to be. For example... Camille and Thomas weren't planning on having to face John so soon...