Chapter Two- Will and Elizabeth
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"Pardon me, Miss. Swann- I mean, Mrs. William Turner to-be. You must prepare for the wedding! The ceremony is in an hour and we have done nothing yet!" Came the voice of one of the servants.
"Coming, Bridget!" Elizabeth replied, and marched up the flight of stairs into her bedroom. She had just taken a bath, and now that her hair was dry, the servants would comb and fix her hair for the special day.
It wasn't just any old day. It was her wedding day, the day she had been waiting for her whole life. Her stomach gave a pang of excitement as the servants combed and braided her long hair, tying it into a tight bun. At last, it was time for the wedding dress.
In the dressing room the dress was laid out on the bed. She put in on; the long, trailing dress with expensive pearls and patterns embroidered on it. At this point she glanced at the clock ticking: it was almost a quarter to noon!
She hurried to the horse carriage that awaited her to Will.
Will felt as if he was on the moon. He couldn't help but turn red with excitement when his beautiful bride walked down the aisle. The organ was playing, and Elizabeth was getting closer by the second…
"Jack!"
"Aye, William, lad! It's me, Jack!"
Jack Sparrow had jumped in at an inappropriate moment.
"I thought that you'd… be late?" Will said, glancing nervously every second at Elizabeth.
"You don't want to give your old mate a hug, now, savvy?"
"Not now, Jack…"
"What?"
"It's not the opportune moment!" Will whispered.
Then Jack saw Elizabeth headed their way, and he laughed.
"Oh, so your Elizabeth is coming, now? Oh, I see… there's no use me getting in the way when you have to kiss the bride."
Jack returned to the platform to marry them.
"Weddings, I love weddings! Lots and lots of rum, I hope?"
At last Elizabeth was at William's side, and they had exchanged rings. Jack recited the oath impressively from his memory:
"… in sickness and in health, till death do you part."
"Do you, William Turner, take Elizabeth Swann as your awfully wedded wife?"
"I do" William gazed passionately into Elizabeth's eyes.
"And do you, Elizabeth Swann, take William Turner as your awfully wedded husband?"
"I do." They both smiled.
Jack stood there, unaware of his forgotten line. Will looked at him impatiently.
"What are you doing, lad? Kiss her already… Oh right! I forgot this bloody line…"
"You may kiss the bride."
William lifted her veil and kissed her passionately. Jack sniffled a little in the background.
William is all grown up. He thought, and thought how happy Bootstrap would have been if he had lived till this day.
