"Dearly Belov. . ." Jack's auspicious start was interrupted by a snort from the Maid of Honour, who quickly mouthed her apologies after he glared at her. He cleared his throat and started again. "Dearly Beloved, we have all assembled on this here deck this evening, in the presence of this pirate crew, to bind together this stupid boy and his bonny lass." The service was once again interrupted as the Maid of Honour smacked the celebrant upside the head with her bouquet of dried medicinal flowers found below deck, knocking his hat forward on his head. "Woman, stop it!" Jack yelled as he ducked another flowery blow and readjusted his hat.

"Why don't you?" She demanded, then shot an apologetic look at the bride and groom. "I thought we were trying to make this nice for them?"

"What did I do?"

Tudor just rolled her eyes. They had managed fairly well so far, considering what they had to work with. Jack had quickly assented to doing the honours, declaring that he loved weddings. He didn't love them enough to try and smarten up a bit, much to Tudor's disgruntlement. But in the end, it's the bridal couple who counts, and they were positively glowing.

Tudor had found a bolt of lace in a trunk stashed with some other loot in the hold, and quickly fashioned a makeshift veil of it for Elizabeth. It hid the fact that the flowers that had been in her hair now made her bridal bouquet. Will also looked quite dashing in his fancy cloak and feathered hat. He cleaned up very well.

Elizabeth had insisted Tudor be Maid of Honour, and had tried to convince Anna-Maria to be a bridesmaid, but she declined, for fear that they would make her wear a dress they found in the trunk with the lace. Gibbs was quickly commissioned to give the bride away, and Cotton stood as best man.

Elizabeth sent Tudor a reassuring glance that she didn't mind Jack's improvising. "Just get on with it Sparrow!" She ordered.

He cleared his throat to start, but then confusion crossed his face. "What do I say now?" he asked Tudor.

"The vows!" She said through her teeth.

"Right! Do you, William 'Avast me maties' Turner, take this lovely girl, whom you don't nearly deserve, to be your lawfully wedded lover, come barmaids or pirate wenches?"

Will looked at him askance for a moment. "I do." He said after a pause.

Jack quickly turned to Elizabeth. "And do you, darling Miss Swann, take this worthless cabin boy to be your lawfully wedded lover, come cursed pirates or commodores?"

"I do." Elizabeth replied stifling a laugh.

Jack again hesitated for a moment. "Is that it?" He questioned no one but himself.

"Objections." Tudor answered, pretending to cough.

"Do any of you scabrous dogs have any reason why they can't marry?" He asked, not even missing a beat.

"Full Sails ahead!" Mr. Cotton's parrot whistled in his assurances that there weren't any.

"In that case – Drinks all around!"