There'll be no livin' with her after this

Chapter 11- Good vibrations

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OMG! I read Chapter 10 after I typed it, and started crying! Jeez, I need to control myself… sniff Hope everyone had a good Xmas, and got lots of Johnny stuff :)

Over the next week, Will pointedly avoided Jack, and sneered at him whenever they crossed paths. Jack didn't explain this behavior, nor did Jade ask questions. She felt it better that she let them handle their situation independently, rather than to become involved. But as the month finished, and they came to their destination, Will and Jack started communicating again, and put away any hard feelings. Indeed, each day, as they traveled closer and closer to France, Will became in better spirits. Jade was spending a lot of time with Jack; he and Jade would walk the deck, their arms linked, and they would chat lightheartedly. ………………………………………………………….

(Laughter)

"…..And ol' Will; missing his opportune moment."

"You talking about me, Jack?" Will said with a grin as he sauntered up towards the two.

"Oh, it's just a bit of goodhearted fun, oui, Jack?"

"Aye."

Jade smiled; glad the tension between Will and Jack was over.

"Oh, Will, I'm delighted to finally be meeting Miss Swann. You've told so much about her."

"I'm sure you two will get on fine, Miss Rochet. You'll love her. I know I do."

"Now, mate, none of that! You save that for Miss Swann when we get there; only a couple of days, now."

"Aye, Sparrow…" and he broke off, looking into the sunset.

Jack cleared his throat. "Well…I'm actually feeling rather good about it, eh?"

silence

"Uh…"

"Jack, why don't I see about dinner?" Jade suggested.

"Alright, love", Jack answered, and kissed her cheek, the kiss moving to the tip of her ear.

Her intake of breath made Jack stop.

Jack chanced a quick glance at Will, who was still gazing into the distance.

"Sorry, love", Jack whispered. "Just got carried away."

Jade was still in the moment, and said furtively, "At least don't do it here, love. And in front of…people."

Jack laughed, and made a move to kiss her again, but Jade put her hand to his lips, and dashed off.

Katrina Boswell was a total and complete wreck. No one saw the wealthy heiress out and about, showing off in town anymore. These days, she stayed locked up in her room, in the Governor's chateau. After her episode, Governor Swann had tried to talk to her, but like the dozens of other times, she wouldn't allow anyone to speak to her.

"Good heavens, at least my dearest Elizabeth wasn't this difficult", the Governor mumbled to himself, on that day. "Well, at least I'll be leaving for her in….10 minutes."

Katrina spent her days thinking up diabolical schemes; she knew she was ruined forever; she knew they would never work; but it was the only 'amusing' thing she could think of doing.

One day, one of the maids became utterly fed up with her.

"You know, Miss Boswell, it's no use staying cooped up in there every day", she said through the door.

Katrina didn't answer, but shortly, the maid heard her sobbing.

"Alright, Miss Boswell, since you're not helping me here, I quit. You really need to get some help, you know", the maid answered, trying not to be harsh. "Just talk to someone."

And so she left, and quit, and did so without as much as a nod to the doorman on the way out.

The doorman shrugged; he knew exactly what was going on. He'd seen how many servants quit since the Governor left? Almost half of the staff.

The Governor hadn't dare mentioned where he was going to Katrina. He just, sort of, left.

"Father!"

"Elizabeth!" Governor Swann exclaimed elatedly, as his daughter flew into his embrace. "Oh, I've missed you, dear."

"I too, father. Come on; I'll show you around."

Elizabeth showed her father the lovely house she had purchased. The Governor was very pleased.

He put his arm around her, as they walked about the garden. "I'm glad you're content here, Elizabeth. I'm so happy for you."

"Oh yes, Father. I'm so excited for Will to arrive. He should be here tomorrow!"

Governor Swann saw her eyes light up, and knew he had made the right choice in letting his daughter marry this lad.

"Well, you've chosen a dress, have you not?"

"Oh, of course father. And I've wanted to thank you for making everything faultless."

He gently kissed her forehead. "I always love to dote upon my daughter."

Elizabeth stood in front of the mirror, holding her wedding dress up to her. It was perfect.

She was all jittery inside from excitement.

As she crawled into bed that night, she thought happily, 'My love is coming tomorrow, and the next day is the wedding!'

She went to sleep, thinking these blissful thoughts.