Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. Pirates of the Caribbean, its story and characters, are owned by Walt Disney Pictures.

AN: Don't really know much about wedding ceremonies, especially during this period, some I'm going to kind of wing it.

Chapter 8

The big day had arrived at last. Today was finally the day that Graham and Mina were to wed and Will couldn't remember feeling worse in his entire life. The moment he had gotten up that morning he was gripped by a wave of nausea like he had never felt before. He'd spent at least a good half hour battling his bouts of sickness and now he sat hunched over in his chair in Mina dressing room, looking very pale and feeling incredibly weak.

Mina crouched by his side and looked up at her father with worried eyes. "Are you alright Father?" she asked him.

Will nodded slightly and regretted it immediately. His head was pounding and the slightest sound or movement was enough to make him wince. "I'm just fine darling," he lied, giving her a weak smile. "Don't you bother with me, this is your day. Now why don't you finish getting dressed?"

"But-" Mina began, still too concerned for her father to even think about anything else.

Elizabeth came up behind her then, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "He's right," she said. "You get dressed and I'll tend to your father." Mina nodded reluctantly and went over to the servant girls that Elizabeth had hired to help her soon to be daughter-in-law put on her wedding dress. Elizabeth frowned slightly as she turned her attention back to Will. She placed the back of her bare hand on his forehead was shocked by how warm it felt. "Goodness Will," she exclaimed in a hushed tone. "You're burning up. Do you need to see a doctor?"

"No," he insisted stubbornly. "There's no time. The ceremony will be starting soon and I need to be there to walk Mina down the isle." He got up shakily, holding his midsection slightly. "I'll just go get some... fresh air," he said heading out towards the hall way.

Graham couldn't remember the last time he had felt so nervous, he felt almost sick with dread. In only a few minutes he would be marrying the love of his life. He suddenly felt like he was making a mistake. He loved Mina dearly, but he felt now that the moment was quickly approaching that things were moving too fast. They were only children. How could he even think to get married now?

What if we become like Mother and Father? he panicked. What if she wakes up one morning and decides she doesn't love me anymore. He could never stop loving Mina, he knew that for a fact, but the girl was so wonderful and perfect that it would make complete and utter since if she would stop loving him.

He fingered the metals and awards that he wore on his uniform nervously, a habit he had during stressful times such as this. Was he really ready to make this commitment?

Just then, the door to his dressing room opened and his head shot up immediately. He had asked for sometime alone and for no one to bother him, but apparently who ever was coming in had ignored that request. His face paled slightly and stomach clenched as Jack and Gabe strode into the room. Gabe closed the door behind him and stood in front of it with his arms crossed over his chest as if to block anyone from coming in or getting out.

Graham was on his feet in an instant, preparing himself to move as quickly as possible if necessary. If Jack noticed how nervous he was he didn't show it, instead he only smiled pleasantly as he approached him. "Hello Graham," he said in a chipper tone. Graham felt himself break out into a sweat at his words. He was planning something. "How ye feelin' lad? Nervous?"

Graham nodded awkwardly. "A bit," he admitted his voice much smaller then he would have liked.

Jack's smile only widened as he placed his hands on the young man's shoulder fondly. He chuckled and Graham looked over his shoulder at Gabe who was still standing there, still and emotionless. He wondered if Jack had taught his son how to intimidate people like that. Captain Sparrow himself wasn't very intimidating most of the time, but his reputation was and it was likely that having other people around to scare victims helped to intensify the rumors about him.

"It's perfectly natural to be nervous lad," he said comfortingly. "Ye needn't worry though. Ye're 'bout to get married to a wonderful girl, an' I just wanted ta have a talk with ye 'bout that li'l girl." Jack's demeanor changed from friendly to malevolent in a heart beat and before Graham could even gasp the older pirate was grabbing his dress uniform roughly by the collar and pulling him a mere breath away from his face. His dark brown eyes were black with hate and there seemed a fiery passion burning underneath them. "Ye listen ta me, ye worthless piece of shite," Jack growled, his teeth bore in a wolfish manner. They almost looked like fangs in Graham's panicked state. "I don't like ye, I'll never like ye, and I don't give a rat's arse who yer daddy is, 'cause if ye so much as make me li'l girl shed one bloody tear, I'll gut ye from stem to stern. I'll rip out yer eyes and shove 'em up yer arse. I'll cut ye up so bad yer own mum won't come near ye, ye understand me?" Graham nodded weakly, knowing good and well that Captain Jack Sparrow would certainly make good on his promises. "Good," Jack said, his tone returning to the friendly manor it had once been. He roughly shoved Graham back to the chair he had been sitting in and turned toward Gabe. "Ye've got anythin' ta say lad?" he asked.

Gabe shook his head at his father. "He knows what I can do," he stated, and Graham did know what he could do.

"Alright," Jack said and turned to smile back at Graham. It wasn't half as venomous as the one he'd flashed the navy man a moment ago, but it's good natured warmth made it even more frightening. "See ye in a moment lad." With that he and Gabe left the room, leaving Graham's head reeling.

Will stood hunched over the balcony, taking in deep breaths of fresh air. His head was spinning and he was certain that he was going to vomit again any second now. What wonderful timing, he thought bitterly. Only a few moments before the ceremony was to begin and he was fighting off nausea.

"William?" he heard James' voice call from behind him. He turned around weakly and looked at the older man, feeling to drained to even force a false smile. "Are you alright?" he asked as he placed a hand on the sick man's shoulder.

"Fine," he breathed. "Just feeling a bit sick is all."

"'A bit sick'?" James repeated, raising an eyebrow at him. "You look positively green."

"It's nothing, really," he lied and had to turn away from James' intense worried gaze. He wasn't alright and he knew it, but that didn't mean that the man that had once been his rival for the affection of a certain woman had to fuss over him. He felt himself flush slightly at the thought, strange how sicknesses could make people who usually ignore you take pity on you.

"Do you need to see a doctor?"

"No," Will replied meekly. "I'm fine. I know what it is. I'm just a bit... embarrassed is all."

"Embarrassed of being sick?"

Will was about to reply, to confide in the other man what the cause of his troubles was, when he heard Jack's worried voice. "Will," the pirate said, hurrying over toward the former blacksmith. He took the younger man in his arms and held him protectively. Will flushed slightly at the gesture, he didn't like to show such affection in front of others. "Ye alright, luv? Ye look awful."

Will chuckled slightly at his words. "I'll admit to having better days but I don't think I look that bad."

Jack smiled and kissed his forehead noticing how warm it was. "Do ye need anythin', luv? Some water perhaps?"

"No, I'm fine really."

"Uhh... Dad? Father?" Gabe interrupted, grabbing the attention of the older men. "They're gettin' ready to start."

James nodded and turned away from the couple, feeling very much like an intruder in front of such an intimate display. "I'll go inform the others," he said hurrying away.

Jack turned back to Will, giving him a concerned look. "Ye can just sit this one out if ye like, luv," he said. "I'm sure Mina will understand."

Will kissed his cheek and shook his head slightly. "I don't think so Jack. I'll be alright. It's just," he paused biting down on his lower lip nervously. "I-I have something that I need to tell you. After the ceremony."

Jack raised an eyebrow at him, but said nothing and lead Will inside the church.

The ceremony had gone off with out a hitch. Everything was perfect. Mina looked positively lovely in her wedding dress, her train having been nearly two yards long and needing the assistance of two bride's maids to help carry it. She was walked down the isle by both Jack and Will, who was feeling much better at the time. Although, when they reach the priest, Jack had a bit of trouble actually letting go of Mina's hand, but Will helped him to actually sit down, holding his hands tightly so that the pirate wouldn't make a scene.

Everything else went as planed, until the time to recite the vows, when Graham decided to say something instead.

"Wilhelmina," he began, surprising his bride slightly by the use of her full name. "I'm not a perfect man. I'm no good with showing affection, I'm not very strong, and my job will probably force us to be away from each other for long periods of time. However, I just wanted to let you know, that I love you. I have loved you since the moment I first laid eyes on you and I love even more every second I am near you. I do not think it would be possible for me to ever stop loving you and I want you to know that I shall never do anything to hurt you, or let anyone else do so. I will do everything and anything in my power to keep you safe and happy and I feel that I can say with out a shadow of a doubt, that I am quite possibly the luckiest man in the world, knowing that I have your love. I love you, Wilhelmina Pearl Sparrow-Turner."

Mina's smile was watery, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I love you too, Graham Weatherby Norrington," she managed to choke out.

"Weatherby?" Jack whispered in surprise.

"That's Elizabeth's father's name," Will whispered back.

They then exchanged rings and kissed, sealing their agreement to be true to and love each other until the end of their days.

Jack sat hunched over in a nearby chair watching as Mina spoke politely with one of the guest, nursing a glace of whine as he did so. This was it. She belonged to Graham now. If he had really wanted to do anything about the situation, he had missed his chance, but seeing how happy she was now made him realize that he did the right thing.

The slight scrapping of chair legs alerted him to the fact that Will had sat down beside him. The younger man place a comforting hand on the pirate's shoulder. "I'm proud of you Jack," he told him. "You didn't misbehave at all."

Jack snorted slightly and smirked at his lover's words. "Couldn't do it," he admitted. "She said she loved him and she seemed pretty sincere about it ta me. I just want her to be happy, is all."

Will grabbed his hand from underneath the table, making sure that no one could see the gesture. "Jack," he said softly. "I have something to tell you."

Jack nodded, taking a sip of his wine, his eyes still not leaving Mina's smiling face. "What's that, luv?"

"I'm pregnant."

Jack turned and looked at him sharply, raising an eyebrow at the former blacksmith. "Yer not," he gasped in surprise.

Will, however, took his surprise as horrified disgust and turned away from the other man sadly. "I am," he said meekly. "I know that's it shameful for me to be pregnant at my age, but... I couldn't help it! It was an accident!" He shook his head sadly, tears welling up in his eyes. "I didn't mean to Jack, I swear! I'm so sorry."

Jack instantly grabbed him and pulled him into his arms, stroking his back comfortingly. "Shh," he soothed. "Hush now luv, no need for that. I'm not angry, honest! I'm happy yer pregnant."

Will looked up at him uncertainly, his brown eyes wide and red with tears. "Really? You... you want to have another baby?"

"Will, as long as it's yer's I'll never tire of havin' babies."

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