Title: A Tale of the Immortal Captain Sparrow

Author: Hildwyn

Rating: PG-13 for now, may be less, but it will not go higher.

Notes: Part of the reason this took so long to get up was that I was disappointed with the chapter and constantly reworking it for the plot as well as the spelling and grammar. What I need is a beta, so if anyone is willing to act as one for me on this story- e-mail me or whatnot and I'll be eternally grateful.

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Chapter 2: Weddings and Flights

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The door had opened just enough so that a man could poke his head out and see who disturbed the peace.

"Ah, Will, fine to see you too!" Jack said grinning, "now if you don't mind, it's hot as Hades out here and Norrington is not as forgiving about pirates gallivanting around as he used to be."

"Jack?" Will asked staring at the man.

"Aye, that's me," Jack said, forcing himself to continue to wear his trademark grin.

"Jack?" Will said again.

"Will you bloody well stop repeating yourself, Will? It's bloody annoying," Jack said, finally giving up wearing his forced grin.

"This is not a good time," Will said, turning around and looking inside the door as they both head someone- Elizabeth judging by the pitch of the voice, yelling.

"Will, come back here, now! We are not yet done talking!"

Will turned back to Jack cringing.

"Women, eh?" Jack asked, completely sympathizing with Will and his predicament at that moment. He had far too much experience himself to know where it would lead to next.

"Next thing you know," Jack said with a dismissive wave of his hand, "They are slappin' you about here and there," He narrowed his eyes at Will, "What exactly are you arguing about anyway?"

"People," Will answered, neutrally.

"What people?"

"A person," Will said, evading the question.

"I really don't have time to go around the point, mate. Let's have a straight answer," Jack said just before the door opened all the way to reveal Elizabeth standing next to Will with a startled look on her face.

"Jack?"

"You're doing the same thing as Will already did, love. May I come in now?"

"Of . . . course," Elizabeth said beckoning Jack in.

"We were just talking about you," Elizabeth said with a glare at Will.

"Oh really?" Jack said, so that's why Will was evading the point.

"Yes, you among other things. We were about to send out our wedding invitations," She said.

"And did I make the list? I brought gifts," Jack said patting the side of his coat, his mood now improving that he was out of the infernal noon sun.

Will and Elizabeth exchanged looks.

"You weren't going to invite me?" Jack asked with mock indignation.

"We had no way of tracking you down," Will answered, "I was hoping that you might just show up sooner or later and that the time might coincide with our wedding."

Elizabeth shook her head.

"It isn't what you're thinking Jack. Commodore Norrington's captured most of the pirates around, and given that there hasn't been much activity lately, he's been in Port Royal as of late. Your presence and his, here . . . " she sighed, "It just makes things more likely."

"More likely? What do you mean, Miss Elizabeth? I, be captured? Not bloody likely. I'm-"

"Captain Jack Sparrow," Both Elizabeth and Will finished the sentence with Jack, much to Jack's delight.

"You're catching on quickly," Jack said.

"Why don't we all sit down and have something to drink," Elizabeth suggested, "that way we can all catch up on what has been happening."

Will and Jack murmured their agreements, and all headed to their parlor, where they sat down. Elizabeth poured tea for all of them, pointedly ignoring Jack's expression at the choice of drink.

"You have anything else to drink, love?"

"No," Will answered for her, staring at Jack with an exasperated expression. Jack nodded, and acknowledged his defeat. No rum right now, anyway.

"So when is the wedding?" Jack asked taking a sip of the tea. It was not dreadful, but really could have done with a shot of something else in it- rum, whiskey, scotch- Jack was particular, but it really needed that extra kick in it.

"Tomorrow," Elizabeth answered.

Jack raised his eyebrows at them, "And you are just sending out the invitations today? And ye've already moved in with each other? Forgive me, love, but don't you think your sort of rushing here, and not giving enough time for people?"

"We're not rushing, Jack," Will answered, sharing a look with Elizabeth, "We're just making sure that the house is all ready for us to move into."

"Ah-huh," responded, careful to put the correct emphasis on the word to show that did not exactly believe what they were saying.

"Besides," Elizabeth added, "The wedding will be a small private affair, the later we send off the invitations the less time there is for some people to show up."

Jack suddenly leaned back in his chair, looking stricken, "I hope, my dear Elizabeth, that you are not referring to me?"

"Of course she wasn't, Jack. We've been through this already," Will said, placing his cup on the saucer, careful to keep it from making a lot of noise, "We would really like for you to attend Jack, really we would, but maybe there is some way you can attend without . . . without being Captain Jack Sparrow?"

Jack leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbow on the table and bringing his hand up to stroke his mustache. He sat that way for a couple moments in silence, neither Elizabeth nor Will daring to disturb him, content to await an answer.

"I suppose," Jack drawled, "That coming as myself would be a bit dangerous- assuming of course that you invited Norrington?"

"We did," Elizabeth said.

"I'm surprised, mate," Jack said turning to look at Will with a wide grin on his face, "Neither of you seem the type to make up easily with each other."

"Mr. Sparrow, I would not have my husband be on the wrong side of the law," Elizabeth said.

Jack grinned coyly, "Well now that we know who is the power behind the marriage," Elizabeth frowned at Jack, "May I suggest finding a new bride, whelp? One who won't slap ye around in the future?"

Elizabeth's face had acquired a reddish hue- not of embarrassment or anything but a rather lovely shade due to anger. She raised her hand up and it started heading towards Jack. Noticing this Jack quickly moved himself and his chair closer to Will.

"Of course, seeing all the trouble you went to rescue her why don't you keep her," Jack said, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Elizabeth dropping her hand back to the table. He unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

At that moment there came a knocking from the door.

Elizabeth excused herself and peered out the window to try to get a better view of who is was.

"Oh no," she said rushing back to Will and Jack as the knocking continued.

"It's James; you'd both better get out of here. Will you make it to the wedding tomorrow?" She asked hastily moving to the other side of the room and grabbing a letter folded over thrice and handing it to him.

Jack accepted the letter and stuffed it in his pocket, so that it resided with the hidden gift.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," he said, glad to see that both Elizabeth and Will smiled at his acceptance.

The knocking intensified, and they could hear someone else's voice out there, "Elizabeth? Elizabeth will you please open the door?"

"Father," Elizabeth whispered before pointing to another room.

"Your father and Norrington, lovely," Jack said sarcastically.

"I'll distract them," Elizabeth said already moving forward to the door.

"Come on," Will said, grabbing Jack and running quietly through the house to the back, "We'll take the window out."

Jack smiled at Will, "Nice to see you finally have remembered how to come up with creative exits."

Will quickly pushed the window open and assisted Jack with stepping up so he could go through it.

"Watch your head," Will warned.

"Will you watch it, whelp? I've been doing things like this since before you were born," Jack said, squeezing himself through the window and popping out on the other side and jumping down. Only a moment later, Will repeated the same action and landed softly on the ground.

"Where to now?" Will asked, letting Jack take the leadership role.

"Our separate ways," Jack said, moving already. The sun had not moved much from before he had entered the house, and he did not fancy staying out in it for long.

He left behind him a bewildered looking Will, but there was no way to help that. Jack had a wedding to attend, and some things to take care of before then.

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TBC

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Thank you everyone, for your kind reviews! They have given me the inspiration to continue with the story, actually to continue posting it, even though it was later than intended. Sorry. :(

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