Disclaimer: And just to be different, I don't own POTC.

"So you did make it." Will smiles.

Jack rolls his shoulders and grins. "Wouldn't miss this wedding for anything, son, and you know it."

Will raises an eyebrow. "Really? Why do I find that so hard to believe, especially coming from you?"

Jack grins, gold teeth glinting. "You jus' answered your own question, mate."

Will rolls his eyes, then gets back to work.

"I thought you said today was your wedding day." Jack sidles around the blacksmith's, looking at the rows of swords.

"It is." Will looks up, confused.

"Well, why aren't you getting ready for it?"

Will looks up from his forge. "All I need to do is change clothes, Jack. There's at least three hours until the wedding starts. So I've got plenty of time to kill." He pauses. "Why?"

Jack turns around, beads in his hair clinking. "Squirrel headed off to Liz's place to get ready for the wedding an hour ago."

"Oh." Will goes back to work, trying to hide a smile.

"Why is it that women always take bloody ages to get ready for anything?" Jack grizzles.

Will gives up trying to work. "Why are you here, Jack? No, better question. How did you get past all the guards?"

Jack grins. "Squirrel put on her dress, then we waltzed right past them." Will raises an eyebrow. Jack rolls his eyes. "Fine, fine. I snuck in, and she waltzed in. Happy?"

Will smirks. "Does she know you're here?"

Jack shrugs. "Does Elizabeth?"

Will pretends not to hear. "What are you going to do about your clothes, Captain? Norrington will notice you for sure if you wear... that."

Jack looks insulted. "Sod the Commodore. I'm a pirate, and I wear what I like, savvy?"

Will wanders to the back of his workshop and comes back with a bundle of clothes in his arms. "You could wear this." He holds up the hat. Jack laughs and rolls his eyes.

"There's no way you're making me wear that outfit."

Will grins. "Are you sure about that? When Squirrel dropped by she said she thought you'd look good in it." It is a barefaced lie, but Will thinks he might as well try. Jack scowls thoughtfully.

"Well, it is only a wedding. A one-off thing…" He takes the clothes from Will. "Don't you dare tell anyone you made me do this, or I swear I'll kill you."

"Of course, Jack." Will smiles knowingly.

Jack shuffles through the clothes for a minute, muttering to himself, then stops, and turns back to Will. "I've got a question, mate. And don't you laugh at me."

"Sure." Will shrugs. "What is it, Jack?"

Jack suddenly seems very uncomfortable. "Erm… Look, you know how there was the whole Black Pearl, Barbossa, that adventure thing… Ah, after I made my… rather remarkable…exit, what exactly happened?"

Will blushes slightly. "Norrington decided to let you have one day's head start."

Jack frowns. "No, no, no I mean between you and Lady Elizabeth."

"I…" Will's voice cracks, and he clears his throat and starts again. "I proposed to her, and then we…" Will turns even redder. "Yes, I proposed to her, and now we're finally getting married."

Jack raises an eyebrow and grins. "Right." The grin fades. "How exactly do you propose to a girl, anyway?"

Will stops blushing. "Why?"

Jack looks away and pulls at his beard. "No reason, just curious is all…"

Will tries not to smile. "Well, you have to buy her a ring." Jack nods, trying to pretend he isn't paying attention. "You go down on one knee in front of her…"

"Like this?" Jack goes down on one knee in front of Will. Will raises an eyebrow but nods. "Then what?"

"Then you hold out the ring," Will says, "And you say, 'Will you marry me?'"

Jack half-frowns, half-grins. "Is that it?"

"Pretty much." Will stares down at the kneeling pirate. "You put the ring on her left hand, on this finger." Will holds up his own hand to demonstrate. "Then you're engaged."

"Roight." Jack nods. "Engaged. Ok then." He stops, looks around, then up at Will, grinning. "Sorry, Mister Turner, it's not you. It never would've worked out between us. Sorry." Will laughs and tries not to turn red. Jack pulls himself to his feet, also laughing. "So after the engaging, then what?"

"Then you get married." Will grins. "And you'll find out about that today. In about three hours."

Jack nods. "Righty-o."

"So," Will folds his arms and smiles kindly. "Who's the lucky girl you're proposing to?"

"None of your damn business," Jack growls with a grin.