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A/N: This story needs more reviews… and I'm going to sulk in the corner until I get more! -pout-
The guard hurries through the crowds. Of all the times for him to sleep in, the wedding day of the governor's daughter had to be the very day! Commodore Norrington will not be pleased. The guard can see the big marquee being set up behind the fort walls. There looks to be a huge party. The man concentrates on running.
He checks his pockets again. Yes, his invitation is still there. Hopefully, the wedding isn't completely over. He could just slip into the crowd as it files out of the church… or he could head over to the marquee and pretend to be guarding the workers and the chefs as they hurry to prepare the meals…
"Pardon me, chum!"
The guard hits a fist and falls to the ground. The three men appear out of nowhere.
"Watch where you're going!" The guard says, holding a hand to his broken nose. Damn damn damn. Blood on his uniform. That won't be easy to explain.
"May I see your invitation, good sir?" One of the men smiles and holds out a hand. "This will only take a moment." The guard fumbles in his coat and pulls out the white card. The man takes it, and examines it thoughtfully for a moment. He chuckles.
"Mister Smith. How ironic. Well, Mister Smith," he smiles at the guard. "Everything seems to be in order. Thankyou for your time." The man tucks the invitation into his coat and saunters off.
"Oi!" The guard gets to his feet. "Give that back!"
The other two men close in, grinning. "Don't worry, chum!" One of them grins. "You won't be needing it where you're going!"
"What do you …"