Title: At Least Once More

Rating: PG-13

Summary: A day just like any other. But this day was going to be special. Will was finally going to propose to Elizabeth, and he even brought back Jack Sparrow to celebrate the wedding! But there's only one thing wrong with Will's plan: there was no blushing bride-to-be on Port Royal.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything POTC, so don't kill me.

AN: Alrighty, I am back, again. I want to thank all of you who reviewed, I'm glad you enjoyed it! I hope you like what's next to come! I am trying to get over writer's block, so if this sucks, don't be mad, please. I'm working on it. Thank you and now, on with the story!

Part Two: London Bound

Dark clouds hung in the air, the wind blew rapidly against the windows. Elizabeth sat at her desk, watching as the tree branches flew in the air. It felt like a hurricane, and Elizabeth clutched onto her dress for warmth. Swallowing back her fear, she thought of something more cheerful.

The thought of Will's return put a grin back on her face, and she bit back her scream of excitement. It had been a week since his departure, and she couldn't understand why it was taking him so long to return. Every night, before she closed her eyes for bed, she prayed a soft prayer of safety.

With a heavy sigh, she ran her pen across the sheet of paper swiftly. Every morning she would write to Will, telling him of her dreams, and how she wished for him to come home. She knew he would never read them, but with each word she wrote, she felt a part of it was being told to him, even though he was not around to read it. She placed the ink pen down, blowing gently for it to dry before folding it softly to be placed into its envelope. After she sealed it shut, she gave it a soft kiss, leaving painted red marks on the white paper.

A knock on her door interrupted her thoughts, and she quickly locked her new letter in the drawer with the rest. "Yes? Come in." She said softly, standing up.

A maid walked in, followed by her father. The look on his face told her enough – he had bad news. She swallowed back her thoughts, not allowing herself to think of anything horrible. With her hand on her chest, she waited breathlessly until her father spoke.

"Elizabeth, darling," He said, walking over to her slowly. "I'm afraid I have something to tell you. I'm not sure you will accept it, though."

"What is it?" She nearly whispered. Half of her wanted to ask if it was Will, but the other half of her wanted to remain silent. She chose the second.

"I have been summoned back to London on the next ship. We will be leaving at dawn."

The words hit her in the heart, and she clutched her chest tightly. "What?"

Her father shrugged a shoulder softly, his eyes not looking at her but at the floor. It was as if he was afraid to be stared down, as if her look would kill him. "I am sorry, it is my duty."

"Then you go!" The words flew out of her mouth before she could stop them. "Let me stay here. I have no reason to return to London."

At this he looked at her, his eyes glaring down at her as if she was a misbehaving child. "You are my daughter, and therefore a representative of Port Royal and myself. You can't expect me to leave my daughter here while I live in London."

"But father…."

"No, Elizabeth. I will not leave you here just waiting for Will Turner's return. You are to come with me to London, and that is final."

"I can't believe you are doing this to me!" Elizabeth said, tears forming in her eyes but she dared not let them out. She couldn't cry in front of her father. Not yet. "You know Will shall return soon. This is just so I won't marry him, isn't it?"

"If that is what happens, then so be it."

She couldn't speak another word. Her father had told her more than enough. It seemed he had made up his mind on this decision long before she was even told. And it seemed she was to be gone on the next boat to London. Never to see Will again.

With a sigh, her father relaxed some. "Are you coming, Elizabeth?"

She looked at him through tears, her bottom lip trembling as she spoke. "It seems I have no choice."

"Good, Carla here will begin to pack your things. Goodnight, Elizabeth." He waited a moment for a response, but when she gave him none he walked briskly out of the room. The maid paused, afraid to move without being attacked.

Elizabeth looked at her, "You may get started, Carla. Thank you."

She nodded slowly, and went on to pack, afraid to look Elizabeth in the eyes.

Swallowing back her tears, Elizabeth forced herself not to cry. She couldn't let herself break at a time like this. Even if it meant she kept it in, she couldn't let the tears escape her eyes.

Sunrise couldn't have come sooner. Elizabeth felt like she was carry the weight of the world on her heart, and she had to force herself to walk across the dock. The handmaids carried her bags of luggage, and she dared not look back at her empty home. Commodore Norrington was standing near the ramp, his face the usual grim expression, his back still arched and his hands still placed neatly behind him. Elizabeth took a deep breath as she neared him, feeling her insides turn.

"Hello Commodore," she said quickly, not realizing she sounded bitter.

"Good day, Miss Swann," he replied, giving his head a small nod in greeting. "Are you ready to depart?"

"To be honest, Commodore, I am not ready to leave Port Royal until I have wed," she replied. "But, this is a decision I did not make, so I suppose my father and my effects are ready."

"I am sorry about the matter, Miss Swann. You must understand I had no part in deciding this."

Elizabeth stood up straight, her angry eyes turned to caring ones as she looked at him. "I do understand, Commodore. Thank you."

"Ah, Elizabeth, you have come," her father said, joining her side on the ramp. "I was beginning to wonder if you had changed your mind."

"My mind has never changed, father. It is just that my mind has been made up for me, and I had to come along. Now, if you'll excuse me, I should get aboard so we can set sail."

Will and Jack were on sea for longer than they hoped for. And Will's anxiousness was swelling inside of him with each moment they traveled. Jack could see the excitement in the young boy's eyes, and he hid his amusement. Sort of.

"So, how are ye planning on asking her, mate?" Jack asked as they neared the shores of Port Royal.

Will opened his mouth, but closed it. Panic written all over his face. "I haven't figured that out yet!"

Jack shook his head, patting his old friend on the back. "You best be thinking of it soon. It won't be long before we are at shore with her."

Will nodded, and they prepared to dock.

"Look, I'm shaking," Will said, glancing down at his hands as they walked towards Elizabeth's home. "I haven't stopped since we've arrived."

"Just relax, you're too nervous," Jack said. "You need to be calm, a gentleman," he straightened his collar, and brushed off some dirt from his jacket.

Will raised an eyebrow, "Like you?"

"Yes, of course," Jack replied.

Shaking his head, Will walked up the steps to the front porch. The front door just inches away from him. And the many years he will spend with Elizabeth were waiting for that knock.

Taking a deep breath, straightening his jacket, he knocked on the door. He could hear feet going swiftly across the floor on the other side, and he pondered what they could possibly be doing. A young maid opened the door a crack, a shocked expression displayed on her face when she saw the two men before her.

"Can I help you?" She said softly, slowly stepping in front of the door.

"Yes, is Elizabeth Swann home?"

Her eyes widened. "I'm sorry, sir. But Miss Swann doesn't live here any longer."

"What?" Will shouted, his heart feeling as though it dropped faster than gravity. "Where did she go?"

"She and her father moved to London this morning. We are packing the remaining of their items right now. Would you like me to write a note to send with them for her, sir?"

"No, no. That's alright." Will said, biting his lip as not to scream in anger. "I'll just have to go to London to see her."