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.

Part Seven: Men with Three Names

There were at least a dozen eligible bachelors gathered together in the den; Colonel Bradley being one of them. He kept to himself, standing in between the den and the entryway. He wanted to check over each man who walked inside, making sure that he wasn't smuggling anything in – or out – and that they were behaving. By the looks on their faces, he guessed that about half of them were actually respectable men – the others slimy seadogs.

Glancing up at the stairs, he had to remind himself that Elizabeth was still asleep. She wouldn't be coming down until later, and he was somewhat grateful. He didn't want her to meet these men until he picked out every single one that didn't fit; which, in his opinion, was everyone.

Two men, whom he recognized as the two men from the day before, were just making it through the front door. Their eyes were turned away from him, but instead focusing on the other men gathered in the den. They were whispering amongst themselves, looking from the others to each other often. Bradley stood taller, clearing his throat to get their attention.

"Oh!" Mr. Turner said, "It's a pleasure to see you again, Colonel."

"Likewise," Bradley said shortly, glancing over Turner's cloaked friend. "How are you this day, Jacks?"

"I'm doing well, thanks," Jacks replied.

"So," Bradley changed the subject just as soon as Jacks' comment was out of his mouth. "Are you two gentlemen looking forward to the competition?"

"What competition?" Turner replied, showing a sly grin beneath his long gray beard.

"Do not be so cocky, Mr. Turner," Bradley warned. "Elizabeth is not one to take kindly to strangers, even merchant sailors such as you."

"Well we're just going to have to find out what she thinks for herself, won't we?" Turner countered, grabbing his friend's arm and leading him into the den. "Good day, Colonel," he muttered under his breath as he walked by.

Bradley huffed, glaring daggers at the two sailors. How Elizabeth would ever choose them was hard to believe. Letting out a deep breath through his nostrils, he looked up the stairs one more time. Governor Swann was just coming down the stairs, a proud look on his face. His smile was gigantic, and his eyes sparkled as he glanced at each man in the den.

"Ah, this should truly be wonderful," He said once he reached Bradley's side.

"Yes, of course, sir," Bradley lied, his eyes glaring once more at the other men.

"I have a good feeling about these men, Bradley," Governor Swann whispered. "They are so much more suitable for Elizabeth than that Will Turner back in Port Royal."

The name caught Bradley's attention faster than a cheetah catching its prey. "Turner?"

"Yes, William Turner," the governor replied. "Have you heard of him?"

"No, it's just," his eyes drifted to the two merchant sailors who were chatting amongst the others. "The name Turner sounds too familiar."

"Yes, it does," pondered Mr. Swann. "Why is that?"

Bradley glanced around the room, trying to figure it out as well. When his eyes caught on one of the sailors, he grinned slyly. "I think I know why."

XOXOX

"I don't like the looks of this," Jack whispered, nodding his head slowly to point to the governor and Bradley. "Bradley seems to have something in his eye."

Will casually glanced over, seeing the same as his friend. "Yeah, we better think of something quick."

"Follow my lead," Jack said, noticing the two men walking towards them.

"Good day, gentlemen," Governor Swann said, eyeing them slowly as he and Bradley made their way to Will's side. "How are you fairing?"

"Quite well, thank you," Jack replied, grinning beneath the hood of his cloak. "And yourselves?"

"Very well," Bradley said, flashing a mischievous grin at them.

"That's good to hear," Will said, smiling in return.

"Charlie Turner was your name, was it not?" the governor asked.

"Yes it is."

"Have you heard of William Turner, from Port Royal?"

"No, I haven't." He tried to keep his voice calm.

"No? Strange, you two have the same last name. Are you sure you never heard of him before?"

"Not a whisper, Sir."

Governor Swann turned to look at Bradley, "Well, it seems you were mistaken, Colonel."

Bradley glared at Will, unable to let the matter drop. "Yes, it does seem that way. Sorry for the interruption, gentlemen."

"It's always a pleasure," Jack said, grinning back at Bradley.

"Very well," Mr. Swann said, smiling. "Now is the time I should wake Elizabeth. Let us hope she isn't too upset with the matters at hand. We wouldn't want any trouble."

XOXOX

Elizabeth held her breath as the maid tightened the corset on her, pulling tightly on each thread. She wasn't found of the things, but she knew it was proper to wear them these days. As the maid finished the last thread, she felt relieved as the dress went over her head, fitting perfectly on her form.

"This looks lovely on you, Miss," the maid said, fixing every loose thread and making sure each crease was out.

"Thank you," Elizabeth replied, longing to look in the mirror to take a look herself. She had no time to see what the dress looked like for she slept in. Something she hadn't done for as long as she could remember.

"All done," the maid said, stepping away to allow Elizabeth a look in the tall mirror.

Elizabeth grinned, turning to her side to look over herself. It was a light blue dress, white lilies trailing along the edges and lace covering her upper chest. Her hair was in a nice bun, one small curl flowing down along her neck, and the necklace around her neck was a small locket in the shape of a lily.

She looked beautiful, but she wondered if it would be enough. "Is my father downstairs?" She asked the maid.

"He should be coming up shortly, Ma'am."

A knock on the door answered her question, and Elizabeth smiled. "Come in."

Her father stepped in, a proud look in his eyes as he glanced over her. "Ah, Elizabeth, you look lovely today."

"Thank you," she said, walking over to join his side.

"Now, I have gathered some men together to join us for breakfast, is that alright?" He seemed nervous, but Elizabeth merely smiled.

"Yes, that's fine."

XOXOX

Will saw Elizabeth walk down the stairs on her father's arm. She looked stunning in her gown, and he felt his breath leave him. He could only imagine how he was going to continue to pull this off. Wanting to rush to her, he bit his lip tightly, causing a small slit to open his lip. The taste of blood kept some of his attention off of her, and he turned to face Jack.

"We may have a problem," he whispered.

Jack glanced at Will, then at Elizabeth, then back at Will. "Control yourself, mate. We need to make this work in order for the lass to choose you."

"What if she doesn't?"

Jack raised an eyebrow, looking his old friend square in the eye. "You really think she wouldn't, aye? Would you like me to explain it to ye?"

"No," Will said, scratching his chin under his fake beard.

"Good, now, get ready."

"Good morning, gentlemen!" Governor Swann said, raising his hand to catch everyone's attention. "This is my lovely daughter Elizabeth." He patted her hand softly. Each man gave a small wave, but Will just winked at her. "She will be joining us for breakfast. Now, why don't we go get ourselves seated, shall we?"

The small group left the den and walked into the dining hall, each man taking his seat as close as they could get to Elizabeth. Will and Jack quickly found seats across from her, and snatched them before anyone else could. The food was already placed on the table, covered with a tin lid, and there were servant behind each seat, waiting until the cue to open the lids.

"Now, let us not wait any longer," Governor Swann said. "Enjoy."

The servants reached over and pulled the lids off, revealing plates of bacon, eggs and potatoes. Will exchanged a glance with Jack before reaching for his fork to begin eating – properly, of course.

XOXOX

After the meal, they were led back into the den, where Elizabeth would begin her questioning. She had spent the night preparing a list of questions to ask, and now she would get some use of them.

She went through her questions quickly and smoothly, the men she asked were sweating like wild dogs. From her seat she could tell they were growing nervous, and the tension hung thick in the air. As the hours passed, they went back into the parlor for lunch, ate, and then returned to the den for further questioning.

The day lasted long, and Elizabeth held her grin as she finished the last question. "Mr. Turner," she asked Charlie, alias Will. "Do you like the sea?"

Turner's eyes glistened, and he chuckled softly. "Of course, Milady. How could I not? The salty sea air, the soft breeze on my face, and the everlasting look on the horizon; I find it all quite beautiful."

Elizabeth smiled softly, turning to face her father. "I think I am done for a day," she said, standing up. The rest of the men stood with her. "Good-night gentlemen," she said, slightly bowing her head.

"G'night, Milady," they answered, bowing as she left the room.

She walked up the steps, feeling quite sure of herself. She had presented herself to them as if she had never met Will or Jack before in her life. Hopefully they fell for it. It would be a nightmare if they had actually found out who they really were. Most likely they would hang Jack, just because he's a pirate. And, since no one knew of the governor's clemency towards Will, they might hang him as well.

Elizabeth shivered at the thought as she opened her room door. She couldn't allow herself to fail. She had to save them both. They rested in her control. The only problem she had left to face.

How could she marry Will if he was under the name of Charlie?

XOXOX

Bradley waved goodbye to the last of the suitors. They were talking amongst themselves about how they thought of Elizabeth, making sure they didn't say anything disrespectful until they were out of earshot and had a few drinks of rum to wash it down it. The last two men still there was Charlie Turner and his smug friend Jacks. This was his last chance to catch them.

"Mr. Turner!"

Turner paused, turning around with his eyebrows raised. "Yes, Colonel?"

"May we have a moment?" he asked as he began to walk towards the two men.

"It seems we already do," Jacks said, grinning softly.

"It seems that way, Jacks. This wont take long, gentlemen."

Turner nodded, waving his arm slowly. "Go on, Colonel."

Bradley took a step closer, "Turner. Now, that's not a very popular name, is it?"

"It depends on where you are from, sir."

Bradley shook his head, "Don't play coy with me, Will Turner. I know who you are."

"Is that so?"

"You are the man that lives in Port Royal, the man that Elizabeth is in love with."

Turner laughed, slapping his friend in the stomach. "He thinks she loves me! Man, I sure hope so!"

Bradley lowered his voice in a rasp whisper. "Don't think I don't know who your friend is either, Mr. Turner. I could have you both arrested as we speak."

"Then why don't you?"

Bradley grinned, "I like to keep up an appearance. Here are my terms. You shall not speak to Elizabeth, nor shall you go near her. She is no longer your concern now that she lives here with me. Also, you shall take your friend back to Port Royal where you came from and I shall act like I have never seen you pirates."

"If we don't?" Jack asked, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms across his chest.

"I would hate to see Elizabeth cry when she sees your crimpled bodies hanging by the neck outside on a tree."

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