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Isabelle frowned at her appearance in the mirror. Would Jack even recognize her? She barely recognized herself! Her hair was done up in a bun, with a few curls framing her face. Her dress was white, with sparkling beads making flowers that crept up the full length of the skirt. In the back was a large bow that flowed into her train. She turned toward Elizabeth, her Maid of Honor.
"Do you think he'll recognize me?" Isabelle asked.
"Of course he will!" Elizabeth laughed. Isabelle tittered nervously. A maid came at the door.
"'Tis time," she said. Isabelle felt excited, as she walked. The governor waited outside the doors. He had been like a father to Isabelle since she arrived in Port Royal a month ago. It was a week since she last saw Jack, and a terrible one at that. Isabelle took governor's arm.
"Thank you so much for handing me off, Mr. Swann," smiled Isabelle. He shook off the thanks with a wave of his hand. The door's opened. They stepped out into the aisle. Gasps could be heard throughout the company that'd come. A few of the crew had come to see her be wedded to their captain. Where was Jack? Ah yes he was hidden from view by people's heads…
Jack stood impatiently at the altar. His beard was missing (damn the governor), along with the bangles (damn him again), bandana (damn him to the depths of hell), and the untidy, dirty hair (damn Will). He stood in a suit borrowed from Will, his boots painstakingly polished, and his faced wash with much force from Elizabeth and many men (one received a bloody nose from his struggle). He tapped his foot, waiting for the doors to open, and his bride to step in.
Jack glanced around. He chewed on his tongue. The doors opened. The crowd rose. He stood on his toes to see her, but he couldn't. He sighed, feeling emotions creep up on him.
Isabelle came up on the altar. Jack was stunned. The minister smiled and began to speak, actually drone.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God, and in the face of this congregation, to join together this Man and this Woman in holy matrimony…"
Despite all her willingness to listen,Isabelle felt her attention ebbing away. A vacant look came to Jack's eyes. Isabelle smiled, setting her attention on his face. His eyes came back to life when the minister addressed him.
"Jack Sparrow, do you promise take Isabelle as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forth, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"I do," Jack replied. The minister smiled and turned toward Isabelle.
"Isabelle Black, do you promise to take Jack as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forth, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"I do," Isabelle smiled. The minister nodded.
"Jack, take the ring and hold Isabelle's left hand. Now repeat after me. With this ring, I thee wed."
"With this ring, I thee wed," Jack said, trying to keep his voice calm. His words were slurred slightly. He had a bit of rum before the wedding to calm his nerves. Didn't help much.
"And pledge thee my troth," continued the minister.
"And pledge thee my troth," Jack finished, slipping the ring onto Isabelle's finger. The minister nodded.
"Isabelle take the ring and hold Jack's left," the minister stated. "Repeat after me: with this ring, I thee wed."
"With this ring, I thee wed," repeated Isabelle.
"And pledge thee my troth."
"And pledge thee my troth," Isabelle said, her voice full of excitement.
"You have been wedded in the name of the Father, the Christ and the Holy Ghost," said the minister. "You may now kiss the bride." Isabelle and Jack kissed. Jack picked her up, making Isabelle squeal with surprise, and carried her to the harbor.