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Nuriel the Pirate

Chapter 2: In Prepatation for the Wedding

He was roughly shaken awake the next morning. "Mr. Turner!" Someone was hissing insistently in his ear. " Mr. Turner, get up!"

He groaned and opened one eye, glaring at the person disturbing him. It only took him a moment to realize that Commodore James Norrington was standing over him.

"C-Commodore." He stuttered. "What – ?"

He was going to ask what he was doing there but Commodore interrupted him.

"You need to get ready for your wedding Turner." Said Commodore, his face expressionless. "If the Governor finds you in this state with Miss. Swann ..." He let his voice drift off leaving Will to guess the rest. He stared at the Commodore looking at his eyes for something. He didn't even know what he was looking for. Perhaps he was looking for his feelings on their marriage, or his feelings on the state that he had found the two of them in, even though they hadn't done anything. He struggled a little bit to get out of bed and not wake Elizabeth which was difficult to do since she had her head on his chest. Once he had freed himself he laid her head on the pillow and kissed her on the cheek. He let his lips linger for a moment before pulling away, and rubbing the spot where he had kissed her with his thumb. It was as if he were trying to rub it into her skin and make it a permanent reminder. Commodore watched quietly before ushering him out of the room, and closing the door quietly behind them.

"You are rash Turner." Commodore confirmed, leading him down a hallway. "You do realize that your actions have consequences."

He didn't answer and Commodore took his silence as a question to what he meant.

"All of Port Royal is watching you. They're waiting for you to mess up and find a reason to hate you or gossip about you, especially Elizabeth's father. He's willing to find any reason for her not to marry you. You're only giving it to them by running around and doing rash things with Miss. Swann."

"But nothing happened." He insisted.

"I believe that but none the less, you two were found together and it could jeopardize your marriage. Don't you see Mr. Turner, I'm trying to warn you before one of you gets hurt."

"Why are you warning me?" He asked stupidly. "Why aren't you encouraging this with her father? Why don't you loathe me?"

"Because I find no reason to."

"But you loved her at one time."

They stopped in front of a door.

"I did at one time, but it wasn't as you would believe it to be. It was because of society that we were supposed to take an interest in one another. I may have loved her, but there is only so much love that you can give when your love is partially arranged. I did love her, but that door is closed and I feel no regret that it passed me by. I only want to warn you about what lies ahead of you. Society is cruel and vicious, but don't let them get to you." He turned to the handle on the door, preparing to turn it.

"Commodore." Will stopped him. "Thank you."

Commodore nodded and smiled at him. "Mr. Turner, there is something behind this door and it will surprise you. Do not be alarmed."

He turned the door handle, and opened it revealing a room. It had blue walls and the furniture consisted of dark wood couches and chairs. The pattern of the fabric was blue and gold with alternating blue and gold throw pillows. The wooden floor was the same dark wood as the furniture. In the corner there lay his wedding clothes: A green waistcoat, a fancy white peasant shirt, a green necktie, green trousers that buttoned at the knee, and white knee socks, with black shoes and a gold buckle. In the corner adjacent to it was a chair and in the chair there was a man.

The man's faded black jacket was slung carelessly over the back of the chair that he was sitting in. He was examining his right hand which had three rings on it, and a black glove thats fingers only went to the knuckle. He had on a worn peasant shirt that was, at one time, white. It opened at the chest revealing slightly sunburnt skin. On top of the shirt was a faded blue vest, and a belt that slanted across his chest to connect his sword, which now lay at his feet, to the side of his hip. His feet were clad in worn brown boots, with the tops folded down. Tucked into the boots were gray pants which were held up by three belts. The first belt was a red and white stripped sash which was tied in a bow at his left hip and hung down to his calf. Tucked into it was his pistol. Laid loosely on top of that belt was a wide brown belt with a big bronze buckle. Then there was his small, but important, belt that held his sword. Also from this belt hung a black compass that didn't point north. He tossed his brown, almost black, hair to the side and threw his grey tricorn hat to the ground as he greeted them. His hair was full of braids, dread locks, and strings of beads. Holding down his flyaway hair was a faded red bandanna with small black markings on it. He smiled revealing silver and gold in his teeth and his coffee brown eyes lit up. The skin on his face was dark and tan, almost exotic. He had a brownish-black mustache that connected to his beard which was braided into two, small beaded braids.

" 'Ello mate." He said bowing.

It was the one, and only, Captain Jack Sparrow.

"Hello Captain Sparrow." Said Commodore in a bored, monotone voice.

"Jack, wh – what are you doing here? Why are you here?" He managed to stutter in shock.

"Why are you here? How – ?"

"Woah. Woah. Slow down mate." Jack interrupted. "One question at a time."

He decided to start from the top. He crossed his arms over his chest staring the pirate captain in the eye. "What are you doing here, and why?"

"I'm 'ere for the wedding of course!" Jack exclaimed.

"Who said you could come?"

Commodore sat down grinning, apparently amused with the conversation.

"Your fianc– wife," Jack answered. "She invited me. Thought I mighta wanted to see the wedding. I'm your wedding present."

"My wedding present," he asked nearly spitting the phrase.

"I'll tell Elizabeth that you didn' like me, and she should send me back," he began picking up his things.

"No, Jack," he tried to make amends. "It's great to see you."

Jack paused. "Really?" He was just like a child.

"Yes, and I want you to come to the wedding."

Jack smiled. "I accept."

Commodore's grin faded, and he looked as though pirates had begun to rule the government. "You're inviting him to the wedding?"

"Shut up Norry." Jack commanded.

"I gave you a pardon Jack Sparrow and I can take it away just as easily." Commodore threatened.

"Will," Jack complained in a childlike tone. "Tell 'im to stop pesterin' me."

Will didn't answer and went behind the dressing screen, taking his wedding clothes with him. He left them to their bickering and changed.

Crash.

She was woken by thunder. Rain pelted the window, and lighting lit up the room. Slowly she rolled out of bed and stood.

Crash.

It took her a moment to realize that Will was gone. Suddenly happiness spread through her; today she was getting married.

Jack hummed a little tune to himself as he strolled through the Governor's manor. Finally he found the front door. Neither the Commodore nor Will had offered to help him, but of course, he hadn't told either of them where he was going. Glancing around he took in the surroundings of the foyer and he noticed an umbrella stand next to the door. He recalled hearing rumors of the wealthy hiding their riches. Checking to be sure that he wasn't being watched he stuck his hand into the stand. With great satisfaction his hand hit something hard and with little effort he pulled it out. It appeared to be a part of a light fixture. Apparently someone had broken it and didn't want anyone to know. He glanced around for the broken fixture and found it to the left of the stand.

"Huh." He muttered strutting towards it.

He placed it back to where it had broken, it fit perfectly.

"Jack!" He jumped, dropping the broken piece to the floor with a loud clang.

"Jack! What are you doing?" Will yelled, walking down the stairs, apparently pissed at him.

"Nothin'" He called up to Will, picking up the broken peice and dropping it back into the stand, followed by a loud clang.

She gasped from the strong tug of her corset strings, as it fitted itself to her middle.

"There you are Miss." Estrella said tying her laces. She left to retrieve her dress from the next room.

A moment later she returned with her sweeping wedding gown hanging daintily from her arms. As Estrella helped her slip it over her head she began to get an uneasy feeling as she stared at her dress. It was low cut, the bodice was a cream color, and the sleeves were Elizabethan and made of a burgundy color of Spanish lace. Here under skirt was burgundy and visible under the cream colored skirt that covered it. The dress was lined with a burgundy ribbon, and a small flower pattern was visible on the cream fabric.

What if Will had left and decided to be a pirate?

What if she forgot what to say?

What if something happened?

What if Jack decided to raid the party?

Estrella suddenly gasped as she looked at her.

"What? What's wrong? Is a seam split? Is it dirty?"

"No Miss." Estrella answered in awe. "You look beautiful."

Knock. Knock. Knock. Someone was at the door. Estrella answered it and a man in a red suit walked in. His long, dirty-blonde hair was tied back in a red ribbon and his greenish-gray eyes were like the sea after a storm. Her heart stopped as she stared at the man before her.

"Surprise!" He yelled, his voice full of amusement.

She knew this man.

"Edward!" She exclaimed excitedly and they embraced like old friends for old friends they were.

"Look at your hair." She laughed, absent-mindedly fingering the ends of his hair. "It's so long."

He smiled, flashing bright, white teeth.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"I heard that you were marrying Mr. William Turner."

"How did you know about Will?"

"Beth," he answered matter-of-factly. "All of England heard of you and William's adventure with the infamous Jack Sparrow."

"Captain." She corrected him.

"Yes," he corrected himself. "But you can't exactly call him a captain."

Yes, she thought, this was the Edward that she remembered.

Author's Note:

So, there's my long awaited update. More about Edward soon. I hope. Thank you for reading!I hope you lot enjoyed it!

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