Hey guys, I'm so sorry that it took this long. Things have been very hecktic. I had a school play, then exams, and then my grandma died. I'm fine though so don't worry about me. Here's the next chap and I hoope to update all of my stories aevery day since the second movie is coming and if I don't finish them the movie will make them boring, if you understand what I mean.

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Jack Sparrow yawned widely making it quite apparent that he was bored out of his mind. He glanced around for something entertaining. Elizabeth had sent him over early to sit.

He walked between the rows of pews to the alter and made a mock bow to it as he had seen so many do when he had found himself impersonating a clerk of the Church of England. He found it quite strange, bowing to a table, or perhaps he was bowing to the chairs, or the cross? Whatever! What did it matter? He wasn't religious. Then something caught his attention. A music making device! An organ! Standing behind it he decided to press as many keys as he could at the same time. A loud, bellowing noise emitted from the brass pipes. It was so loud, he was sure that the ground shook and the ceiling was going to cave in.

"Oops." He whispered.

"Mr. Sparrow!"

"Damn it!" He cursed under his breath as Commodore Norrington strolled between the pews with his hands behind his back.

"What do you want Norry?" He was very biturbed at the smug look on the Commodore's face.

"Nothing, Mr. Sparrow. I, like you, was sent to prepare for the ceremony."

"Prepare for the ceremony?" He asked absent-mindedly. Elizabeth hadn't mentioned preparing for anything.

"You amuse me, Mr. Sparrow."

"I amuse you Norry?"

"As amusing as your pet name for me is, I wish for you to call me Commodore, Commodore Norrington, or Mr. Norrington."

"All right – Norry."

Captain Jack Sparrow was a good man, a good pirate and captain. Honest and loyal (most of the time). He was a good swordsman, and an excellent thinker. While he could seem eccentric and insane at some times, he knew exactly what he was doing (most of the time). But no matter what, Captain Jack Sparrow could never resist a little mischief, especially when it included his curiosity. There he sat in the final pew at the back of the chapel. No one could see him at his works of mischief. He attempted tripping the bride, but she was smarter and saw his foot. He tried to make Will laugh by making faces at him, but all he received from Will was a blank look, which wasn't out of the ordinary. He had bought the ring bearer off with a gold chain in exchange for one of the rings. However, he was ratted out and didn't even get his chain back. He was beginning to wish that he had done something to Will's clothes when he had been alone with them, when he saw it. At the end of the pew infront of him was a man with dirty-blonde hair and he had a fancy, black, tricorn hat with white feathers in hit. Jack was certain that the man wouldn't mind if he improved it.

Jack'sammusment errupted chaos.

"Bloody Hell!"

"Sorry mate, had to entertain meself."

"Jack!"

"What?"

"Jack!"

"What!"

"Mr. Sparrow!"

"What Norry!"

Will, Elizabeth and Commodore were all yelling at him.

"Jack!"

"Jack!"

"Mr. Sparrow!"

"— how could you...?"

"Do something like this, Edward..."

"Are you all right, sir?"

"Fine." The man with dirty blonde hair answered.

"Why doesn't anyone ask how I am," Jack whined. "I'm dying of boredom."

He sighed in exasperation when no reply came.

"Perhaps we could lock him in his room." Elizabeth suggested as she and Will were preparing for the reception.

"Elizabeth!"

"What if he tries to sculpt the cake or something of that repulsive category?" She insisted to Will.

"He'd never forgive us," Will insisted. "You can try, but I don't think he'll stay."

"You're probably right." She sighed and picked up her necklace and began to fasten it around her neck.

There was a long pause in which Will shifted uneasily.

"How do you know Edward?" He finally blurted out.

Elizabeth turned around to look at him and blushed.

"He's a friend... from England." She said uneasily, trying to divert him from the truth. Quickly she turned to fastening her earrings on.

"You mean when you lived there before?" Will pressed.

"No." She answered honestly, fastening the last earring. She couldn't lie to him. "Do you remember when my father and I went to live in England for a year, when I was seventeen?"

"Of course."

"My father wanted to present me to the society of England and that's where I met him."

"Oh." He seemed to suddenly understand what she meant.

Checking her hair in the mirror one last time she turned around and walked over to stand infront of him where he was sitting on her bed.

"Nothing happened, I promise. I love you and I'm married to you now, and him coming here is not going to change any of that."

Will rubbed his hands up and down her arms, and then brought them to rest, clasping her hands in his. "Maybe you need to remind me of that sometimes."

He pulled her closer to him and slowly moved in to kiss her.

Elizabeth closed her eyes as their lips made contact and she felt a jump of happiness in her stomach. She sat next to him on the bed.

Quickly she pulled away and looked at the quilt on her bed.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you or something?"

Elizabeth looked up at him and he saw that she was crying.

"Elizabeth, what is it love?" He wiped her tears and looked into her eyes.

"It's nothing." She sniffed wiping her eyes.

"I know you, and you don't cry about nothing, tell me... what is it?"

"It's just..." She couldn't force it out. "I love you so much, I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Nothing's going to happen to me." He answered, slightly confused.

"Just... be careful."

"Elizabeth, you're not making sense—"

"Just stay away from Edward, all right?"

She placed her hand over his and rubbed his hand in thought.

"Why?— Did he do something to you?"

He realized that she was shaking.

"Elizabeth, I'm not going near him, but I'm not letting you near him without me there."

"Will please." She placed her hand on his chest. "You have to promise me."

"Elizabeth, you're scared of him and I'm not letting him near you or you near him." He kissed her forehead. "What did he do?"

"Nothing. I just know him... He talks big, and you have to trust me when I say that nothing happened... because he might try to tell you otherwise."

"Why?"

"Because he wants to hurt you. He likes to be superior to others and he'll to anything to beat them down and show that he has the upper hand. You think you can trust him and then he pulls something."

"Elizabeth, what did he do to you?"

"Nothing, he didn't do anything. I'm telling you the truth."

"Then why did the relationship go bad... is that why you came back a month early?"

Elizabeth nodded. "I had to get out of there."

She was still shaking.

"Elizabeth, please tell me."

She shook her head, "I can't tell you."

"Please."

"No, you don't understand... I can't tell you, because I've erased it from my memory."

Will stared into her eyes and knew that she was telling the truth.

"All right." He nodded. "If he does anything... anything at all. You tell me, or Jack, even Commodore, just get away from him no matter what."

Elizabeth nodded.

Will threw his arms around her and kissed her with such force and passion that it made her head spin.

Jealousy? Hmmmm... Well, more tomorrow!

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