A/N: Well, it's sad to say but I'm drawing near the end of this story. Sniffles. I had a blast writing it and I hope you've had a blast reading it as well. I'm going to write a sequel if I get around to deciding what I want it to be about…that's always a hard decision. …I hate that decision…..lol. Well read this and review…its not over yet!
Chapter Eight:
Preparation: The Night Before
Usually, the slow ride back to Port Royale would've been great seeing as the commodore wanted to marry the day after we returned, That just made me want to get there quicker, just to get it over with. Jack would sometimes pop on board to get a bit of fresh air. This was my idea.
"So, I hear you and dear old Commodore Norrington are getting married." He told me once as he sat against the mast where I was standing. I could tell by the tone of his voice, he wasn't too sure on how to react.
"If you really call it a marriage," was my reply. We had been talking now, which was making the ride back to Port Royale even worse. I knew the Commodore would be hanging jack and despise my plea he was going to do it on our wedding day. He reassured me, however that I wouldn't have to see; besides I had to get ready for the 'big day'. Jack looked sad all the time too. I'm sure the commodore had told jack all about his plans.
"You'll do well, love," Jack said snapping me out my thoughts. I sat down next to him and placed a hand on to p of his. I smiled and closed my eyes, releasing the tears that I was holding in. He gripped my hand and we both remained silent.
It is my destiny after all, Jack," I replied as we bother looked out to sea. I turned to him and smiled. He shook his head.
"You're wrong there lass. Your destiny is to live w-"
"Mr. Sparrow, I would appreciate it if you wouldn't fill my fiancé's head with such nonsense." I stood up and looked at the Commodore. He was scowling and watched as they took Jack back to the helm.
"It's not nonsense. It was a conversation, and I-"
"Yes, yes. Now, Allison, from this moment we are a sophisticated couple." James looked at me and grinned before taking my arm and leading me off the Dauntless. I glared at him slightly, turning my head to look at Port Royal. It was exactly as we left it.
I looked back at the ship. I had wanted to go back. The trip needed to be longer and as I walked back to my abode, I couldn't help but wonder if I made the wrong decision.
The dress is absolutely ghastly. I couldn't shake the feeling that maybe perhaps the Commodore took part in picking out the damned thing. But, I tired it on any way, I had to I have a choice. It was my fate that my wedding gown should be as grotesque as my groom to be was.
When I slipped on the dress, I knew for sure that the commodore had picked it out. My chest area was very large. This man really needed to never go dress shopping again. Then that made me think. The dress I wore to my "breakfast date" was a gift from him that fit perfectly fine. Maybe now, he thought he could do it on his own with out the help of my mother.
"I knew that man would make a mistake somewhere. That's why I-" I tuned her out, I really didn't care. She left my side and walked out of the room. While she was gone my father entered the room a look upon his face that confused me. Was he unhappy about his own decision?
"Allison, are you sure you want to go through with this?" he asked me as I stared in the mirror. I scowled. Now that I knew the truth my feelings for my father were completely different.
"Of course. After all father he was…your choice." He wasn't sure what I meant by that, and honestly, neither did I. My step-mother returned to the room carrying a large white gown. She put it on me. It was perfect. It was white with the perfect amount of black and red ribbon to tie the bodice. I had no clue on how to react. Who's dress was this? I do not really know any body who would actually wear a dress as gorgeous as this one.
"Don't took too surprised, Allison. It was your mother's." My step-mother told me after she had tied the strings on the corset. My father eyed it with distasteful eyes. The memory of what happened came back to him, I could tell.
I sighed. I need to see Jack again, but knowing the commodore he'd probably say that a lady on her wedding night should not be in such a place.
I couldn't sleep. I kept tossing and turning and when I did fall asleep I'd have a night mare about something or another. I was put to board at the commodore's home, which was just as distasteful as the dress he had picked out. I sat up. I need to see Jack Right now.
I pulled my self out of bed and pulled on my robe. I hurried to the door, stubbing my toe on the dresser to the side of the bed. I hopped to the door and pried it open. I took a deep breath, before walking down the stairs. I glanced at the clock, it was hardly ten past nine.
The light from the fire was illuminating the hall way just out side the study. I stopped by the door. I could hear the commodore writing away. I heard him sigh, he knew I was there.
"Allison, shouldn't you be in bed?" He asked, from with in the room. So much for sneaking out. I entered the room he was sitting at his desk with Gillette at his side. I smiled sheepishly.
"I'm afraid I am unable to sleep," I admitted slowly. He looked up and smiled before placing his pen down.
"If you are thinking of Mr. Sparrow, he is absolutely fine." He said as if reading my mind. He got up and turned to the book shelf behind him.
"I need to see him…" I said as he began looking through a large book. His head snapped up.
"Allison it's too late-"
"I need to know that he's okay," I ignored his reply.
"I assure you he's absolutely fine." He told me walking forward.
"I need to see for my self."
"You need to sleep, you have a big day ahead you tomorrow."
"I cannot rest nor marry unless I see jack," I said finally. The commodore looked taken aback. He nodded his head after a moment and turned to Gillette.
"Would you please escort my fiancé' to the fort, Gillette?" I smiled and thanked the commodore.
As soon as we reached the fort I ran down the stairs to where Gillette had told me Jack was. I looked at him, he was just leaning in the corner with his hand propping his head up on the side. He noticed me and sat up.
"Ye should be in bed, lass," he told me as I kneeled next to where he was. I smiled and placed my hands on the cell door.
"I couldn't fall asleep. I needed to see you." I said and watched as he studied me.
"Came all the way down here in your nightie lass?" He raised and eyebrow and I pulled my robe around me tighter. It got silent and I looked to floor.
"I guess you came to say good bye then?" His voice was softer and I looked up.
"Your captain Jack Sparrow…there is never a good bye. I pray that maybe something will happen to prevent you from being hung tomorrow…" I told him and he looked at me confused. Gillette tapped my shoulder and I looked up at him.
"Good bye Jack…" I said, as he led me out of the fort and back to the commodore's house where he ushered me off to bed. Tomorrow would be very interesting.
A/N: Yay…this chapter's longer…I think. I'm not sure….sigh. I think theres only on my chapter to go…and maybe an epilogue…that would be fun….lol review!
-Silent Remedy-
