Chapter 1
Her long beautiful white train dragged down the aisle as she began to walk toward him, Will, the one true love of her life. Everything was absolutely perfect. All the guests she invited were there, even Jack. The day was beautiful and it matched the sunny weather she had envisioned in her dream wedding when she was a little girl. The march was playing smoothly as stepped softly to the tempo.
Thousands of random thoughts were flying fiercely through the future Mrs. Turner's mind that attempted to give her cold feet. But her brain's tricks wouldn't work; her mind was made up and completely set on Will. She loved him too much to go back now.
Every thought of regret poked and picked and nagged on her conscience. But there were other thoughts swimming in her cranium that she did agree with. Like how good Will was looking or how come those musicians couldn't fiddle any faster, the sooner she reached the altar the better.
Close to half way down the aisle Elizabeth's nervous self took her gaze off the guests and surroundings and fixed it on the sole object of her affection. Her dearest Will stood less than a hundred yards before her and that wasn't close enough. His gorgeous locks of thick dark hair hung close to his unbelievablely handsome eyes which were just as dark as his hair.
When his beautiful eyes met her gaze her heart flipped, her knees grew weak and every thought and breathe within her that didn't belong to Will erased itself. The music, the people, everything disappeared and left nothing behind but Will and her heart.
While she was lost in the sea if his eyes she apparently got lost in time as well. The slow beat had carried this bride only a few short steps from her man. No one could ever express the joy that overflowed from her soul at the words their minister spoke to begin the ceremony.
Now that she stood before him all the minister seemed to do was babble on aimlessly. The only thing she really heard was Will sweet voice speaking a breathy confident "I do" and the minister's request for her to say it herself.
"I," she began to say. Her eyes skimmed over the crowd that was awaiting her reply and spied something out of place in her perfect wedding. "Monkey," she said. I monkey was not the reply the huge crowd was wait for.
"Monkey," Will began questioningly, "that's not what you're supposed to say. Elizabeth what's going on?" She was to surprised to answer so she just pointed to the back of the green field where the wedding was being held. Will stared in that direction and saw a familiar brown monkey.
With his deep eyes he followed the animals trail from the top of a pillar to the head of the silversmith's wife, Jane. As the monkey danced around on her head, Jane screamed and hollered. Jack the monkey moved from guest to guests making each one do a dance of their own.
The lovers looked at one another and wondered who would do this and on their wedding day of all days. The bride and groom were already thinking so much alike that at the same time there thoughts jumped to their pirate friend. "Jack," they both said in unison.
Jack Sparrow leaped off the front row of chairs and over beside Elizabeth. "If I might interrupt I have not seen that monkey in months which reminds I want to shoot it. "Well then if it wasn't Jack then who else could it have been," Will said.
Another familiar face to the pair then appeared and looked around at the chaos she had caused. She walked down the long aisle toward the altar. Elizabeth was shocked, Will was confused, and Jack was still trigger happy. "Elizabeth, we met again," Tia Dalma said with her thick accent. "I must speak with you."