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Chapter Thirty One

That night Will and I got married. It was an exhilarating feeling, finally standing in front of a preacher with Will. I felt giddy, almost like a child again. When the preacher proclaimed us man and wife, Will threw his arms around me and kissed me. Later, Jack would tell us that Will had kissed me for more than five minutes.

After the small ceremony, our small group celebrated. Bootstrap Bill told us of how he met his wife and his own marriage while Jack made us laugh with his never-ending stories. Finally, Will and I excused ourselves and made our way into the room that we both now occupied.

Unable to stop laughing, I pulled Will closer to me, always keeping a step ahead of him. Soon we were falling onto the bed, our bodies entangled in each other's bodies. Gasping for breath, I managed to roll away from him, keeping one hand clamped firmly in his.

"I can't remember when I had ever been so happy," I exclaimed.

"It has been a long time," Will said softly, his free hand coming through my hair.

"When is all of this going to be over, Will?" I asked. "All of this pain, all of this running?"

"When we can defeat Davy Jones," Will said. "It's the only way to be sure that nothing else happens."

"Such an impossible task," I said.

"Difficult, but not impossible," Will stated.

Comfortable silence fell between us. I sighed happily. It seemed unbelievable that I was finally married to Will. I was now Mrs. Elizabeth Turner. The old Miss Elizabeth Swann was no more.

A scream reverberated through the streets outside, followed by more screams. Looking at me questionably, Will got up and went to the window. Gasping he pulled away from the window, and striding to the nightstand, he grabbed the sword that he had placed there and headed toward the door.

Standing up and rushing towards him, I grabbed Will's arm. "What is it? You're not leaving here without giving me an explanation."

"They're here," Will said, and in his eyes I could see the panic rising within him. "Davy Jones and his men have come for us."

I gasped, but I wasn't surprised. Somehow I knew that our false security wouldn't last forever. And we had unwittingly brought the wrath of Davy Jones to Port Royal. Would there be anyone left to carry on from those who would fall this night?

Will grabbed my shoulder urgently. "Now, you listen to me. You are to stay here and not come out, no matter what happens to me, or Jack, or my father. You, of all people, need to survive. That's an order."

"Will," I begged. "Please, let me go."

"No, and I won't have an argument now," Will said firmly.

Will turned and started to leave. Just when he was about to slip out the door, I rushed toward him. Grabbing his shoulder, I spun him around and hugged him fiercely. As I did so, I could feel him wrap his arms around me lovingly. Leaning back slightly, I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him fully on the lips. The moment was brief but it felt like an eternity.

"Come back to me, Will," I whispered in his ear. "Come back to me safely, you and your father and Jack."

Will pulled away and stroked my face. "I promise we'll be back safe and sound. You know we always get back somehow or another. Jack always seems to get us out."

I smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry. I'm just so worried about you all. I love you all so much."

Will touched his forehead against mine. "I promise we'll come back. I love you, no matter what happens."

Giving me a gentle kiss, Will left the room and closed the door firmly behind him. Suddenly, before I could react, a hand clamped down on my mouth and I felt my hands twist behind me.

"Why hello there, poppy," a familiar voice said behind me. "We've had a time of it tracking you. Now, when we get back, you can be so kind as to tell us where the Captain Jack Sparrow and Will Turner are located."

I struggled against my captor, but to no avail. Flipping me around to face him, the pirate glared at me angrily.

"Are you going to answer the question, poppy?" he growled.

I glared at him. "Never."

Without another word, I saw him lift his arm threateningly. The last thing I could remember before blacking out was an ominous fist and the sound of rough laughter.

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Author's Note: Chapter Thirty One for everyone. I hope you like the story so far. As I promised you, there's some action in this story. It's a little short but I couldn't make it any longer. And I had to make a good cliffhanger, sorry for those who hate cliffhangers.

Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed last chapter, I really appreciate it. Once again, I have to admit that I didn't realize this story was going to be so well received and beloved by everyone. And I have to say that I'm glad it is, or it would have been buried at the bottom of my "To Finish" list.

Anyways, thanks to everyone. I'll update as soon as I can. Don't forget to review!