Today is the day that everyone in Port Royal has been waiting for, for many years. It was the day that Elizabeth Swann and William Turner were to marry. Although, Will was a blacksmith turned pirate it was right for the two to get married. It was as if it were written in the book of life before it began. The two belonged together and nobody understood that more than them.

The day started off as a beautiful morning the sun was out bright and happy the birds were singing the most wonderful tune as if they wrote it just for the special occasion.

There was much work to be done before the wedding guest arrived. Flowers had to be arranged, chairs had to be set in place and the food had to be prepared. The staff was on edge from all the excitement and the extra chores of cleaning and tidying up that had to be done before the wedding guests arrived.

Will walked into the foyer of the mansion, were he was greeted by a tall lanky man. "Welcome Sir! Are you ready for the big day," the man questioned him.

"Yes I am. It's been a long time coming," he said as he handed his coat to the butler who then hung it in the proper place.

"Follow me sir, they have prepared a room for you to get dressed in."

Will walked behind the man that was leading him to his room. The butler opened the door for Will and asked if he would be needing anything else, he replied "no sir, I am fine. You may go. Thank you."

After the butler left the room and shut the door behind him Will walked over to the bed and sat down. He noticed there was a piece of paper on the dresser that stood next to the bed. It was a letter addressed to Will, it was from his father.

Will,

My boy. Congratulations on your wedding today. Sorry that I am unable to make it to the wedding. My best wishes to ye and the Bride! Thank ye for all ye has done for me, but do not feel bad for not being able to save me. I did what I had to do to protect ye from the fate that lay ahead.

I also want ye to be careful of Tia Dalma. She is a powerful witch and there is something about you that has her vexed and she will only want more my son. She will do anything in her power to get it as well.

This is all I have to say and I wanted to let you know that there is no hard feelings with everything that happened. I love ye my son.

Bill Turner

"Father, it was my fault and I will live with the guilt forever," Will muttered under his breathe after he read the letter. He placed it in the drawer of the dresser that was next to his bed.

Will couldn't help but to think about what his father meant about Tia Dalma. As far as he knew she was harmless.

But He couldn't let these things bother him; it was all in the past. He no longer has a father because his father sacrificed himself for the reason that Will was young and in love and he needed to be with Elizabeth and there was nothing more that would make his father happier.

Jack was gone off to; well Will didn't quite know where he was. He was sort of glad Jack was gone to keep him out of trouble. Because where ever Jack went sure enough there was some harm being done somewhere else.

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"Ms. Tia, May I call you that," Lord Cutler Beckett asked the woman who was sitting in the chair.

"Call me what ya like. What service…may I do you? Hmmmm Mr. Beckett."

"Lord. It's Lord Beckett, actually"

"Okay, Lord Beckett, what service may I do you? You know I demand payment."

"Yes, I thought you might." He looks over to Mercer who is holding the compass that once belonged to Jack. "Will this do," he questioned as he handed it to Tia.

"The payment is fair, now what can I do for you Lord Beckett."

"It's not so much what you can do for me as what I need you to tell me."

"You want to know about William Turner, yes?"

"How did you… oh never mind that. Yes I want to know about William Turner, I heard you mention on several different occasions about his Touch of Destiny. What exactly do you mean by this," he questioned.

He wanted to know because if Will was to prose a huge threat for him in the future, then there would have to be something done about it. Will after all has the blood of a pirate running through his veins and he couldn't just let pirates roam free. After all piracy is a crime. Beckett thought to himself

"The boy in question does in fact have something about him. I feel it in me bones. He is the one in line to make you and your East India Trading Company fall to its knees. He will be the one to bring you and your beloved company down. William Turner is the worst thing that could happen to you," Tia replied as she rose from where she sat. She walked to the back of the hut to look for something.

"Oh, how can I know that you are telling me the truth? How do I know it tis not lies," he replied in an angry tone.

"It tis the truth! You choose to believe me or not Lord Beckett, if you choose not to believe in what I have told you it may be the end of you," she yelled back at him in rage. "Ahhh der it tis," she picked up a small vile. It was about the size of a small drinking glass and it was the shade of blue like no other eyes have ever seen before. Tia walked back to where Beckett stood. "Take it," she thrusted the small vile into his hands.

"This is going to do exactly what?"

"There is another thing I forgot to mention me Lord. William Turner will not be this powerful if he does not marry Elizabeth Swann. For if they are not married he wont do what he truly is meant to do. She is the key to everything you want Lord. She is what holds the true power."

Beckett looked at her in amazement. "And this does exactly what for me," he asked as he held up the vile.

"It persuades her to your side of course. She will only see but one man for her and dat man will be you Lord Beckett. You must get her to kiss you in order for it to effect her and you must drink it now."

He stood there numb, Elizabeth of course was the most beautiful creature he has ever seen with his own to eyes there was no argument there. What about her made her this powerful, he had to find out. He couldn't let the Pirates ruin his life, his lively hood. It was all his, he needed it to survive in this world.

"Thank you Ms. Tia. You have been a great service to the East India Trading Company. Jack Sparrow was not wrong in letting you go all those years ago," with that said he turned and looked to Mr. Mercer and drank the vile that he held in his hands, "It looks like we are to be at a wedding Mr. Mercer and its time to leave."

They left as quickly as they came. He was satisfied for now but he had to find out what the power was that she possessed and he had to use it for himself. There was nothing that was going to stop him, not even a man like William Turner.

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Elizabeth woke up to the noise of a maid roaming around her room. The maid opened the curtains and the light filled the room.

"Ah. Good morning miss. Sleep well," the maid asked.

"Yes thank you," Elizabeth responded as she sat up in her bed. Today was her day, she is to marry Will. Oh how she loved him and there was nothing that could change that.

There was one thing though; she couldn't shake the feeling that something just wasn't quite right. "Maybe its just cold feet," she mumbled to herself.

"Excuse me," the maid called out.

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking out loud. I will not be in need of your services in here for the rest of the day. Thank you," Elizabeth told the maid as she rose out of her bed.

"Oh thank you Miss. Today is going to be the most wonderful day of your life, if that's not to bold to say."

"No it is not. It will be wont it."

The maid bowed in the respectful way and exited the room leaving the door shut as she left. Elizabeth walked to where her robe was draped across the chair that sat in front of her desk. She put it on but there was this coldness that filled the room like little pieces of ice and clung to her skin. "Oh, I can't be getting sick. What is going on here," she mumbled to half herself and half to the wall.

She walked to the window that over looked that sea. The Caribbean was beautiful as usual. With all the blues and greens of the sea and the smells. It was home and it was where she belonged. Right along side it and in the arms of Will. She loved him more than any word could describe. He has been the one in her heart for half her life. Looking into his eyes as he held her that was the safest she has ever felt. When he held her it was like they melted into one, fused together forever. She couldn't imagine loving anyone more. He made her happy and that's all that mattered to her. He was her safe haven.

There was a knock at the door.

"Hello," Elizabeth called off.

"Miss. There is a guest here to see you," the voiced trailed off.

"One moment, Lizza. I need to change and I will let you know when to send them in."

"Yes ma'am," they closed the door and Elizabeth heard the foot steps trail off.

"I wonder who it could be," she thought to herself as she took off the robe and her night clothes to change into her house dress.