"You have no proof." Beckett replied smugly, though James was sure there was a hint of panic in his eyes. Elizabeth had stepped down and was pushing her way through the excited crowd. Will put his sword away quickly and left Norrington's side to make sure his wife was able to get through safely.

"Proof?" She repeated angrily, stepping into the man's face. "You forges documents to condemn my father so he would resign and so you could take his place!" One of Beckett's officials turned to the former Governor in shock.

"Is this true, Weatherby?" He asked. The old man sighed.

"Yes, regrettably it is..."

"He's lying of course!" Beckett said, avoiding the stare of the immovable Elizabeth Turner.

"You...you cad!" She cried, pushing at his chest. "Are you so power hungry that you are willing to overstep anyone in your way?"

"Know your place Miss Swann..."

"It's Mrs. Turner to you!" Beckett glared at her for a moment before a young lieutenant spoke weakly.

"It's true...he did forge the documents..." All eyes turned to the young man who could have been no older than Elizabeth herself.

"What?" Beckett said in disbelief. The young man was nearly shaking in his boots.

"It's...it's true...I was there...I'll swear to it on my mother's grave..." The crowd lost any control it had managed to keep as they closed in on the fallen Lord Beckett. Elizabeth rushed into Will's arms as James went to his own wife to comfort her.

"Oh Jimmy..." Charlotte murmured, clinging to James's coat.

"It's going to be alright now Charley..." He said, pressing a kiss to her temple. Elizabeth could not suppress a grin as she watched James with his own wife, and she did not stop smiling until someone yelled,

"He's gone!"

"Do we have a plan?" Ella asked frantically as Jack practically threw her on the horse he had waiting for their escape and mounted to sit behind her as well.

"Not especially, but I am open to any ideas you might have..." He replied with half a grin. The look on her face amused him and he had to chuckle.

"Yes. We have a plan, love...don't you trust me?" She let out a small nervous laugh.

"To a point dear Captain." She replied lightly. He laid a hand to his chest and feigned pain.

"I'm hurt..." He said, the smile never leaving his face. She turned toward him, an eyebrow raised.

"You did, after all kidnap me, Captain." He nodded, satisfied with himself.

"So I did..." He agreed.

"Thank you." She said finally. He did not reply to this, but somehow she knew he didn't have to.

"So what is our plan?" She asked. Calmly and with a touch of wickedness in his voice, he replied.

"First we go back to the Pearl, second, my father is going to marry I us, and third, I am going to drink my fill of rum and then ravage you." The serene way he'd said those last words sent a shiver of both apprehension and excitement through her but only for a moment as she realized Jack didn't know of her scars and that frightened her most of all.

"I have a message for Mr. and Mrs. Turner." The butler at the Norringtons' home told Charlotte. Elizabeth's father and James were in a meeting with one of the East India Trading Company's superiors. The search was on for Cutler Beckett, who would no longer be known as "Lord" once word reached the King. In fact, he would most likely be on the first ship home to jail. The butler handed Will the folded not as Elizabeth joined him to read it as well.

Turners-

All went well...made it on the Pearl.

-Jack

They grinned at each other.

"I never thought I would see the day when ol' Cap'n Jack'd take a wife." Mr. Gibbs mused directly following the hasty wedding ceremony on the ship.

"Neither did I mate." Jack slurred, clicking his bottle of rum with Gibbs's. "Specially not a Norrington." They both watch Ella as she attempted to teach Righetti how to waltz and howled with laughter as the boy stumbled over his own awkward feet. Ella was still wearing the enormous wedding gown which didn't make it any easier. An inconvenience Jack intended to remedy soon.

"So Cap'n, are ye ready ta be a good man again?" Gibbs asked. Jack shot him a long look.

"Not in the least, mate, but it will certainly be quite the adventure to relearn..."

"I should like to see the look on yer face when there is a small tribe of little devils runnin' at yer feet." Jack's father settled himself between his son and Gibbs with a fresh bottle of rum.

"Don't remind me Pa..." Jack said, taking a long drink.

Ella joined them soon after, breathless from laughing so hard.

"Are you ready for bed yet, wife?" Jack asked, reaching for her hand. She took it, but the smile left her face and he could see the fear in her eyes. He stood and walked her away from the crowd a bit.

"There's no need to be frightened love, I won't harm you."

"I...I know..." She replied dumbly. He smiled at her.

"Good. Are you ready then?" She nodded without a word as Jack said with a grin.

"Gents, I bid you good night." Ella closed her eyes and allow Jack to lead her into their chambers.

The click of the door seemed to seal her fate. Would he be repulsed by her? Would he change his mind about her?

"J-Jack, there's something you should know..."

"Hush..." He said, pulling her into his arms and kissing her deeply. She lost herself for a moment, just as she had the first night she'd met him.

"Jack, I..." She said, against his lips. She stopped cold when she felt his hands on the buttons in back of her dress. "Maybe we should wait." She said meekly. He looked at her incredulously.

"Wait? Why?" He asked, cupping her cheek. She sighed, searching for an excuse.

"Because...Because..." He took her face into his hands and kissed her to silence her.

"Ella, if you are going to tell me I need to give up other women, it's already been done. I haven't even thought of another since I met you...I love you." He said, brushing light kisses along her cheekbones and around her lips.

"Jack, that's not it...oh..." She lost her thoughts as his lips touched her neck and she let out a slight gasp.

"Not having second thoughts are you, pet?" He asked, kissing her collar bone.

"N-no..." She managed to say, making him chuckle.

"Good."

He returned his attention to the miserable little satin buttons at the back of her dress. She did, after all, have about a hundred. He heard her take in a long breath as if anticipating something unpleasant. With much expertise, he undid each, surprising her.

"You're good at this." She said. He moved close to her ear and whispered,

"Yes, I've had much practice." Finally, he finished the last one and again, she said in that unsure tone,

"Jack..."

"Don't worry Ella...I love you." It was the first time he'd ever said those words to a woman and meant them. A virgin no less. He'd never bedded a virgin. Something about ruining a woman that way didn't suit him. He also had refused to dally with another man's wife, and now that he had his own, he would never see another woman like this in all his life, and the fact that she was his and a virgin scared the wits out of him.

Slowly, he pulled the satin apart and realized she wore no chemise with her corset. It also became apparent as to why she'd begun to protest. Several raised scares angrily adorned the light smooth skin on her back. A small gasp from her made him realize she was crying. He turned her to face him.

"This is why you wanted to wait, isn't it?" He asked seriously, looking her in the eyes. She nodded. "Who did this to you...?" He sat her on the edge of the bed and removed her shoes.

"My...father..." She whispered, as the story began to pour from her lips. By the time she had finished her tale, he was lying propped on his elbow. She sighed.

"They're horrid, aren't they?" She whispered. He sat up abruptly.

"Do you want to know what's horrid, Eleanore?" He put his head in his hands and tried to think.

"What's horrid is the fact that a man could do this to his child! What's horrid is that you were the victim and he took it out on you! That is what is horrid Eleanore..." Sighing, he looked at her tear streaked face. "Did you think I wouldn't want you? Do not be fooled Ella, I am not so shallow. I married you for who you are...not what your body looks like, and I am sure Beckett was doing just the opposite." He bit out. "Though I would almost love to see his suprise when he finally realized, but I would rather kill myself than have anyone but for me and perhaps our children see you in anything but proper attire."

"Children?" She couldn't help repeating, a small smile playing at her lips.

"If you wish we'll have a dozen or more!"

"Or less..." She correctly softly. He grinned wickedly at her and pulled her onto his lap.

"Now...Lady Sparrow...are you going to let me consummate my marriage to you?" She put her arms gratefully around his neck.

"Gladly Captain..." She replied, as he laid her gently down.

Carefully, he pulled off her dress and with nimble fingers, unlaced her corset and removed her petticoats, drawers and stockings, kissing every piece of skin he revealed. When she was finally nude, he pulled back and stared at her slender form. Shyly, her arms moved to cover herself modestly. He stopped her.

"I want you to be comfortable with me...do not hide from me..." The evidence of what the sight and feel of her did to him was evident through his trousers. Quickly he removed his shirt, shoes and his own stockings leaving just his knickers which he unbuttoned and removed with ease.

The look on her face was priceless, a mixture of fear and amazement.

"Is...is it supposed to be that...that..." She stammered innocently.

"That what my sweet?" He asked, choking back a laugh.

"That big!" She exclaimed and his laugh came.

"I've never had a complaint, my love..." He said, sitting beside her on the bed. She smacked his chest playfully.

"You are a rake..." She grinned, this time taking the initiative and kissing him again.

"It's quite interesting really..." She said, pulling back, a hint of mischief in her voice.

"What is?" He asked, his lips against her collarbone.

"The...the way it seems to have a mind of its own..." He nearly choked in shock.

"Eleanore!" He cried desperately. She smiled innocently.

"Well it does darling..." She teased. "Jack?" She asked, as he ran his lips across one of her breasts. Exasperated, he lifted his eyes to hers.

"What is it love?" He asked impatiently. She bit her lip most attractively.

"Might I touch it?"

"Ella!" He cried. She licked her lips to wet them.

"Please?" She asked, tilting her head.

The little minx was fast to learn what power she had over him.

"Please do!" He gasped, and as her small hand reached out to touch him he knew control was lost. "Ella..."

"It feels like silk..." She said, and he could bear no more. It would be a very fast end if she kept on like this. Swiftly, he moved her onto her back and slid one finger into her. She lost her breath as he readied her to accommodate him. Slowly, he moved over her and positioned himself.

"Now...this may hurt Ella, so you must try to relax..." She nodded, shutting her eyes and bracing herself. An inch at a time, soon he was at the barrier. He waited, watching her a moment.

"Hold onto me...I'm sorry for this..." He said, pushing forward.

She opened her eyes when he'd broken into her and looked up at him. There was pain, but not as badly as she'd expected. He lay still with her for a moment, kissing just her lips and neck to remind her that she was safe.

"Is...is that it?" She asked, confused. He smiled rakishly.

"No my love...we've only just started..."