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Isabelle smiled proudly as she watched her sister, Elizabth being pulled into a rather hideous looking corset.
It was her wedding day to Will Turner.
"Excited?" Isabelle said.
"Yes" Elizabeth nodded, she gasped as the maid pulled the corset a little too tightly "My God, are you trying to kill me?"
"Beg pardon, miss" the maid said.
Elizabeth turned back to the bedpost that she clung onto, and she rolled her eyes, making Isabelle giggle slightly.
"If only Violet was here..." Elizabeth murmured.
"If only..." Isabelle agreed.
The last they'd saw of their pretty younger sister, she was stepping on a boat that would take her back to England, but she wasn't alone, her new husband, Cutler Beckett was accompanying her, Violet wasn't to return to Port Royal. She was gone.
But Governor Swann had recently received news he had another granddaughter, Violet had given birth to a healthy baby girl. Rosie.
Elizabeth was readying herself for her wedding at Isabelle's house.She was getting ready in her sisters bedroom. Elizabeth then noticed the single rose James had given her sister the day he'd left to go after Sparrow, it still lay on her sister's bed table.
"Why have you still got that rose?" Elizabeth asked her sister.
Isabelle's light green gaze turned to the wilting flower and she replied simply "Because it's the only thing I've got left of him"
"What about the children?" Elizabeth asked
"I don't want them dragged into this mess"
"Mess?"
"About James. I'm scared at how they'd react if I told them that he was their father. It's better having them believe their father was a merchant sailor, not their beloved Commodore"
"But they already know him, how happy do you think they'd be if..." Elizabeth trailed off as her sister cast her a warning glance.
Isabelle then looked up at a knock on the door.
She signalled to the maid to open it, the maid opened it, she looked back and said "Miss Isabelle, it's Master Edward"
Isabelle then replied cooly "Show him in"
"I beg your pardon?" The maid said, horrified that Isabelle was inviting a boy into a womans changing room
"I said show him in" Isabelle snapped.
The maid nodded and sowly opene the door, and held it open so Edward could walk in. Head held high, hand resting on the hilt of his small yet sharp sword.
Just like his father.
Edward was wearing a suit made of sea blue silk with gold trimmings. He wore black shoes and white stockings that went up to his knees. On his head he wore the typical tricorn hat, sea blue again, with gold lace for the trim and a white feather could just be seen peeking out.
Isabelle smiled and walked over to her son, bending down to his level and pulling his coat edges close together, she put her nose against his and said "Who's my handsome boy?" she pulled away, looking at him, he smiled "Mother", he moved away and sat on the bed, he looked at her with pale green eyes "Can I ask you something?"
"Anything, my darling, you can ask me anything at all" Isabelle stood up to her full height.
"Did you know Commodore Norrington?" Edward asked.
Isabelle's heart skipped a beat, "Did I know the Commodore? Yes, I did, he was a good friend of mine, and your fathers, like brother's they were."
"Was you sad when he died?"
"OF COURSE I WAS!" Isabelle snapped "What kind of heartless woman wouldn't have been? Good God, Edward, who do you take me for?!" she covered her mouth with her hands as she realised what she was saying.
Edward looked at her with hurt eyes, he then grabbed his hat and slipping off the bed, he ran out the room, but wasn't so quick he couldn't hide the tears.
"Edward..." Isabelle cried after him, she picked up her skirts and ran out the room "Edward!" she cried, running down the hallway, he stopped, and looked at her with a tear-streaked face. She knelt in front of him, taking her son in her arms "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout at you" she whispered, sighing with happiness as she felt him relax as she stroked his black hair and rocked him like a baby. "I'm so sorry" she whispered...
...Isabelle and the children had just stepped out of the carriage into the rain, she was at the chapel, but could hear no organ playing, nor see anyone. She was confused.
She looked at her children "Get back into the carriage" she told them, they obeyed, "Wait here".
She pulled her shawl round her tightly as the wind and rain tried to snatch it from her.
She was then greeted by her father.
"Father!" she gasped "What's going on?"
"Will, and your sister" Weatherby trembeled "They've...been...arrested!" he cried.
Isabelle gasped "Arrested, by who?"
"The company, who else?"Weatherby muttered "Come on, I want to see what's going on"
He took his daughter's hand and let her through the chapel's side door and out into the gardens.
On the terrace overlooking the chapel garden where Elizabeth and Will were to get married, a great crowd stood, Weatherby managed to push his way through, dragging Isabelle with him.
A man stood in the space in the middle, facing the garden's looking out into the rain.
"Who are you?!" Weatherby cried "Stand your men down at once! Do you hear?!" Isabelle was quick enough to glance at her drenched sister, struggling in the arms of a soldier.
The man in the long coat turned around, pulling the long woolen garment off as he did so, passing it to a sinister looking man beside him.
When he looked at Weatherby and Isabelle, Isabelle immediatley knew who he was.
"CUTLER?" she asked.
"Ah, Isabelle, my beloved sister-in-law, how nice to see you after such a long time" Cutler said
"Governor Swann, also, it's been too long, far too long. And before you say, I have been looking after Violet and Rosie"
"Why are you here, Beckett?" Weatherby spat out the last word as if it were poison.
"It's Lord Beckett, now, actually" Cutler smiled smugly.
"Lord or not, you have no reason and no authority to arrest this man" Weatherby told him
"In fact I do, Mr. Mercer" Cutler called, the man Isabelle had seen earlier stepped up, opening a leather folder he pulled out a warrant, "The warrant of arrest for one William Turner" he handed it to Weatherby.
"This warrant is for Elizabeth Swann" Weatherby said, looking up.
"Oh is it? That's annoying, my mistake, arrest her!" Cutler shouted.
"On what charges?!" Isabelle asked.
"The charge is for helping a known pirate,who was convicted of piracy and condemned to death for which..." Weatherby couldn't uter the last words.
"For which the punishment, regrettably, is also death" Cutler finished it for him.
He turned to Mercer "And also, I have another arrest warrant, for one James Norington"
Isabelle looked up. "Is he here?" Cutler asked. "You know he's dead!" Isabelle spat "You know he's gone!"
"Do I?" Cutler asked, "Because I was never told of his death. Pity, to leave behind such a beautiful wife and two wonderful children, all for one pirate, you really think he loved you?"
"Go away" Isabelle cursed. She turned and pushed her way back through the crowds, out of the chapel and back into her carriage. As they coachman drove off, she quickly settled herself back down into the game of happy familys that she was playing with the "family" she had left.
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