Elizabeth whispered something to Jack, and he nodded and gestured grandly toward the cabin. Will came over to them.

"I have something to give you," she told Will. She beckoned for him to follow her into the cabin, where she went and pulled out the chest with his heart in it from beneath the bed. She snatched the voodoo doll off the top of the chest and shoved it under the pillow, blushing.

Will noticed and knelt down next to her. "What was that?" he asked, pulling it back out for a look. "Is this supposed to be Jack?"

Elizabeth sighed and nodded. "It's a voodoo doll. Little gift from Angelica. I've kept it here near your heart because it's the safest place I could think of."

"Is that what you wanted to give me?" Will asked with an evil smile. "I could have some fun with that!"

"No!" Elizabeth cried, snatching it away. "Angelica almost killed him with it. I don't ever want it used against him again!"

"Why don't you just break its power, then?" Will asked.

"Because we don't know how. Do you?" she asked him. "Do you have the power?"

Will held out his hand in an "it's obvious" gesture, and asked, "Elizabeth, were you or were you not just married by a clergyman?"

"Yes. What of it? Oh, you mean Philip could—?"

"Yes, of course he could. Assuming he's sincere and devout in his beliefs, that is. Now if it isn't this charming toy, what, exactly did you want to give me?"

"This," she said, placing her hand on the chest that held his heart. "I'm married to someone else now." She smiled, a little wistfully. "I'll always care for you as my friend, Will, but my heart is Jack's now. It wouldn't be right for me to keep yours anymore."

Will stared at the chest for a long moment. "Not sure what to do with it," he admitted.

Elizabeth smiled. "Give it to Calypso?" she suggested gently. "She did say she wanted it, when you were ready to give it to her."

Will looked up at her, startled. He kept her gaze for a minute, and then looked away. "Now there's a thought," he muttered as if to himself. He nodded sharply. "I'll do that. Thank you, Elizabeth." He picked up the box with a determined air, strode to the rear of the cabin, and flung it hard out the open window. They heard the splash as it hit the water, and Jack's startled exclamation from the quarter-deck above.

"It's all right!" They both called up to him through the open window.

Elizabeth added, thinking of James Norrington, "It was nothing you'd lament being rid of!"

She and Will shared a quick grin and then went back out on deck, climbing up to where Jack stood on the quarter-deck watching the festivities below.

"So how's Angelica?" Jack asked when they joined him.

"Safe and sound in her convent."

"Good, good. Glad to hear it. What did you toss overboard?"

"Will's heart," Elizabeth answered. "He's apparently giving it to Calypso for safekeeping."

"Ah! Good. That should make her happy, and maybe I'll be able to sleep tonight without all that appalling thump-thump-thumping."

Will raised his eyebrows. "You're planning to sleep tonight?" he asked innocently.

Jack gave Elizabeth a flirtatious, sidelong glance. He reached out to caress her blushing cheek. "Eventually," he murmured. "Maybe."

Will stifled a snicker and went back down to the main deck.

Jack laughed as Elizabeth huffed with embarrassed exasperation and dragged him by the hand back down to the main deck for the dancing.

Philip called them over to sign the license. Elizabeth signed first, and then Jack signed his name to it with a flourish, right next to Elizabeth's own even lengthier signature. Both of them signed every single name they'd ever had, including Sparrow, and the signatures were rather longer than the lines provided for them.

"There," Jack said loudly, giving Will a smug look. "All nice an' legal an' aboveboard. No one's ever going to question the validity of this marriage!" He drew Elizabeth into his arms and hugged her close.

"Or the length of the names," Philip muttered to himself as he examined the license.

Will rolled his eyes and waved to them as he melted into the shadows and dematerialized.

Teague set down his guitar and stalked forward. "First dance," he informed Jack, pulling Elizabeth out of her new husband's arms and into his own. Elizabeth laughed as Teague whirled her dizzily around the deck to Scrum's lively mandolin.

Jack shrugged and went over to Aunt Agatha. "Fancy a dance, Auntie?" he asked, holding out his hand to her with a little bow.

She smiled and handed the baby back to Maggie, and accepted Jack's hand. "Just go easy on an old woman," she warned playfully.

Jack threw back his head and laughed. "Like you can't take everything I dish out, and then throw it back to me doubled!" he scoffed, sending her into an active spin that was every bit as athletic as what his father was putting Elizabeth through. Agatha's high-pitched giggle sounded over the music.

Some sailors joined in, performing lively jigs and hornpipes, and Marty came forward and took the baby so that Maggie could join in the merriment. She, Agatha, and Elizabeth, as the only women on board, were in constant demand as dance partners, and danced with sailor after sailor, whirling and breathless.

Gibbs had assigned a rotation of helmsmen on the wheel, so that all the sailors would get a chance to enjoy the festivities and the Pearl could continue sailing into Port Royale without having to drop anchor.

Finally they arrived, and Jack sent up some sailors to reef the sails as a couple of others lowered the anchor and then started lighting lanterns against the early twilight.

Teague and Scrum started playing together again, a slower, more romantic melody with complicated harmonies and a sensual rhythm. Jack strode over to Elizabeth, where she was talking to her aunt. He bowed and offered his hand; they hadn't had a chance to dance together yet. Agatha smiled and gave Elizabeth a little push. Elizabeth took Jack's hand and he led her out to mid-deck. The other sailors retreated to the sidelines as he took her in his arms and they danced slowly around the deck as the sun set.

When the music ended, Jack cupped his new bride's face between his hands and gave her a sweet, soft kiss.

"Awww," was the general consensus of the surprisingly sentimental pirates, and they were all smiling as they made their way one by one to the longboats to go ashore into Port Royale.

Gibbs and Teague approached Jack. Teague was holding the sleeping baby as if it were a parcel, while Agatha and the housemaid were climbing awkwardly into the longboat. "The laddie's coming ashore with us overnight," Teague told Jack. "No need to worry 'bout him."

"Thanks, dad," Jack said with a relieved smile. "We'll see you tomorrow, then. We'll meet you in the square at nine, and then we'll all go to the governor together."

"Aye," Teague agreed, and turned to leave.

"Jack, we're all going ashore as well," Gibbs. "Cotton's volunteered to stay here on watch tonight, so you don't have to worry about anything while you're, er, otherwise engaged."

"Thank you, Mr Gibbs. Cotton is an inspired choice," Jack approved. "Most discrete."

"Thought you'd see it that way, sir." Gibbs and Jack bumped fists and exchanged smirks with each other, and then the older man took over the job of harrying everyone else off the ship and into the longboats.

Jack and Elizabeth looked at each other as the ship cleared out.

"You hungry?" he asked.

She shook her head. "You?"

"No."

"Thirsty?"

"Always. Hope you are, too—otherwise that bottle of spumanti I got for us may take me a while to finish by meself."

"Spumanti? Lead on, Captain Sparrow," Elizabeth said with a smile.

"It's in me cabin." Jack tucked her hand into his bent arm and headed that direction.

"Ah, and does your cabin still contain 'no dress'?" she asked.

"Assuredly."

"Then I believe I shall go change into it, if you'll permit me. The dress I'm wearing is a bit constricting."

"I'll show you where I keep it," Jack offered, gallantly holding the door open for her.

Note: It was fairly common for 18th century men and women to have several names apiece, even from birth. It was a way of including family members, by naming the new baby after several people at once. Also, a woman would often keep her maiden name as one of her middle names, and add her married name to the end. A woman who had been widowed and remarried would simply add the new husband's name to her already existing married name; she would stop using it socially, but it would still be part of her name legally.

Thus, Jack's signature looked like this:

John Robert Smith "Sparrow" Teague

And Elizabeth's was rather longer:

Elizabeth Agatha Swann Turner Smith "Sparrow" Teague

"Turner" would continue to be part of Elizabeth's full legal name, but once she's remarried she wouldn't get called Mrs Turner anymore. The "Sparrow" would be in quotation marks because it's the name that Jack commonly uses, but it's not a legal name. It's more of a nickname, and nicknames always get set off by quotation marks in legal documents.