A/N: In response to ChaosandMayhem's prompt at the Broken Compass. Takes place years in the future, possibly during/after my sequel to Esprit de Corps. No weddings just yet, gents!

Pairing: Jack/Isabella, Teague, Padraic, Pintel, Ragetti
Word Count: 682
Prompt: Misunderstanding

The Bride's Pie

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What a wonderful day it was for an outdoor wedding; warm, but not terribly so. The early June sun peeked out occasionally behind blankets of soft, fluffy clouds. A pleasant breeze from the north rustled in the surrounding shrouds as sweet strains of a fiddle led the wedding procession along the main deck of the Black Pearl.

Festivities ensued and bottles of spirits uncorked. Amongst the joyful crew stood Pintel and Ragetti, standing near a small table that was once filled with ornate party favors made of tiny bottles of finely distilled rum from Padraic's private stash. By the end of the ceremony, only one bottle remained and two pirates were left to share in the spoils.

Ragetti reached for the last miniature bottle, running his fingers along the finely crafted, crystal edges.

"Oi! That's mine! I saw it first!" Pintel protested, grabbing the bottle out of Ragetti's hand, scowling at the scrawny pirate.

"Did not! I saw it first, wit' me own eye from way ova there!"

"As if ya could see anything from all the way ova there."

"My eye sight is jus' as fine as ever!" Ragetti exclaimed, pulling at his eyelid with a tar-stained finger.

"Lads, ye'll 'ave ta share jus' like everyone else, wasn't really expectin' him," Padraic interjected, nodding over at Teague, who was merrily sipping away at his miniature bottle of rum as a small smile emerged from his lips at the duo.

"I'd bet me life that, that one was mine…" Ragetti sighed.

"And I'd bet me life that he probably doesn't give a bilge rat's arse..." Pintel muttered.

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Their cake was the crown jewel of their ceremony as it was elaborately designed and made from dense alcoholic sponge cake layered and frosted in marzipan icing, then covered with another layer of white icing. It was the type of cake any refined individual would eat with a proper dessert fork…

Jack cleared his throat, raising his brow at the bickering while cutting a rather large piece of cake with his dagger for him and Isabella. "What are those two babbling about now?"

"Apparently, there is only one bottle of Padraic's rum left and there two pirates seeking to attain it," she explained, scooping up a bit of icing with her thumb to taste the overall flavor.

"Pity, for a moment I completely forgot they were here in the first place…"

"Jack!"

"What? Perhaps, it was just a misunderstanding," he said, grimacing as he waved the pair off with the tips of his fingers, returning to more important matters. "Weren't you supposed to have sweet bread on your pretty little head by now?"

"I'm not breaking anything over my head; I don't care how much Padraic begs me," she replied, grabbing a small piece of cake with her fingers, and dropping it into her mouth.

"Ah, Irish traditions, but you know you can't exactly say 'no' to the man, this cake is remarkably delectable," he mustered through mouthfuls.

"Aye, that's the truth of it. I must say, he did outdo himself with the favors as well," she said, placing a hand on her embroidered dupion bodice, feeling an overwhelming sensation of satisfaction from all the sponge cake she had eaten.

Jack turned in his seat to face the two squabbling pirates who were now ringing each other's necks for the last bottle of rum. "Aye, still can't count to save his life."

She narrowed her brow at her new husband, taking a handful of cake from her plate, spreading it tenderly all over his face with the palm of her hand.

"My apologies, Mr. Sparrow … must have been a misunderstanding!"

He paused, licking icing from his lips and wiping away cake from his eye lids. "That's Mr. Captain bloody Sparrow to you, tart!"

"And its Mrs. Captain bloody Sparrow to you!" she retorted, picking up her pannier-supported, embroidered skirt before running off leaving a train of pale blue fabric behind.

"Terribly sorry, Mrs. Captain bloody Sparrow! Come, come now, darling. Don't run off so soon, I know how much you love cake!" he yelled, smiling as he ran after her with a handful of cake and thick, sugary icing.