Time Turner
. . . fiction by Odyssea
. . .Wedding Plans. . .
Will and Elizabeth wanted to have a small, private wedding. This, of course, was not to be. Elizabeth, her father decided, deserved the largest society wedding the Caribbean had ever seen, befitting her status as daughter of a British governor. Granted, she was marrying a blacksmith cum pirate, rather than the eligible and enirely suitable Commodore.
Despite her father's disappointment, Elizabeth realized that this was entirely for the best. James had stopped by a few weeks after the engagement, and told Will and herself that it would never have worked out. As fond as he was of Elizabeth, he had come to realize that she was a handful, and that he would much rather foist her off onto Will. Norrington was leaving shortly to go hunting pirates, which, he confided to Will, was a safer occupation than planning a wedding. Before leaving, he advised Elizabeth to go easy on Will, while telling Will that he had many naval friends in search of excellent swordwork who he would advise to call when they docked in Port Royale.
Will soon began to envy Norrington, who was off sailing and not stuck on an island with a wedding planning fiancee. Though their hopes for a quiet, short wedding had been destroyed, Elizabeth was determined to have a say in her own wedding, which involved Will in more conversations about dresses and seating arrangements than he had ever hoped to have in his lifetime.
This was why, two months before the wedding was set to take place, both Will and Elizabeth were pleased to receive a rather nice wedding slash engagement present from their good friend Jack Sparrow. For the lady was an assortment of fine jewelry, including five bejeweled gold rings from which Elizabeth was told to pick her favorite. For the groom, a preacher, summoned under some duress from Tortuga.
Which was how, on the deck of the Black Pearl, sailing under a full moon, William Turner and Elizabeth Swann were joined in holy matrimony, forgetting all thoughts of wedding dresses or guest lists; in fact, forgetting anything but love.
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