Disclaimer- I do not own POTC, nor do I claim to! The characters are not
mine (except for Lila). Go easy on me, this is my first fanfic attempt!!
Updates to follow soon, hopefully.
Elizabeth's pov
I was lost in thought as my wonderful, handsome, fiancé, William Turner and I stood in front of the preacher at our wedding ceremony. Everything was as perfect as I imagined it. Lovely white roses framed our altar while pink and red rose petals covered the white sand of the beach we were marrying on.
I thought about how my beloved William went to the farthest reaches of the Caribbean to save me- when I could barely give him the time of day. He was so devoted to me and I in turn, was madly in love with him. He may have been a humble blacksmith, as my cousin Lila so quickly pointed out. I didn't care. he was my soul mate.
I was ripped out of my reverie as I felt Will take my left hand and tug slightly. I turned to him and looked into his rich, dark brown eyes. I noticed how his lips curled into a stunning smile and the skin around his eyes crinkled just slightly as he grinned. "Aren't you going to answer the man, Elizabeth," Will asked me. I turned and looked at the preacher who was looking at me expectantly. I felt my cheeks turned pink as I realized I had just daydreamed through much of the ceremony. good thing no one was there to protest our union. "I do," I said confidently, still staring into Will's dark eyes.
His smile grew even wider as I slipped his gold wedding band onto his left ring finger. I then managed to focus on the preacher's words as Will recited his vows. My mind wanted to drift to thoughts of our life together- where we would be in a year, five years, ten years, what our children would look like. But I paid attention as Will said, "I do," and slipped my matching gold wedding band onto my left ring finger. The preacher then announced us husband and wife.
I felt tears spring to my eyes with the happiness I felt as Will took my face gently in his hands and brushed my lips softly with his. "I love you," I managed to whisper to him just before we turned to our audience and walked back down our beach aisle. We joined hands and walked toward our carriage that would take us to my father's estate. Will turned to our friends and said, "come on everyone, drinks are on us!" This erupted a cheer from the small crowd as they quickly followed us to the carriages. "This is going to be some party," I said. How did I know I was going to be so right?
FLASHBACK Elizabeth and her cousin, Lila (newly arrived from England for the wedding) are having a discussion in Elizabeth's quarters a couple of weeks before the wedding.
"Honestly Elizabeth, I just don't understand how someone as high class as yourself can marry someone like this William Turner character. He is just a dirty, smelly, blacksmith afterall!" "Well, if you must know Lila, he is not dirty, smelly, or a blacksmith- he's a pirate" "I beg your pardon?" "You heard me." "You mean to tell me that your fiancé is a filthy scallywag who pillages and plunders and takes what is not his??" "No, I mean his father was a pirate, as is our good friend Captain Jack Sparrow. Will became a pirate, against his better conscience to save my life when an evil pirate captain named Barbossa kidnapped me. He learned his father, Bootstrap Bill, was a pirate and that in turn made him one. He had a hard time coming to terms with that but he decided he had better do just that if he was going to work with Jack to find Barbossa- and me. He saved me because he loves me and I came to realize over the course of our adventure that I was madly in love with him. That is why we are getting married. My fiancé is a charming, loving, devoted man who is committed to his word and loyal to his friends and his name. I won't be having you calling him filthy or any other name. He may be a pirate but he is the best man I have ever met." "Who is this Captain Jack Sparrow you speak of? Will he be gracing the wedding?" "I seriously doubt it, Lila, as he has his own obligations to keep. He is Captain of the Black Pearl, the fastest and most widely feared pirate vessel in the Caribbean. He has his reputation to maintain, I'm sure." "Just as well he won't be at the wedding, no one would want him ruining this blessed day. Well, Elizabeth, I sure hope you know what you are getting yourself into."
"At least, cousin, I have found myself a fine man to marry- unlike you. If you cannot be happy for Will and me then you can just go back to England. Or you can try to loosen up, get to know Will and our other friends and simply enjoy the Caribbean for what it is- beautiful and free. I really to hope you choose the latter."
With that, Elizabeth turned on her heel and exited the room, leaving her opinionated cousin behind. Elizabeth felt a little bad being so hard on her cousin- she knew it wasn't Lila's fault she was short, chubby, and not quite what one would call graceful. 'Lila is what she is', Elizabeth thought, 'and I really hope someday she will find someone who makes her as happy as Will makes me.'
Elizabeth's pov
I was lost in thought as my wonderful, handsome, fiancé, William Turner and I stood in front of the preacher at our wedding ceremony. Everything was as perfect as I imagined it. Lovely white roses framed our altar while pink and red rose petals covered the white sand of the beach we were marrying on.
I thought about how my beloved William went to the farthest reaches of the Caribbean to save me- when I could barely give him the time of day. He was so devoted to me and I in turn, was madly in love with him. He may have been a humble blacksmith, as my cousin Lila so quickly pointed out. I didn't care. he was my soul mate.
I was ripped out of my reverie as I felt Will take my left hand and tug slightly. I turned to him and looked into his rich, dark brown eyes. I noticed how his lips curled into a stunning smile and the skin around his eyes crinkled just slightly as he grinned. "Aren't you going to answer the man, Elizabeth," Will asked me. I turned and looked at the preacher who was looking at me expectantly. I felt my cheeks turned pink as I realized I had just daydreamed through much of the ceremony. good thing no one was there to protest our union. "I do," I said confidently, still staring into Will's dark eyes.
His smile grew even wider as I slipped his gold wedding band onto his left ring finger. I then managed to focus on the preacher's words as Will recited his vows. My mind wanted to drift to thoughts of our life together- where we would be in a year, five years, ten years, what our children would look like. But I paid attention as Will said, "I do," and slipped my matching gold wedding band onto my left ring finger. The preacher then announced us husband and wife.
I felt tears spring to my eyes with the happiness I felt as Will took my face gently in his hands and brushed my lips softly with his. "I love you," I managed to whisper to him just before we turned to our audience and walked back down our beach aisle. We joined hands and walked toward our carriage that would take us to my father's estate. Will turned to our friends and said, "come on everyone, drinks are on us!" This erupted a cheer from the small crowd as they quickly followed us to the carriages. "This is going to be some party," I said. How did I know I was going to be so right?
FLASHBACK Elizabeth and her cousin, Lila (newly arrived from England for the wedding) are having a discussion in Elizabeth's quarters a couple of weeks before the wedding.
"Honestly Elizabeth, I just don't understand how someone as high class as yourself can marry someone like this William Turner character. He is just a dirty, smelly, blacksmith afterall!" "Well, if you must know Lila, he is not dirty, smelly, or a blacksmith- he's a pirate" "I beg your pardon?" "You heard me." "You mean to tell me that your fiancé is a filthy scallywag who pillages and plunders and takes what is not his??" "No, I mean his father was a pirate, as is our good friend Captain Jack Sparrow. Will became a pirate, against his better conscience to save my life when an evil pirate captain named Barbossa kidnapped me. He learned his father, Bootstrap Bill, was a pirate and that in turn made him one. He had a hard time coming to terms with that but he decided he had better do just that if he was going to work with Jack to find Barbossa- and me. He saved me because he loves me and I came to realize over the course of our adventure that I was madly in love with him. That is why we are getting married. My fiancé is a charming, loving, devoted man who is committed to his word and loyal to his friends and his name. I won't be having you calling him filthy or any other name. He may be a pirate but he is the best man I have ever met." "Who is this Captain Jack Sparrow you speak of? Will he be gracing the wedding?" "I seriously doubt it, Lila, as he has his own obligations to keep. He is Captain of the Black Pearl, the fastest and most widely feared pirate vessel in the Caribbean. He has his reputation to maintain, I'm sure." "Just as well he won't be at the wedding, no one would want him ruining this blessed day. Well, Elizabeth, I sure hope you know what you are getting yourself into."
"At least, cousin, I have found myself a fine man to marry- unlike you. If you cannot be happy for Will and me then you can just go back to England. Or you can try to loosen up, get to know Will and our other friends and simply enjoy the Caribbean for what it is- beautiful and free. I really to hope you choose the latter."
With that, Elizabeth turned on her heel and exited the room, leaving her opinionated cousin behind. Elizabeth felt a little bad being so hard on her cousin- she knew it wasn't Lila's fault she was short, chubby, and not quite what one would call graceful. 'Lila is what she is', Elizabeth thought, 'and I really hope someday she will find someone who makes her as happy as Will makes me.'