This was nothing like any battle I've ever been in before, Will thought as he paused to wipe the rain and strings of hair that had escaped the leather tie holding it out of his face. Blocking a blow from the left, he swung around and stabbed one of Norrington's men under the arm.

As he pulled his sword out of the body, Will saw Elizabeth, who was sparring with a man who looked much more like his fish half than his man half.

- I've had you so many times but somehow I want more -

He saw the gun pointed at her just in time. Will jumped off of the captain's deck, his sword plunging in between the soldier's shoulder blades. Grabbing the dead man's gun, he fired the last two bullets in the magazine in the direction of another red-coated soldier.

Will didn't even wait to see if the man had fallen down, to see if the body had slipped across the rain-coated deck. "Elizabeth!" he yelled; she whipped her head around at the sound of his voice, her honey-blonde hair sending even more rainwater into her already dripping face.

- She always belonged to someone else -

He was tired of this silence, of no trust. He was sick of not knowing where her loyalties laid, of not knowing if she really loved him or not. And this might just be the last chance he had to prove to her just how much she meant to him. Will caught her arms and stared into her eyes for as long as the chaos around them allowed him to. "Marry me," he barely got out before they were wrenched apart from a new hoard of British soldiers.

"I don't think now's the best time!" Elizabeth called over the din of the maelstrom, her shocked face glancing over her shoulder as she backhanded a soldier over the edge of the ship.

"Now might be the only time!" Will yelled back, his sword flashing as he fought his way over to her. "I love you." He had always loved her. From that moment he awoke on that ship so long ago, when he saw her for the first time, he had always loved her. Will loved her every minute since then, even during these past times when they weren't talking, even when he thought she loved Jack. His heart was completely hers and he knew it always would be. He didn't care about the time she kissed Jack or the silence between them that had followed it or the mistrust of each other both had gone through. All that mattered now was her, was them, was their love.

- My heart's full and my door's always open, come any time you want -

He had tried. Oh, yes, he had tried. Tried to forget the way she fit perfectly into his arms, tried to forget the sound of her laughter, the way she said his name. It never worked. Every kiss they had shared replayed over and over in his head, scenes that would never stop flashing in front of him.

- I know that goodbye means nothing at all, comes back and makes me catch her every time she falls -

For a moment Will could only focus on the battle. Block… stab… push… under the arm… Will spun around, his sword meeting another, steel clashing upon steel. He pushed his sword up, hoping to catch the enemy unaware with a reverse attack. His adversary met his move and slashed their sword down, forcing Will's blade down as well. However, it was no enemy's face that appeared behind the metal; it was Elizabeth's. Shocked, Will let his sword drop. "I've made my choice. What will yours be?" he asked, his tone hard. Elizabeth just stared at him.

Then, all of a sudden, Elizabeth screamed, "Barbossa!" Will reeled back in surprise. "Marry us!" she continued. Will couldn't hold back his grin as he slashed and stabbed, keeping the area clear.

"I'm a little busy right now," Barbossa yelled back, plunging his sword into a man's chest.

"Barbossa!"

"All right… all right… Dearly beloved, we be gathered here today –" the ship suddenly rocked, throwing everyone off balance. Will clutched Elizabeth's hand as they turned away, so many swords clashing it sounded like a strange piece of music.

They spun back together. "Will! Do you take me to be your wife?"

"I do," Will replied, a small smile on his face. Of course he did.

- I don't mind standing every day, out on your corner in the pouring rain -

He twirled her under his arm, a move that seemed out of place while she hacked at an oncoming soldier. "Elizabeth! Do you take me to be your husband?" For a second he thought he saw her hesitate, contemplating her answer. 'No!' his mind screamed. He knew he'd be the best for her. He knew that they belonged together forever. He loved her, had always loved her, always would.

- I want to make you feel beautiful -

"I do," Elizabeth cried out breathlessly, grabbing his shoulders.

"Barbossa!" Will shouted, the grin never leaving his face. They were finally doing it – they were finally getting married; after all these years of waiting, his dream was coming true.

"I pronounce you –" Barbossa was cut off by one of Davy Jones' crew. Will was yanked away from Elizabeth, her hand slipping out of his grasp from the pelting rain.

"You may kiss –" In a moment Will was next to Elizabeth again. He waited for Barbossa to finish the phrase. "You may kiss – oh, just kiss!"

This was the moment he had waited his whole life for, the moment that he could finally take Elizabeth, his new wife, into his arms and never let her go. The moment that he could just… kiss her.

- She will be loved -