There had been a wedding. There had been rum, and toasts, and a blushing and radiant Elizabeth, and they'd actually bloody done it, they were husband and wife at last ( Read more... )

Will stood on the deck of the Pearl, in the finest clothes he'd been able to find. The ceremony was to be a small one; only Anamaria and Commodore Norrington (ugh) had been invited, and of course himself, Elizabeth and Jack ( Read more... )

As soon as he realised the sound of rain beating against the roof of the treehouse had ceased, Will leapt to his feet and scrambled outside, breathing deep of the moist, damp, clean air. The weather here could be maddening at times, and often as not he ignored the rain, venturing out in it and getting soaked, but now...now Elizabeth was here, and ( Read more... )

Will awoke and left the treehouse quickly as always, noting through a haze of half-sleep that Jack's bedroll was empty. Odd, the captain was usually one to sleep in ( Read more... )