The Swann and her Sparrow

Chapter One: Marry Me?

A/N: Here it is, the first chapter to the squeal to Sword of Death. If you haven’t already, please go read Sword of Death first.

DISCLAIMER: I own none of the original characters nor the plot, but I do own Isabelle and my own semi-plot.

Hope ya’ll will enjoy!

This was the day. The day that Elizabeth and Will were going to get married. I was so pleased and happy for them. I have waited many months, even years, for him to propose to Elizabeth, and he finally did.

It was only two weeks after Jack’s escape. Will had took Elizabeth to a midnight stroll on the pier. As the woman I am, I followed them. At first, it was simply boring. They were just holding hands, talking about things that I truthfully didn’t care about, like politics, and the economy. Then something grabbed my attention.

“Elizabeth?” Will asked.

“Yes?” Elizabeth answered.

“What would you say if I asked you to spend your whole life?” he asked.

“Well, I don’t know. I gue- What are you implying?” she said, widening her eyes. Will got down on one knee, and opened a box to Elizabeth.

“Elizabeth Swann, if I grabbed a star from the sky every time you made me smile, every time you make me love you, the whole sky would be in the palm of my hand. I love you dearest with my heart. There is never a period in my life when I don’t want you to be by my side. I want you to be with me forever. Will you take my hand in marriage?” Will said, and I smiled. Elizabeth nodded. Will stood up, pick Elizabeth up, and spun her in a circle. Than they kissed. I left before it got anymore graphic.

That night happened not to long ago. Once father learned that Elizabeth was getting married, he made sure that the wedding was going to take place as soon as he could.

Now we are here, getting ready for the wedding. Well, everyone was already ready. I was wearing a plain dress, made from light purple silk, embroidered with lace. I was in the house when I thought to look out the window. The sight wasn’t as pretty as I hoped.

The rain was pouring down. It was terribly foggy, but off in the distance, I could see little lanterns on tiny rowboats. I looked down.

Elizabeth was sitting on the wet and hard ground, dressed in her wedding gown. It appeared as though she was crying. Oh no.

I ran to get her, but was stopped when I saw Will getting pushed around by some soldiers.

“Will!” I yelled, and run to help him.

“You slimy bastards! Let go of him!” I yelled at them, trying to get Will out from the soldiers grasps. Instead, they put irons on my arms.

“Let me go!” I scream.

Elizabeth walks into the courtyard.

“Will, why is this happening?” she asked, hugging him.

“I don't know. You look beautiful.” Will said, stocking her cheek, something that reminded me of somebody. No, not allow to think of him. I said to myself.

“I think it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding.” Elizabeth said to Will, and I sighed.

Father entered the courtyard.

“Make way, let me through. How dare you! Stand your men down at once! Do you hear me?!” he yelled at a man, and I turned to look at the man responsible for my arrest.

“Governor Weatherby Swann. It's been too long.” the man said, and I recognized him at once.

“Cutler Beckett!” my father and I yelled in tandem.

“It's Lord now, actually.” Beckett said calmly. Oh how I despised him. Sure enough, I hated Norrington, but Beckett was unspeakable of. He was horrible. A terrible man.

“Lord or not, you have no reason and no authority to arrest this man!” Father yelled at him.

“In fact I do. Mr. Mercer...a warrant for the arrest of one William Turner.” Beckett said, raising his hand. A tall, skinny man, with a grim expression on his face, handed Father a scroll.

“This warrant is for Elizabeth Swann!” Father yelled.

“NO!” I cried out. I tried to tackle Beckett, but the guard were too strong.

“Oh is it, that's annoying, my mistake. Arrest her.” Beckett said simply. The guards went off to cuff her.

“On what charges?” Elizabeth yelled, but he ignored her.

“Ahhh, here's the one for William Turner. And I have another one here for a James Norrington, is he present?” Beckett said, looking through scrolls.

“Commodore Norrington resigned his commission some months ago.” Father said.

“I don't believe that's the answer to the question I asked.” Beckett stated, though it was a lie.

“Lord Beckett, in the category of questions not answered…” Will started.

“We are under the jurisdiction of the king's governor of Port Royal and you will tell us what we are charged with.” Elizabeth finished.

“The charge…” Father started, reading from some bodies scroll.

“is conspiring to set free a man convicted of crimes against the crown and empire and condemned to death, for which the…” he said, and suddenly stopped.

“For which the punishment, regrettably, is also death. Perhaps you remember a certain pirate named Jack Sparrow.”

“It’s captain!” I yelled at him.

“Oh, Isabelle. I forgot about you. I’m sorry dear.” he said, and looked through the box where he kept the scrolls.

“Tsk. Tsk. There is one for a Isabelle Marie Swann.” he said. I struggled through my chains.

“How dare you press charges about us!” I yelled at him. He walked slowly toward me.

“There is a compromise for you. It won’t help dear Elizabeth or William, but you’ll be safe from death.” he said. Gradually, he got down on one knee.

“Isabelle Swann. Marry me, and you’ll be free of all charges. You’ll become a Lord’s wife, and be incredibly rich. You and I will take down all the pirates in the world.” he said, and I felt dizzy.

“WHAT?” I yelled.
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