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[bringmethatnpc]

The storm rages around both fleets, favouring neither treacherous side over the other. The sea, black and deadly, bucks beneath the ships and above them, clouds thick enough to turn the bright afternoon sun to twilight, rain down so thick that one can hardly see from port to starboard.

"MAELSTROM!"

Only two ships have the nerve to sail forward into the preternatural tempest, and even when Gibbs' anxious cry rings out across the deck, neither turn back. The Pearl and the Dutchman advance on each other under the expert and fearless helmsmanship of Barbossa and Jones.

Around the pit they circle like hungry sharks, drawing tighter and tighter, each under the unrelenting fire of the other. An then the maelstrom has them completely, and the only thing stopping either from sinking down is the other ship, as the topgallant masts touch and the rigging becomes entwined.

The storm rages, and the battle rages with it.

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[try_corsets]

They hold their hands clasped tightly, splaying their feet for balance, and Elizabeth, gripped by excitement, nods eagerly.

"I do!"

She smiles as she speaks, and the happy light in her eyes and the faint, breathy tremble in her voice say as much about her heart as those two little words of acceptance.

[turned_captain]

Will grins, honest and simple and just a little bit dorky.

"Great!"

Only then they're forced to duck as one of Jones' men tries to slice both their heads off at the same time.

[try_corsets]

He is, thankfully, unsuccessful. Elizabeth and Will separate and do battle for a moment before finding each other again, left hand unerringly finding left hand and holding on tight.

"William Turner, do you take me-"

They turn away to parry blows and deliver a few of their own, still holding hands, and when Elizabeth's eyes meet his again, there's no doubt that she's enjoying herself.

"-to be your wife," she continues with a saucy tilt to her head.

Jones' men seem to have no respect for ceremony, however, and she's forced to pause once more.

[turned_captain]

Will's smile hasn't faded, and he's having the time of his life. He steps past Elizabeth, holding their joined hands up so she can spin underneath as they swap places to fight past each other.

It's already a fairly unconventional wedding, he's sure it doesn't matter if they have the dance before the ceremony is finished.

For the first time, he realises he doesn't regret being arrested on the day of their first wedding, because this is so much more fitting for the marriage of Elizabeth Swann, King of the Pirates and the most passionate fighting soul he knows.

Their hands twist, and this time Will moves underarm, breaking contact to return to their original places.

[try_corsets]

As Will moves away, Elizabeth takes on yet another pirate with disturbing fish parts. Her sword arcs up and down in vicious strikes, a mere blur of steel in the rain, and her wet hair lashes her cheek as she spins. Driven back against her groom, she feels his arm slide around her waist.

"In sickness and in health," she shouts, parrying high to block an overhead blow. Will helpfully stabs their foe in the stomach. "...with health being the less likely."

Adding a grunt of emphasis on the last word, Elizabeth kicks him off Will's sword and watches him crash to the deck.

[turned_captain]

Will spins away as Elizabeth takes the sailors in front of them, and the couple draw together, standing directly back to back as they fight. It's so easy to him, that Will realises he's not just aware of his own opponents, but the position and movement of hers as well.

He glances over his shoulder and catches her eye, then swings over her head to kill the man trying to kill her. As Elizabeth stands from the duck, Will uses the same arm movement to draw her close to him. And for an instant his world is her face looking up at him.

"I do."

[try_corsets]

Elizabeth smiles, soaking wet and yet warm to her very bones. Everything but Will fades into the background, and she decides that this is far better than any wedding they could have planned.

She's happily aware that these simple vows are all they've ever really needed.

However, any opportunity to bask in the moment is severely curtailed. Not a second too soon, Elizabeth and Will duck as three swords whoosh over their heads to connect with a resounding clang. They come up fighting, back to back and each highly attuned to the other.

[bushel-o-apples.livejournal.com]

Right now, Barbossa couldn't be more at home. His voice raises, defying the howling of the storm and the roar of the cannons, and even the clang of blades as he parries his multiple enemies' attacks with an utter, humiliating disinterest.

"As captain I now pronounce you..."

[turned_captain]

Will and Elizabeth are even more effective as a team fighting than they were astwo seperate fighters. With one of the three Dutchman crew members who had attacked them down, Will wraps his arm around his fiancée's... around his bride's waist, and they thrust past each other, stabbing through the remaining pirates in unison.

[bushel-o-apples.livejournal.com]

After carnally introducing the Pearl's wheel to the face of an East India Company man, Barbossa once again stands high on the helm, hand still over his heart.

"You may kiss!"

Pulling his pistol out of his belt, he fires it straight into the chest of the soldier running up at him. One more lesson on 'how -not- to catch an evil old man unawares'.

"Aaarrhahahah...!!"

His laugh rings over the din as, down below on the main deck...

[turned_captain]

His arm still around her, Will swings Elizabeth around himself and dips her down passionately in one grand gesture.

Feeling her hand cup his cheek, he leans forward to kiss his wife for the first time.

[try_corsets]

Elizabeth's lips are about to meet his when a Company man, clearly unromantic at heart, hurtles towards them. Will blocks his attack and uses his forward momentum to nudge Elizabeth up and out.

She whips her blade around and attacks with impressive fury and frustration.

Nothing is going to keep her from having her wedding kiss.

[bushel-o-apples.livejournal.com]

Barbossa jumps down from the helm, kicks forwards almost casually and there goes an East India Company man whose surname will die with him. Noticing the two lovebirds still haven't kissed, he raises his voice again.

"You may kiss...!"

Young people this day have no concept of the right moment to stop playing. He might point that out aloud, but another cursed pirate attacks him, forcing him to use both sword and pistol to parry. Then he slides his sword in a slash that embeds it in the creature's side.

[turned_captain]

It's not quite the kiss, but it's still something amazing. Will slices across one of the cursed pirates and spins under the same momentum, sensing someone coming up behind him.

His sword swings up and over as he turns, and brings it down sharply until it's met By Elizabeth's parry.

[bushel-o-apples.livejournal.com]

Barbossa pulls his sword out of the cursed pirate's side, letting the momentum of the pull drive it into the chest of yet another East India Company soldier who didn't learn Rule Number One (The one about not attacking old men, you know). He looks over the quarterdeck railing and his face twists into a scowl.

"Just kiss!"

And if they don't, he's going down there and holding their heads together himself... As soon as he kills the moray-headed minion of Jones that bears down on him at the moment.

[try_corsets]

Breathless, Elizabeth stares at Will under their crossed swords, ignoring nearby skirmishes and the water falling all around them. She hears Barbosa's bellow and, unable to look away, thinks the old pirate has just issued one of his more sensible commands.

They've done enough waiting.

A heartbeat later, she wraps her left hand around Will's wrist and pulls his arm down to her waist. She lifts up until their mouths meet in a kiss that is utterly free of restraint, like they're both coming home, and her heart sings at the thought that she's kissing her husband.

Finally.

[turned_captain]

Finally.

Everything drops away, as Will is kissed and kisses, holding her to him as close as he can,extending the moment for as long as he can.

Around them the skirmishes appear to be quieter, further away and less urgent. The battle may not be over, but they've not lost the Pearl, and he's won the treasure he's been chasing after for ten long years.

In a moment he'll realise he still has to save his father. But for now, all there is, is Elizabeth. Elizabeth Turner. Mrs. Turner. Captain Turner.

His Elizabeth.

[bringmethatnpc]

Peering up from the safety of the hold, Pintel can't resist turning to glance at Ragetti before giving the locked lovers a sentimental smile.

Ahhhh. Bless 'em.

What a happy ending.