A/N: First of all, huge thanks for all the sweet reviews! I apologize to all my wonderful readers for the quite long break in updating! Life is being cruel and keeps on testing me, although I did not deserve it! I mean it!

I said that this story will be finshed and so shall it be. Here´s the first part of my epilogue. Why not the whole epilogue?

Well, I haven´t quite finished the part 2 yet. And I do admit, it´s not easy for me to tell goodbye to this fic. Just like it´s no easy for Johnny to say goodbye to Jack everytime they are done with filming, savvy?

Epilogue

It was one of those beautiful afternoons with blazing sunshine and cool breeze blowing from the sea. Music and rum were humming in the heads of numerous guests attending the wedding reception. Or, in fact, a huge garden party. The groom's aunt, responsible for the organization of the feast, had decided that squeezing the crowds of swashbuckling pirates from all over the globe in the modest sized Brethren Court Hall wouldn't be a good idea and therefore the celebration was taking place in her generous gardens. The problems arose nevertheless, since every Pirate Lord wished to impress the gathering with shanties sung by their crew in their mother tongue. Such an arrangement would have even been welcomed, if not for the fact that every Lord demanded the honor of being the first to entertain the masses. Fist fights seemed inevitable, but then a shot was heard...

The guests froze in horror as Captain Teague came to their view with a smoking pistol. When no one fell to the ground, everybody exhaled with relief. Apparently, this time he only fired to attract attention. He wished to announce that, accordingly to the Pirate Code, he as the father of the groom was entitled to be the first to entertain the guests. Although nobody doubted that he made that up, not a single soul had guts to challenge him. And so Captain Teague played the wonderful "Spanish Ladies" to open the party, and picked Villanueva's crew to continue with the Spanish vibes as he retired from the stage.

Elizabeth, who had just thanked Captain Teague for yet another dance and slumped down into her chair exhausted, was grateful for Brandy's idea of partying outdoors. Her husband embraced her possesively as soon as she sat down, shooting Teague an icy look. Jack's eyes soon switched over to Lizzie's charming silhouette, her breasts deliciously raising and falling as she was gasping for air. She was mouthwatering, and Jack wasn't comfortable with the thought that he wasn't alone in his judgment. He hated the fact that every pirate, whether Lord or deckhand, craved to dance with his wife. His beautiful wife! The most infuriating was his father who would insolently cut in every time he danced with Elizabeth, annoyingly exclaiming "Switch!" even though it wasn't a switch partners dance. It drove him mad that all he could do was sit there, at the high table, curse through his gritted teeth and watch his Lizzie being squeezed by others.

"My pleasure, child." replied the Keeper of the Code with a lopsided grin. Taking off his feathery hat, he bowed low in front of Lizzie, before mixing into the crowd.

"Old goat!" spat out the groom, earning a poke from his bride.

Teague spun round, furrowing his eyebrows. "Said somethin', Jackie?"

In that moment Jack sensed as if the earth trembled beneath his feet and flinched at the odd sensation.

"Here you are! The finest rum for the bride and the groom!" announced a resonant voice of an opulent figure, that all of a sudden covered Jack's and Lizzie's view and filled their mugs with the spiced liquor. Due to her monstrous shapes, nobody had asked her for a dance, and Jack could tell how she envied other barmaids who laughed, swirling around in the arms of more or less handsome pirates. She was like heaven sent, he decided with a roguish smile.

"How come, that you're not dancing, darlin'?"

"I'm not that good a dancer. But if you asked me, Captain Sparrow, I definitely wouldn't say no. " she blushed and giggled, revealing her cavities.

"Oh, I'm deeply flattered, luv, but today I'm at Mrs. Sparrow's exclusive disposal."

"What a shame..." she sighed saddened. "...because apparently there are no other gentlemen here who would be interested in dancing with me," complained the girl, as she dropped her gaze and nervously played with the fabric of her apron.

"Why of course there are! It's just that they may not be bold enough to ask a lass as exceptional as yourself."

"Really...?" her eyes glistened with hope.

"Stop it, Jack. It's not funny!" Elizabeth hissed into his ear.

"Of course!" continued Jack, ignoring Lizzie's remark. "One of them happened to be watching you. His eyes are fixed on you ever since the party started. He swore that all he's dreaming of is to dance you till dawn."

"Who is it?" squeaked the barmaid and jumped in excitement, making the earth shake.

Jack squinted his kohl-lined eyes, leaned towards her and whispered. "He was here just a second ago and confessed that to me. Savvy?" he winked.

"Who?" the girl's eyes widened. "Captain Teague?"

Jack nodded. "Go and get him, luv. He said that your womanly shapes turn him on like hell. The only problem is, as I already mentioned, that he's so bloody shy since the death of his late wife. Have you noticed? The poor thing has only been dancing with his daughter-in-law."

"Yes. Everybody did notice, sir."

"Poor widower..." Jack exhaled heavily, successfully faking sympathy despite his blood boiling inside. "He should finally leave the mourning behind him and have some fun. Don't you think?"

"Dear Lord in Heavens, I shall be wasting no time then!"

"He may need some encouragement, though. A couple mugs of rum would do, I guess."

"Certainly!" She curtsied with a bright smile and left them at once, looking for her secret admirer in the thick crowd of dancing guests.

"Just how could you do that? Lie to her, make fun of her?" winced Elizabeth.

"Since I happened to notice that my father is so much into dancing today, I decided to take advantage of his enthusiasm and make the lass happy, even if just for tonight."

"You did it to keep him busy, didn't you?" she raised one of her eyebrows. "It actually looks like a revenge," she stated, biting back a smile.

Jack sniffed. "A few mugs of rum later he will find her far less disgusting."

"You are insufferable." She shook her head.

"Because I wish to enjoy me wife on me wedding day?"

"Did you take into consideration that she will be heartbroken and ridiculed if Teague refuses to dance with her?"

"I did not."

"Well, you should have!" she glared at him.

"My father is very gentlemanly and will definitely give her that one dance."

"One. And you made her believe that he wants to dance with her all night!"

"Let the rum work its miracles, Lizzie. I assure you, they will both be fine."

"Ouch!" moaned Elizabeth. "I rather...doubt it," she added meekly.

"What happened, luv?"

"Look at them," she winced. "She wasn't exaggerating about her dancing skills..."

"Oh," mumbled Jack, as he watched the six and a half feet tall lass once again stepping on his father's foot, and winced simultaneously with him.

Unfortunately for Teague, the dance lasted eternity. The crowd repeatedly demanded encores from the Spanish musicians. They certainly did not let the guests down, to great satisfaction of Captain Villanueva who called for a toast, proud of his talented crew. Teague used it as an excuse to retire from the grass carpet dance floor and join the Spaniard at his table. To his shock, his dancing partner followed him and with no word of encouragement took a sit of honor - in his lap. As a reply to his questioning look, she handed him a bottle full of rum and sweetly whispered something into his ear. He swallowed hard.

French pirates who waited hours for their turn to musically contribute to the party, finally took over from their Spanish colleagues. Jack, glad to see his father in good hands, asked Elizabeth for a slow dance. Out of the corner of her eye, she was watching her father who seemed to have forgotten the world around him since he had met Miss Brandy.

"Did you notice?" she asked her husband. "They are inseparable."

"Indeed. Now take a discreet look to your left. What say you to that, eh?"

Lizzie spotted Jack's father still seating at Villanueva's table, sipping rum straight off the bottle and staring at the generous breasts right in front of his face. The moment he noticed his son's devilish grin, Teague glared daggers at him, and imitated a gesture of cutting one's throat, before fixing his glimmering orbs back on the enormous bosom of his companion.

Elizabeth snorted.

"I told you they will both be fine. Now, that our loved ones seem to be busy and content, we could easily sneak out of here."

"Are you not enjoying the party?"

Jack sighed, slightly disappointed. "Have you forgotten about our wedding night, Lizzie?"

"It's not even evening!" she said, taken aback.

"Trifles," he answered as he bowed to thank her for the dance.

"That's interesting," Lizzie noticed with a naughty smirk, on their way back to the table. "I thought you loved weddings. Drinks all around!"

Jack rolled his eyes as they sat down. "Listen, luv. Either you follow me to the Pearl instantly, or I shall ravish you right here. Right on this table. Right...now!"

"Well, in such a case I'm tempted to refuse you," she replied in a seductive tone, struggling not to snort and keep a straight face. Her eyes glimmered like gems, her reddened cheeks contrasting with her white dress, that wonderfully underlined her alluring shapes. Jack felt his breeches getting too tight.

"Alright, then," he stated somehow offended and cocked his head to the side. It was their mugs, still half full with liquor, that were the first to go, the plates and cutlery soon to follow.

"What are you doing, Jack?"

"We will need space, luv."

She stared at him agape and blinked. "We can't leave yet! I haven't thrown my bouquet!"

Jack grinned as he noticed how much she hurried to climb their table. With roses in her hand Lizzie made an announcement and all the guitars and concertinas stopped playing. Soon, a group of unmarried women of all ages gathered before Elizabeth, hoping to catch the flowers and be the next happy bride. Mistress Ching, although a bit shy, decided to join in and put her sharpest glasses on. The bouquet of wine red roses glided high above the jumping ladies and rolled on dozens of hands that stretched for it. Accompanied by squeaks and screams, it bounced like a ball from one palm to another to eventually fall yards away, at an almost deserted table, occupied by only two people. Lizzie gave a gasp of shock as the woman who had the bridal bouquet land in her lap, slowly stood up with a mortified smile and flushed cheeks.

Jack twitched his nose. "How the hell would I be calling her. Mummy?"

Elizabeth grabbed his hand and led him away from the loud crowd, until they were hidden behind a cypress wall.

"Isn't it an opportune moment to vanish, now that the lovely couple attracted the whole attention of the crowd?" she whispered, and bit her lower lip. He answered her with a kiss.

A/N: Part two of my Epilogue will follow soon! I swear it will be the last one^^

And now, please do let me know whether you liked the update and ... who in your opinion is the lovely couple that attracted crowd´s attention?

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