As Maria got Ready for the wedding she was thinking. 'Why am I doing this? I wish I didn't have to.' and some other things like, 'This feels wrong.' and 'No not again!' But while one of Cutlers' servants were tying the back of her corset together she was looking out of the large bay-window out to the sea. 'Oh honey, I wish I didn't have to do this.' she said to her self.

"Honey!" called Beckett. "Are you ready?"

         After he had said that one single tear fell from Maria's eyes. She sounded nervous and scared once she said, "y... yes I'm ready." But of course, she wasn't. As the servants walked out of the room and once Maria was the only one left she then touched the silver locket that was around her neck and whispered into it, 'Love, you know I am not doing this because I love him because I don't! I love you more than life itself. ' She stood there staring out to the horizon.

"I know love-ah." she heard from out of nowhere. But she knew who it was and a slight smile crept upon her face.

"Honey," called Beckett entering the room. "What are you doing over there - you look beautiful."

"Thank you." Maria curtsies.

"What is that around your neck?!" he said pointing to the silver heart shaped object that was around her neck.

"Oh it's....." she was cut off....

"You are not going to wear that..... that.... thing! It is much to grimy." Maria was shocked. "Well never mind that, let us go to the wedding now shall we?" Maria nodded silently.
                      At the wedding..................
            Outside of Beckett's mansion on the cliffside the wedding was being held, "Do you take Maria Jones...." "Don't say that name." said Beckett sharply to the minister. He then continued, " Well, do you take Maria to be your wife?"

"I do." Beckett said while squeezing Maria's hand very tightly.

"Do you take Lord Cutler Beckett to be your husband?"

"I.....I..." Maria stammered. "She does." Beckett said again.

"If anyone has a very good reason that these two should not be wed speak now or forever hold your peace." said the minister.

            Silence........ cold, dead, silence. Maria looked at Beckett nervously. The minister was about to speak when he was cut off by the most loudest sound in the past few minutes. Maria looked over behind the minister and saw...... the Flying Dutchman coming out of the clear blue Caribbean waters.

"I OBJECT-AH!"

"He is too late minister, just keep going." Beckett said anxiously.

"He has the right to speak if he wishes." Beckett went silent.

             The Flying Dutchman came closer to the cliffside. "I know why these two should not be wed-uh."

"And why Mister......?"

"Jones-ah. Davy Jones."

"Y... you... are Davy Jones...... you.... you are the devil." the minister makes an 'X' with his two index fingers.

"Yes, yes I know." Davy said with the least bit of emotion.

"So.... what is your reason?"

Davy walks next to the minister and says, "Because, I am happily married to that woman over there-ah." He points to Maria. The minister looks over at Maria with what looks like amazement and pity.

"Yes I am happily married to him and - Cutler..... let me go." she struggles.

"No, I am never letting you go!" Davy steps closer to Beckett.

"Beckett, let her go-uh." Davy says with concern for Maria.

"No I won't, Davy you will have to fight me to get her back!" Beckett says throwing Maria to the ground ripping her nice white wedding dress.

                 Beckett takes out his sword and Davy does too. "What do you think will you gain from this Beckett-ah?!"

"Nothing, probably but I have something, YOU need." Beckett smiles.

"Oh, like what-ah?" Davy says with a sharp tone.

"Your heart."
                 Maria's eyes start to well up and tears start to fall. Davy's face is full with anger and revenge. Beckett is just enjoying the moment and laughing.

                                  Who will win the sword fight?....... to be continued.