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After several minutes of awkwardly standing around in complete silence the music starts playing which is the cue for you to make your entrance. You step through the gate on the roof and finally see the decoration and all the guests sitting in their designated areas. It's all very pretty, very formal and very rigid. You can see Big Moms influence everywhere from how the guests were seated to how the flower bouquets were composed. No wonder, as she was quite tyrannical when it came to planning the wedding. Everything is to her design and made to cater to her tastes. Even the cake, the pristine white monstrosity that's bigger than some castles you've seen. It has many layers, all very elaborately designed with the topmost one being big enough for the ceremony to take place. A flight of stairs was carved in the side of this culinary wonder and you walk up it hand in hand. When you get there however you freeze.
"S-Spider? What are you doing here?"
"Oh. The priest had a sudden... incident. Let's just say that you should avoid the bathrooms if you can help it. Now then!"
Ann claps.
"Shall we begin?"
Due to the "special circumstances", most of which involves you not being able or willing to memorize all the steps, the ceremony itself is shortened considerably. After addressing the crowd to tell them why they are there and asking if anyone has any objections, as if they don't know already and anyone would dare to speak up, Ann moves onto the actually important part. The bit that anyone cares about.
"Do you Silver accept Charlotte Nutmeg as your wife?"
"Yes."
"You're supposed to say: I do."
Ann whispers to you.
"Oh sorry. I do!"
"And do you, Charlotte Nutmeg accept captain Silver as your-"
But as Ann gets to that part something changes. You feel like something is profoundly wrong with the whole situation. And as you do you see Nutmeg collapsing on her knees, her whole body shaking for some reason. The whole crowd sees this and tensions skyrocket in an instant. Already the worried cries of her family members are cut short by violent and hateful accusations. Fingers are being pointed at you and "He did something" can be heard echoing among the masses. Members of the Charlotte family are already glaring at your crewmembers and you recognize that look in their eyes. They are ready for a lynching.
In your confusion you nervously look at the bride on her knees.
"Oi Nutmeg-"
But as you try to ask her what's wrong a faint, muffled sound cuts through the roaring rage of the people below. Though fainter than a whisper it rings in your ear louder than even Big Moms furious shouting. Weeping. The mewling gets more and more pronounced until you start wondering if you can really hear it or if it's all in your head. Or Nutmegs.
"why... why me... mama... I don't... want this..."
