CHAPTER ONE
Norrington threw the compass down on Lord Beckett's desk.
"Ahhh, my friend. Of course your rank will be restored…now that I have this," Beckett picked up the compass and opened it. He glanced up at Norrington who looked a mess. Beckett had always had a thing for Norrington and his dashing good looks. He only hoped James felt the same way about him. Norrington, on the other hand, had always been impressed with Beckett's work ethic and now, as a lord, was charmed with his high rank. James hadn't realized he'd been staring at Beckett until the latter looked up from a piece of paper he was signing.
"Uhm, James?" Beckett started nervously.
"Yes, erm, my lord?"
"I happen to be attending a gala tonight for my good friend Sir Bruno Hendings tonight. He is also one of the King's close advisors and coming to monitor what Governor Swann has worked at here. Would you like to come tonight? Just as friends, you know. I'm sure Sir Bruno would adore hearing about your, erm, mis-adventures over the past two years," Beckett had started to annoyingly bite his fingernails.
"Well, of course. If only…just as friends, you know." 'Can't play hard to get,' he thought.
As James walked out of the room Beckett couldn't help but to check out his butt. 'Who couldn't in those white pants?' Beckett sat staring out into space for a moment then dismissed the thought and went back to signing documents.
'Why is it that I always end up with uncomfortable dresses?' Elizabeth asked herself as she stood in Tia Dalma's room adjusting her 'dress.' It was actually a loose piece of fabric hanging around her shoulders that felt like it was going to fall off any second. She heard a rustling sound from above.
"Land ho!" called the parrot. She looks at him disgustedly still having trouble tying two knots at her shoulders.
Dramatically sighing after successfully tying the knots and arranging her hair in what she hoped to be a sexy manner Elizabeth opened the door and walked gracefully into Tia Dalma's kitchen. In the room over were Will and the rest of the crew sleeping in one huge pile in the middle of the floor. The hut was quiet, save for the soft sounds of sleeping and the gentle hum of fruit flies. Elizabeth huffed into a kitchen chair and stared glumly around herself. What's the point of being beautiful and talented if there's no one around who appreciates it? At that exact moment the parrot who had been apying on Elizabeth before flew over to his owner, Cotton, and squawked, "Polly wants a cracker! Polly wants a cracker!" Cotton jumped in his sleep and slowly rubbed his eyes and finally stood up. The parrot landed on his shoulder and Cotton sluped in to a chair beside Elizabeth. She stood up, looking swiftly about her and opened all the cabinets. "Would you like some pancakes Mr. Cotton?" she asked uncomfortably.
"Aye, aye, Captain!" replied the parrot for him. As Elizabeth searched among various jars for the necessary ingredients Tia Dalma walked right in the door.
"And what do you teenk you are doing in my cabinets?"
"Oh, I'm making some pancakes for breakfast. Would you like some?"
"Ah yes. De denteest's offeece was sooo busy. Tia is tiered," she too had a seat only to jump up again and pull out all of Elizabeth's ingredients.