A/N: Hello everybody, this is TheEvilTrafficCone, this is my first POC2 story. I know it doesn't go into great detail about my OC, but that will be explained next chapter. Warning, some language! Oh and it took me forever to find the POC2 script. Thanks for reading and please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest or Curse of the Black Pearl.

Part 1

Chapter 1

"Come on Toby, I think that bastard Beckett went this way." I called to the tall man behind me. We walked through the empty streets of Port Royal, rain making it a muddy river. Toby and I were soaked to the bone when we spotted a large group of redcoats gathered by a respectable house. I drew closer, Toby was at my side and we saw Becket speaking to a man in shackles and a woman in a wedding dress.

"Will…!" The woman cried softly, running to the man. He was tall and young, with long blonde brown hair. He seemed to be nicely dressed, but not too over the top with the fine cloths.

"Why is this happening?" The bride asked. Her dark blonde hair was soaked and her wedding dress hung limply around her. She had a lovely figure, and seemed to glow even in the darkness of the storm. Despair and confusion were in her eyes.

"I don't know. You look beautiful." Will told her, looking at her lovingly, I guessed he was the groom.

My prediction was confirmed, "I think it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding." The pretty girl spoke.

"Make way, let me through!" An elderly man in a white wig spoke as redcoats crossed their long axes to bar him from entering.

"Is that the governor?" Toby asked as we stood a little ways off watching the spectacle.

"I don't know." I answered back, I was curious to find out why these seemingly respectable couple was being arrested by Beckett.

"How dare you! Stand your men down at once! Do you hear me?" The governor ordered.

Beckett began to speak, his white, curly wig not even moving as he turned to see the man, "Governor Weatherby Swann, it's been too long."

"Cutler Beckett!" Governor Swann spoke hostilely.

"His Lord now… actually."

I groaned at the arrogance in that ponce's voice. I watched more, waiting for him to finish so I could speak to him.

"Lord or not, you have no reason and no authority to arrest this man." The governor told Beckett.

"In fact, I do. Mister Mercer! The warrant for the arrest of one William Turner."

"This warrant is for Elizabeth Swann." Governor Swann read the parchment. He looked up at his daughter standing closely to Will.

"Oh, is it? That's annoying. My mistake. Arrest her."

"On what charges?" Elizabeth asked incredulously.

"No!" Will shouted, attempting to protect his fiancé.

"Ah-ha! Here's the one for William Turner. And I have one for Mister James Norrington. Is he present?" Beckett spoke in an upstanding manner.

Norrington? I thought, he was in Tortuga. He was the infamous drunk who used to be commodore in Port Royal. He had sunk lower than dirt in a matter of days.

"What are the charges?" The governor's daughter repeated herself.

"Commodore Norrington resigned his commission some months ago." Governor Swann spoke.

"I don't believe that's the answer to the question I asked." Beckett sniffed.

"Lord Beckett! In the category of questions not answered…" Will Turner added angrily, his body tensing.

"We are under the jurisdiction of the King's governor or Port Royal, and you will tell us what we are charged with." Elizabeth exclaimed, fed up with being arrested at her own home on her wedding day.

"The charge…is conspiracy to set free a man convicted of crimes against the crown and empire, and condemned to death, for which the- Governor Swann read from the warrant.

"For which the punishment, regrettably, is also death." I could see that Beckett was enjoying himself tremendously, "Perhaps you remember a certain pirate named Jack Sparrow."

"Captain!" The couple shouted together.

"Captain Jack Sparrow." Elizabeth corrected.

Well I had definitely heard of Jack Sparrow, but I couldn't say I had seen that two timing snake recently. I was surprised he would have anything to do with these two upper-class residents. But then again, I had cut off contact with him a long time ago and his scandalous affairs did not concern me.

"Captain Jack Sparrow. Yes, I thought you might." Beckett scornfully spoke.

With that, the soldiers clasped manacles onto Elizabeth's slim wrists and with strained her father. They were escorted off and brought to the docks where they were roughly pushed onto Beckett's ships.

Finally I was able to get a word with Beckett alone. Toby standing by my side, ready to protect me or "influence" Beckett to see things my way.

"Lord Cutler Beckett." I approached the short, but vicious aristocrat. Toby gave him a wary look, his dark hair hung across his eyes and his fists clenched. He was the one man I could trust when it came to negotiations. I respected him deeply; we had known each other since childhood. That was before he had grown into a hulky and intimidating person.

"Captain Rummy." Beckett looked at me like a vermin.

"My Lord, "I said with effort, "I have come to ask to be released from the East India Trading Company."

"Is that so?" Beckett looked mockingly at me, "Well we have an agreement if you don't remember. I gave you liberation from the gallows in return for your loyal employment for the East India Trading Company."

"You don't need to remind me!" I my voice growing louder, "I still ask for freedom and if you don't release me from you East India Trading shit, then I swear on my life your merchants will be at the bottom of the sea!" I hissed, Toby grew closer, sensing danger.

Beckett seemed to be thinking my proposal over, he calmly spoke, "I thank you for you three years of service, Captain Rummy. I may consider unemploying you if you do me one favor."

"What might that be?" I asked, pushing my long chestnut hair out of my eyes. There was no way I trusted this pale faced monster.

"I believe you remember a certain key I had you attempt to fetch about a year ago." Beckett slyly explained.

"Yes," I remembered looking down at my left hand. The pinky and ring finger were missing. Never go to Cannibal Island.

"Well my sources tell me that somebody has retrieved it."

"Really? And who might that be?" I asked suspiciously.

"Captain Jack Sparrow."

A/N: So, I hope this chapter wasn't too confusing. Like I said, Rummy will be explained more in depth next chapter. Review if you have questions. Thanks!

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