AN: I apologize in advance for any mistakes in my English, for it is not my native language. Also first fanfic on here so please be gentle and any tips are very much welcome! :D

What is the real truth about Cutler Beckett's hate for (Captain) Jack Sparrow, and what is the mark Jack left on Cutler? What if Jack was the one who killed Cutler's one and true love. Which changed him completely and made him the man we know today.

Pre-Dead man's chest & At world's end

Chapter 1

There was a time when young Cutler Beckett wanted nothing more than to see the world and travel the seas. Here he was sitting in a large office in the rainy and cold London where his quill scribbled onto some documents. He noticed he wasn't paying any attention to what he was doing and woke from his day dreaming, releasing his hand from under his head. There was a big black stain of ink on his parchment. He left out a soft sigh and threw away the wasted piece of paper.

It was already getting quite dark outside and he noticed the clock showed him it was ten minutes past midnight. Once again his work day was far too long and he felt his eyes were heavy and his fingers started to feel numb from all the writing. But it was all worth it since he got assigned to a tour at one of the East India Trading Company's offices on one of the islands along the Spanish coast. This would be the journey of a lifetime and his first real business trip which made him feel proud of all the hard work he accomplished all those months working at the London EITC office.

The week passed slowly as it always does when something grand and exciting is waiting for you. But the day finally arrived and Cutler made his way to the docks of London. It was once again a rainy and cloudy day and the streets were busy, filled with people on their way to wherever they were going.

From a distance he saw the white sails and the blue flags of the EITC ships float and dance with the wind, the magnificent seacrafts being prepared for the journey. It was a cargo ship and carried spices. Once Cutler entered the docks he noticed the familiar smell of the spices in combination with the strong sea salt smell that made him feel at home so much.

As he walked up to the ship there was a harbor master scribbling on a piece of parchment. He walked up to him and tried to make him notice his presence. But the man made no effort in noticing and Cutler coughed once to make him look down on him. It worked as the man dropped his paper down, slightly annoyed and looked him into the eyes.

'What is it you're looking for, young man?' the harbor master looked down at Cutler, his eyes peeking over the edge of his half-moon formed glasses.

'Good day Sir, my name is Cutler Beckett, one of the office workers assigned to be part of the trip to Gibraltar' Cutler spoke brightly.

The man looked at him with a frowned face and pushed the small glasses he wore higher up his crooked nose.

'Aren't you a little young to sail with the Company young man?' the man spoke with an annoyed tone in his voice.

'I'm sure my name should be on the list, Sir'

Cutler waited in silence for a few moments as the man's finger slid down the pages, turned over a few and finally at the very bottom of the last page stopped.

'Ah, there it is. Now move along!' the man pushed Cutler in the direction of the gangplank that led him to enter the ship without paying any attention to him once he climbed aboard. Cutler didn't feel the need to thank the man and noticed how he moved along to the next person awaiting his entrance. He heard the harbor master's voice turn from the cranky old man into a flatterer helping the man which seemed to have a much higher rank than Cutler. But he didn't pay any attention to it any further and was already forgetting about it when he beheld the most beautiful and astonishing ship he had ever set foot on. He was determined to have one at least as magnificent as this one, one day.

Days passed and Cutler felt at home on the ship, even though the work at the office was far from what it was here on the high seas. He mostly got the duty of scrubbing the deck and repair broken parts when needed. Every now and then one of the younger men he worked with at the office in London made haste to one of the bucket's on board or to the rail of the ship to release the already poor meals they got served three times a day. They were no men for the sea or just had never sailed in their young lives. Cutler didn't suffer from the restless stomach the young men were complaining about all the time. No, he had real sea legs and enjoyed his time on the ship apart from the hard manual labor. The burning sun, on the other hand, was what made it killing. But Cutler didn't dare and want to complain what so ever and was determined to complete this journey. There were a few occasions when one of the Luitenants would pass him a compliment on his knowledge of the ship in one of the conversations he had with the group of young men. He felt proud to receive it and it only made him more driven. Cutler was a smart man and in any conversation with him, that was noticeable. Also, he himself knew this very well and sometimes used it to his advantage.

One night the ocean felt rough and restless. There were thunderstorms high in the clouds like the ancient gods were fighting, the waves were as tall as buildings, reaching for the sails that looked like they could be ripped off and fly away any moment. Sailors up deck were busy securing every rope and mast while making their way through the waves that crashed upon the deck with the loudest bang you could imagine water to sound like. Cutler was inside assisting the sailors, along with the other young men, anywhere they could. The ship made unexpected movements and tossed a lad every once in a while to the other side of the corridor on the upper deck. Cutler held himself steady against the sudden movements of the waves and heard the captain of the ship shout to the sailors and lieutenants on deck.

Cutler heard something that made him think his ears were betraying him. Did the Captain say anything about another ship in sight? He decided to make way to the deck. Not thinking about whether this was against the orders of the Captain he figured the men were too busy with the situation anyway. Cutler opened the door to the main deck and made way towards the group of lieutenants and the Captain who were in a heated discussion. Cutler winded his ear as if he could follow the conversation with all the noise the thunder and the heavy rain caused. He heard the Captain now scream to get above all the sounds of nature, Cutler stiffened and stopped walking nearly reaching the helm of the ship. He didn't move an inch and tried to comprehend what he heard him scream.

'Did he say pirates?' Cutler mumbled to himself.

As he tried to reach for the balustrade of the deck, trying to make himself stand straight again, he looked to the side of the ship where the other ship was noticeable through the thick fog. He searched for the flag to see what kind of ship it was, as his eyes managed to find it he froze again. The Captain was right, there it was, a big black flag with a skeleton, holes in it everywhere. This was the first time Cutler ever laid eyes on a pirate ship and he couldn't believe this was happening.

All of a sudden out of nowhere he heard the loudest bang he had ever heard. The wood of the ship was cracking and getting destroyed by an object so heavy. He heard the center mast of the ship crack and soon more cannon balls followed. Cutler had to dive down onto the deck and placed his hands on the back of his head, covering it so the pieces of wood wouldn't fall on top of it. He soon stood up from the ground to make his way to the Captain to see if there was anything he could do, but it all went so fast. He looked at the place where the Captain and lieutenants were discussing a few moments ago and they were gone. He saw some men bleeding and crawling on the ground. He tried to help out but for most of them, it was too late.

Then after what seemed forever the cannon balls of both ships stopped. Cutler had managed to shelter himself along with some men still alive. A few minutes ago the sailors below deck did everything they could to shoot this damn pirate ship to the bottom of the ocean, but now it was quiet. Even the sea had stopped raging and the silence made his ears creak. There was a high tone beep in his ears that would be there at least some days. But that was least of his worries.

The few men left alive were gathering around and out of nowhere, there was a loud bang. From what they could see there was a big shadow crossing from the pirate ship to theirs and all men waited in silence, knowing they were outnumbered by this sudden surprise attack. It wasn't clear anymore who was from which rank since they all looked filthy and bloody from the battle. Hats, wigs were lost and coats were destroyed.

The big shadow formed into a man wearing a large hat with a dark purple feather that made him look even taller. Behind him what must have been the rest of his crew followed. Looking curiously to the men being surrounded, without sharing any words.

'Ah what a beautiful day for another trading ship to cross paths with..' the man with the big hat spoke, breaking the long silence.

The Captain of the EITC ship stepped forward, limping a bit, and looked the tall man into the eyes.

'Who are you? Make yourself known!' he burst out.

'Oh, how rude of me. My name is Captain Christophe-Julien de Rapièr. And you are my prisoners now..' without awaiting any response the pirate Captain waved his hand and one of his men grabbed the Captain of the Company and slit his throat. Some of the Company men stepped forward to try and stop him, but the other pirates lifted their weapons.

'For anyone of you making any move will await the same faith. You'll rot at Davy Jones' Locker!' the pirate Captain yelled, which made all the men keep their tongue.

After what felt like an eternity some of the pirates returned on deck from inspecting the whole ship. They made their way with everything valuable and expensive on the ship.

Cutler stood there in silence and couldn't believe what was happening. He wanted to do something so badly but knew that would cost his head.

'Now, I only want the youngsters. They make the best slaves' the Captain spoke while inspecting the crew of the Company's ship. The pirate crew did what was commanded and killed every lieutenant and older sailors still left. Cutler tried to reach for a sword from one of the lieutenants but was busted and caught by his arm.

Before they knew it they were standing on the large dark pirate ship that stank like rotten food and long out of date rum. Nothing like the fine smell of spices aboard the East India Company ships.

'What are you going to do with us?' one of the young men spoke bravely but looked frightened for his life.

'You're part of the goods that will make us rich' one of the pirates laughed, he looked at the lad and twitched his left eye to scare him.

'You are planning to sell us as slaves?' Cutler stepped toward the Captain who turned and looked down at him as he was quite taller.

'Smart boy' was all the Captain answered.

'We will be found and you will be convicted' Cutler spoke calmly, staring into the Captain's cold eyes.

'Shut it! And if anyone of you is as bold to cross me.. or if you cross me again like that. There will be consequences!' the pirate Captain yelled. He waved one of his orders again and the pirates took them to the brig.

The young men guided by three pirates got below deck where it was dark and wet. Cutler tried to look around in the dark to study the way out of here, just in case they would escape. He looked down at his black boots that were soaking wet from the floor and they made their way through the few inches of water here below. There were two large cells which could contain at least six men each. The four men including Cutler were put in separated cells, two of the men in one and two in the other. He had no idea why but he figgered that the pirates guiding them weren't smart enough to have good a reason for it.

To Cutler's surprise, he noticed voices whispering when he walked into his cell and in the back he saw a group of three people. Cloaked and hooded so he couldn't see their faces, sitting on the ground, all looking over their shoulder, curious to whom the new prisoners would be.

'Enjoy your stay!' one of the pirates yelled and closed the door shut behind the men with a loud noise.

There was an awful long silence. Cutler and George, one of the four young men locked in the same brig, watched their cell mates still staring. They decided to await the three people making their approach, they couldn't tell if it might be other bloody pirates or not. They didn't want any more trouble.

'Are you from the East India Trading Company?' one of the men in the group of three cloaked people rose from the ground.

'Yes we are.. who.. are you, and how did you know?' George asked questioning.

'I regonize your attire' the man spoke and he revealed his head from underneath his hood. Cutler forgot they still wore their uniforms. The man was wearing a white wig and naval uniform which made him trustworthy, he was obviously a man of rank. He looked about ten years older than Cutler and George.

'I'm Lieutenant Greyer. Maybe we can work together on getting the hell out of here, we can use some men force..' Lieutenant Greyer continued. Cutler and George nodded. The other two figures stood up as well after seeing they were from the same side and made their way to the men. One of them lowered their hood as well.

'We have to be cautious and need to make absolutely sure she doesn't get harmed, Luitenant Greyer. We can't just trust anyone' the man who just revealed his face spoke uncertain but strict.

Cutler thought his ears betrayed him again and the annoying beep in his ears didn't help with hearing properly either. But did he say her, her meaning the ship?

'We can only accept all the help we get offered Luitenant Brown.. we have no choice' Lieutenant Greyer whispered toward the other lieutenant, wearing the same uniform.

They were clearly of a high rank, the other man was probably the same age as Luitenant Greyer, men that made something of their lives, Cutler though.

'You're right.. we're in the same situation, where are my manners. I'm Lieutenant Brown' the other lieutenant spoke hesitating with a tone that almost sounded sarcastic like he still didn't trust the situation but went along with it. His dark eyes tried to show friendliness.

The other figure stood quietly among the men, a little more into the back of the cell, like it was scared of the newcomers. The lieutenants looked protective of the figure as it stepped forward to make itself known as the hood dropped down.

Underneath the hood of the cloak appeared a young woman. Her long red hair fell softly onto one side of her shoulder. Her piercing emerald eyes seemed frightend yet strong. She wore a cream-colored dress while her slender shoulders were protected by a silk dark green cloak. Her attire showed she had to be an English noble woman coming from a rich family.

Cutler didn't believe his eyes and was forgetting about everything around him. She must have been near her twenties. He noticed her beauty, one that was rarely seen, it was pure and captivating. Cutler couldn't deny the fact he felt attracted to her, but he soon realized probably most men would be by her mysterious and intriguing appearance.

A woman aboard this hideous and dangerous vessel, how did she end up here for she did not belong here.

'My name is Katherina Florence' her soft voice spoke, making her name known..