A/N: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR AT WORLD'S END. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T YET SEEN THE FILM.
A little exam relief thing I wrote in between revising for my GCSEs. I've seen the film twice already. Here be the thoughts of a certain aristocrat as he faces his finest moment.
Disclaimer- I don' t own Pirates of the Caribbean
The Price All Men Will Pay
The price all men will pay…
Cutler Beckett stared at his hand again. Odd. He remembered saying those exact words to Weatherby Swann nearly eight months ago in his office in Port Royal. Governor Swann had spent several weeks in a cell in Port Royal, desperate for news of his daughter- Elizabeth.
Beckett offered him just that, in exchange for the Governor's loyalty to the East India Trading Company and to him. Governor Swann had agreed in exchange for the promise that his daughter would be safe.
Funny, how things come back to haunt you when you least expect it?
Miss Swann had been very much alive since then. She had survived and it was she who was now in command of the pirate fleet and on this day she would perish with them.
Her father didn't need to know that. He smiled slightly; her father was no longer alive to know that.
Beckett had the heart of Davy Jones in his control. He controlled the fastest ship on the water- the Flying Dutchman. The only other ship that could possibly match it, the Black Pearl, had been dragged to Davy Jones' Locker along with its pesky captain by Jones' pet.
He had the location of the Brethren Court and the nine Pirate Lords. He could wipe out the pirates in one large swoop.
His command of the oceans would have been assured.
Beckett frowned again.
How had it all gone wrong?
He had command of the seas, but they would not obey him.
Jack Sparrow's band of bubbling idiots had ventured to retrieve their fallen captain and had joined forces with the other Pirate Lords to take the East India Trading Company down once and for all.
In the fight that followed, Jones had gone down. William Turner had seen to it with a little help from Jack Sparrow. Beckett sent his own ship Endeavour from the armada of ships at his command into the battlefield.
The Endeavour was the pride of East India Trading Company. It was his own flagship and the honour of destroying Black Pearl, would be his alone. There would be no challenge; there was no way out for the pirates this time.
They had lost. He had won.
He watched as the Flying Dutchman resurfaced. She rose from the depths of the black ocean and sliced through the waters towards the Endeavour; Sparrow's ship close behind it.
Together, the Endeavour and the Flying Dutchman would take down the Black Pearl.
Or, so he thought.
He watched as his ship was bombarded by cannon fire by both the newly re-captained Flying Dutchman and the Black Pearl. He watched silently as his men begged him for orders. He watched as his ship exploded around him and his goal of taming the seas collapsed with him.
Then he understood.
Only then, did Lord Cutler Beckett truly understand the meaning of his own words.
There was a price that all men paid in the end.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed it