Darkness had fallen over Port Royal. The parting day had seen many things: The successful escape of the governor's daughter and her father's immediate imprisonment.
The man currently inside the abandoned manor was clad in modern high quality garment with rich embroidery. His entire demeanour screamed power and wealth, yet not many knew that he had worked hard to reach his current position.
He had heard of Governor Swann's daughter before but had never paid any attention to it. To him she only had been another bored spoiled brat. But when the news of Jack Sparrow's whereabouts and of his escape had reached him he had known that he would have great fun. More surprising had been when he had heard that the governor's daughter had helped him escape.
The report of Sparrow also had also informed about the fact that Elizabeth Swann had been captured by pirates and eventually recovered with Sparrow by the Royal Navy on a deserted island because she had torched all supplies of rum hidden on the island by smugglers.
But somehow this intelligent young woman had used her feminine persuasion to twist the former Commodore around her fingers. When Beckett had arrived in Port Royal he had expected a young plain woman with a very twisted sense of justice and limited beauty.
How wrong he had been! The woman he had seen waiting for her future husband was a rare beauty. She had dark blond hair, perfectly fair skin and a fierce temper. The only bothersome thing for Becket had been the handsome tall blacksmith who should have become the husband to such a pearl.
His satisfaction had been great when he handed the governor the warrants. His eyes had never left Elizabeth's. To part Elizabeth from her dearly beloved had been very important for Beckett. If Turner brings him the compass the pirates will soon be dead anyway. If he dies than it would only take longer and Miss Swann would be his.
He had expected an ill-conceived escape plan from the Governor, but the boldness of Miss Swann had taken his breath away. He would of course never show it on the outside, but when she had waited for him in his office she had shown her rarity.
This woman was not some helpless daughter, but a warrior. She had reminded him of the ancient stories about the amazons. She was his amazon. When she had suggested "some sort of understanding" his mind had naturally wandered in only one direction. He was a man after all.
But the gun held at his throat had suggested otherwise. Although he had known that he had not been in any immediate danger he had played along. But he had enjoyed it to see that he could make her nervous in the end. He would get her eventually. He always gets what he wants. With the governor in his hands things will be much easier.
She is all the short-witted man has. As he was now examining Elizabeth's little reign in the manor he could not help but realise that he had greatly underestimated the young lady.
If he would believe in something insignificant as faith, he would say that it had intervened. She would have been bored to death after a month with Turner. He was a blacksmith and a pirate's son and she a wealthy highly educated woman of the high society.
As far as Becket could see was fluent in several languages. He could find books in English, French, Spanish, Italian, Latin, Hebrew, Greek and Gaelic (?!). Why would an English woman own books in Gaelic?
French was the language of aristocracy and diplomacy and was essential to survive in the upper classes. Italian was the artistic language for operas, which had been introduced to Britain through the Dilettanti. The women in London only knew Latin as far as they needed it for church. But Greek was mainly reserved for scholars. He could find texts of the Odyssey and Iliad in their origin language. It seemed to him that Elizabeth Swann could not sate her hunger for knowledge.
Like him! As he inspected the neatly arranged shelf he detected some books with neat handwriting. Elizabeth had written several books of her own about the Caribbean. He could find writings about the people and their customs, about pirates, sailing and about religion. She had written about the different religions of the slaves. Her knowledge could be very useful for him. But as he was reading further he discovered that the blond was so talented in her use words and so proficient in the art of rhetoric that she could be dangerous to his company. He read a pamphlet against slavery. Even he could follow her argumentation against it but the East India Trading Company had another policy.
What was that? Behind the books were two other hidden books . One book was about Pirates and their Code, which he was rather familiar with and the other was in Elizabeth's handwriting. As he leaved through it he found that the last entry was three days ago: The day before the prevented wedding. This was her personal diary.
But it was written in the Greek Alphabet. A smirk began to form in Beckett's face. So she tried to hide something. He would find this interesting reading. As he was going around her room his perfectly polished boot tapped on something hard under her bed. He discovered four boxes with several knives, pistols and a large box with an old long broad sword, a rapier and several daggers. Could she use all this weapons?! Who had taught her? Did her father know about this?
If yes then she was much more dangerous than he had anticipated and he had to be careful. This fiery young woman was a too rare diamond to be killed. While he was further assessing Elizabeth Swann a new plan began to take shape.