Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Cutler Beckett. Yardarm Charity is my own, and always will be.
Summary: What if Cutler Beckett fell in love with a pirate?
High in Fort Charles, the short gentleman watched as she sailed in
High in Fort Charles, the short gentleman watched as she sailed in.
"Dreadlocks, boots, raggedy clothing, and a captain's hat," He sneered in disgust. "Must be a pirate. Well, he's in for a nasty surprise!" When he reached the dock, he realized that it wasn't a he; it was a she! And she had the most captivating eyes he had ever seen. From the way she held herself he could tell she came from a well off family. Their gaze broke as she took in his attire and as her eyes widened in fear. She turned and was about to row back to her ship when he grabbed her arm.
"I know you're a pirate, there's no use in running," he said as he hauled her off to jail.
The next day…
The gentleman couldn't keep is mind off of the young girl he had imprisoned yesterday. Was it a…did he dare think it, infatuation? He found himself longing to get to know her, her story, everything about her. He decided to take off his wig when he got off work (ha, he was the boss, he should go do that now) and go visit her. Out of uniform of course.
A few hours later…
He still couldn't keep his mind off her, so he called it a day. Going home and quickly changing, he ran off to the jail.
"Cell 7, please."
"Right this way sir." When he got there, she recognized him immediately.
"Come to tell me when I'm to be hung?"
"No, I just need to know your name."
"Yardarm Charity"
"Cutler Beckett, at your service"
"Service? More like 'You'll be hung on Friday' service'. Good day to you, sir"
"Wait, I'm not done yet. I can get you out of here, and make sure you never get hung"
"How'll ye do that? Ye'll just get in trouble"
"Not if I hide you. You can live at my house, with me. People won't talk, nobody will ever know you're there."
"When will this 'plan' take place?"
"Tonight, after dark. Be ready."
"Why should I trust you?"
"You'll just have to. Now make sure you're ready. I'll be here when the clock strikes 12."
Midnight…
"I didn't think you would be coming! I thought it was a cruel joke!"
"I am a good man, and would never go back on a promise. Why would I have reason to play jokes on you?"
"You wouldn't. Now get me out." Cutler opened the cell with the keys he had and took the girl home.