Jack Sparrow grinned evilly, as he sealed the two letters, posting one to Cutler Beckett, and one to Admiral Norrington.

James Norrington was on duty, pacing the docks in a stiff and stern manner. So far, he had seen nothing that would cause any problems to the loading of the East India Company ships. Beckett had instructed him to keep an eye on the proceeds, as it was feared that there would be smugglers attempting to steal some of the goods. James sighed; it was getting late, his shift would be ending in an hour or so. Until then…..he was just going to have to stick it out in the suns heat.

Cutler Beckett was returning to his house after a day's meeting with the other company executives. He strolled into his office, where he spied a small pink envelope on his desk. Curiously, he picked it up. It had his name on. He opened it.

Dearest Cutler,

Please excuse me for calling you by your first name, but I do believe that for such a personal matter, I do believe it is quite necessary. You see, lately...I have had feelings for you.

Beckett's eyes widened in disbelief, as he continued to read.

You have been most kind to me, giving me my post as Admiral back, and I would like to repay you by inviting you back to my home, for a nice cosy candle-lit dinner.

Yours Lovingly,

Jamie

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx hugs & kisses

Beckett passed out in shock, hitting the floor with an almighty thud. As this was happening, James Norrington had also returned home, only to find an identical pink envelope – you can guess what he found inside it!

After reading it, he promptly had to run to the bathroom to hurl. When he had mopped himself up, he decided to head over to Beckett's immediately, to explain that, although his affections were very touching, James was not inclined to return them.

"The Admiral is here to see you Sir" A servant announced. Beckett had just come back to consciousness, and was recovering with a stiff brandy. He sat bolt upright, spilling brandy all over his lap – he looked like he'd wet himself. Just as James walked in…

"Lord Beckett, it seems that uh…." James gestured helplessly. He suddenly found himself rather tongue tied. This is ridiculous! He thought. He wasn't the one who had sent the letter here!!! Beckett stood up, hastily trying to clean himself off.

"I'm sorry y-y-you caught me at such an unfortunate time Admiral…I got your letter"

"I got yours. Lord Beckett, you are a umm...fine man, but I don't really return your…feelings." Said James uneasily. Beckett goggled at him.

"You don't?" he said, confusedly. James gasped; he hadn't intended to upset him. He awkwardly patted Beckett's hand. Beckett withdrew it in horror.

"Don't touch me!!! Do you really think that inviting me to your house for dinner and god knows else what, was a good way to repay me???"

Now it was James's turn to feel confused. WHAT was going on?

"I never invited you for dinner, but you are quite welcome to come tonight, if you are still quite upset."

"NO! I DO NOT WANT TO COME TO DINNER!!!" Shrieked Beckett, pounding the desk like a toddler having a tantrum.

"Well then, what do you want?" asked James.

"An Admiral who isn't in love with me" snarled Beckett. James stared at him.

"You're the one who's in love me, not the other way around"

"Why would I love you? You bewigged scumbag!" hissed Beckett.

"You have a wig"

"Don't try to get clever with me!"

Both men glared at one another angrily, both believing that the other loved him. It was at this moment that a butler came in, to deliver yet another letter. Beckett opened it.

HaHa – gotcha!

See you at the wedding,

Sparrow