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"Jack has sailed the Black Pearl to Shipwreck Cove."
"And with you no longer aboard her how do you propose to lead us there?"
"What is it that you want most?"
(Taken from AWE)
A small smile appeared on Cutler Beckett's face as he saw the compass dangling from Will Turner's hand. Even though Jack Sparrow was still in the picture, he would still be responsible for leading the Navy to Shipwreck Cove.
"A skilled opponent indeed," The owner of the East India Trading Company murmured to himself as he held the seemingly broken compass fondly as though he was greeting an old friend. He averted his gave from the compass he now possessed to the young man standing in front of him. Beckett always appreciated good business and the man in front of him had proven himself to be good at it. Too good at it. His dealings with Sao Feng had proven it. But there was only room for one top man in the world of business. It was only a matter of time before he was beaten by a competitor. Even a son of a pirate. Being the key leader, he needed to strike before the enemy got the upper hand.
"Mr. Turner," Beckett started as he moved to place the compass on his desk. " Do you know why you're here." The older man could practically feel the confusion coming off the blacksmith.
"To uphold my end of the bargain," Will replied with slight hesitation.
"No," the Lord answered, "You are merely a tool in a much larger betrayal." A look of comprehension and then anger flashed across Will's face. Beckett motioned with his head to the guards at the door and they came running over to wrestle Will's arms behind his back. "Our business is at an end, Mr. Turner." He said loudly over the sound of Will's furious complaints of being restrained. "Take him the brig of the Dutchmann." He then said more quietly to the third guard who had entered the cabin. A yes sir was his answer.
"Beckett!" Will yelled as he struggled against the guards as they attempted to pull him towards the door. "We had an agreement! What about Eliza-!" the rest of his cry was cut off by a very smug looking Davy Jones slammed the door behind him.
"There is one other term I will agree to…" the tentacled man said with a malicious grin starting to spread over his face.
"Do as you wish with Mr. Turner, but do not kill him. He may have some use for us still." A moment later Jones could be heard shouting at the men who had taken Will out of the cabin to restrain "the whelp" to the main mast instead of taking him to the brig. Beckett calmly sat down at the seat which Will had earlier occupied and poured himself another cup of tea. The Dutchmann could be seen by the glow of the moon which was highlighting the starboard of the ship sailing away through the window opposite of him. He could have sworn that he heard a whip whistling through the air followed by an anguished scream, but the barnacle encrusted ship was out of range. "It's just good business," Beckett whispered to no one in particular as he took a sip from hic cup of cold tea.