Hey peoples. So chapter 1 is finally up, and a cookie goes out to FreedomOftheSeas for helping me a great deal with it. Hope it turned out all

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Chapter 1 - An Unsuccessful Interrogation

Dezeray sat in the brig of the Endeavor for a long time, all the while, contemplating all that had happened to her in the past few days. She had snuck onto The Ranger without being successfully detected for about a day. She had been discovered; however, before the captain could do anything with her, that ship-she wasn't sure of its name-had attacked them. She looked up, the memory still fresh in her mind. It had been the most compelling and terrifying ship she had ever seen. The crew had surely been a sight to behold, though the captain had been the most memorable; his crab leg, the long tentacle of his index finger, that lobster claw. It was enough to scare the living daylights out of anyone. She shivered as she thought about how close she had been to him.

'What was it that Beckett called him?' She was almost positive he had said the captain's name. 'It started with a J didn't it? J.....J.....Jones! Yes, that was it! Beckett called him Jones!'

Her eyes suddenly widened as something dawned on her. 'No, it couldn't be,' she thought, shaking her head childishly. Those were just stories, Davy Jones wasn't real...he couldn't be. But, she had seen him with her own eyes and even heard Beckett call him Jones; there was really no other explanation. She sat with her back against the wall of the cell, sighing. She remembered how her father used to tell her stories about the ruthless Captain Davy Jones. When he recruited half-dead souls onto his ship, The Flying Dutchman, they were bound to serve for one hundred years before the mast. They were doomed to transform into monsters of their own repentance.

Thinking of her father, she reached for the little silver pocket knife attached to her belt and pulled it off. She ran her hands over the name engraved on it: Dezeray. She had been thrilled when he had given it to her for her birthday; she carried it around with her everywhere she went. A small smile crept across her face as she thought. Had he been alive today, there is no doubt that he would be immensely proud of her. She couldn't help be feel pride in the fact that she had been aboard one of the most feared ships in the ocean and lived. Though she wasn't quite sure he would approve of how she had snuck onto The Ranger in the first place.

Approaching footsteps interrupted her thoughts; she looked up to find a tall, handsome man walk up to her cell. She sat up and watched as the man revealed a set of keys and began to unlock the cell door. He was holding something else, though she couldn't quite make out what it was.

"Lord Beckett would like to speak with you," the man said as he unlocked the cell door, swinging it open. She could now see that a set of shackles were what was clasped in his hands.

"And who might you be?" she asked him, standing completely still. She grinned and cocked her head to the side as she watched the man before her. He didn't reply, only stood, waiting for her to exit the cell. She began to walk toward him very slowly, watching as he rolled his eyes. Her grin widened.

She stopped as he gripped her wrist, snapping the shackles on. She winced as the rough metal tightened around her skin, but said nothing. He grabbed her arm and led her out of the brig and above deck. They made their way across the main deck and toward the captain's cabin. Dezeray glanced up at the two guards standing on either side of the large translucent glass doors leading to the cabin; they would hinder any chance she had of escaping. The man opened the doors, though she noticed that he did it rather hesitantly. He let her in, stepping in behind her. They found Beckett standing by the large window beside his desk. He turned when he heard them enter.

"Ah, thank you, Admiral," Beckett replied blandly, signaling for him to leave. Norrington nodded, letting go of Dezeray's arm, closing the doors behind him as he exited. Beckett turned back toward the window.

"Surprising that someone so young managed to survive an attack by The Flying Dutchman," he stated, turning to face her.

"What can I say?" she replied, shrugging her shoulders indifferently, "I'm rather resourceful."

"And humble as well, I see." he retorted with a smirk. "No matter, there is something I would like to speak with you about, and if you cooperate, I may just keep you alive."

She gulped.

"So, what exactly would you like to speak with me about?" she asked, managing to keep her voice calm.

"How was it that you found yourself aboard that pirate ship?" He questioned. This wasn't the reply she had been expecting, and she thought for a few moments, unsure of exactly how to answer. She was about to say that she had been a stowaway, though quickly realized that it would not be smart to give this as an answer.

"I was kidnapped," she replied coolly. Beckett raised an eyebrow. He stared hard at her for a few moments, analyzing her; looking for a sign that would indicate she was lying. A twitch of the lips, or a flutter of the eyes; he noted nothing.

"And, where exactly were you kidnapped from?" he pushed.

"Singapore," this time, she didn't hesitate.

"Why were you in Singapore?" he asked, beginning to frown; this interrogation was not going well.

"I traveled there with my father," she explained, slightly confused. This of course was a lie, though she still wasn't sure exactly what Beckett wanted to hear. She had traveled to Singapore by means of a small trading vessel, though she hadn't gone for any specific reason. She just wanted to see what the city was like.

Beckett's frown deepened; this was going nowhere. It didn't seem likely that this girl had any specific information at all. He was no longer sure he needed her, and would have Mercer dispose of her when he got a chance.

"Very well then," he sighed, walking toward the door. Dezeray felt a pang of anxiety as she watched him.

"Stay here, and don't touch anything, or I'll have you killed before we make port." he told her as he exited the room. Despite his thoughts of having her killed aboard the ship anyway, he wanted to make her think she still had some sort of chance.

Dezeray grimaced as she watched him leave; he wasn't very likable. She stood in the middle of the room, dubious of what to do. She was unsure of what Beckett was going to do with her, though the grim idea of having her killed seemed the most likely. She let out a sigh and walked toward his desk, examining its contents. A large map was set out over it, along with a number of small toy-like figurines of soldiers. There was a set of candles, an hour glass, and a few bottles and chests of various sizes.

It was only then that she noticed a dull, thumping noise emanating from the largest chest. She slowly moved closer toward it, leaning down, tilting her head toward it to better hear the noise. At first, she thought it was just her imagination. However, as she continued to listen, the thumping continued. She stepped away from the chest, fascinated, yet at the same time, slightly disturbed. What was inside that chest? She didn't have time to think on the question as the doors behind her suddenly opened and two men stepped inside.

One of them was Beckett, though she wasn't sure about the other. He was of average height, with dark brown hair, and a very merciless expression. He was dressed in all black, bleakly reminding her very much of an executioner.

"Escort her back to the brig, Mr. Mercer," Beckett said, as he walked over to the window again.

"With pleasure," the man replied, nodding. He grabbed Dezeray's arm and led her out of the room.

So that was chapter 1. Hope you enjoyed it, and please, comments and criticism are welcomed.