Power: Well, there seems to be a lot of narration in this chapter. I have also fixed errors in the previous chapter.

Chapter 2: The Plan

Governor Weatherby Swann looked up as soon as his feet touched the bottom of the longboat. Davy Jones stared back with ice blue eyes. "Remember what we discussed, Governor."
Swann nodded and sat down. The crewman who had brought him to the ship, Koleniko was now responsible for taking him back. He pushed away from the side of the Dutchman and headed back for the harbour.
They had decided that they would try to take back the heart today. Once the ship had finished loading, and this was not too far into the future, the Dutchman was to leave to start its pirate-hunting mission. And Jones thought that it was likely that the heart was also going to be on the ship, under the watchful eye of one Beckett's lackeys, likely to be Mercer. They had debated briefly over who should be responsible for getting who out of Beckett's office. Swann pointed out that as Beckett and himself were acquaintances, Beckett would be more likely to accept a request from him. Therefore it was up to Jones to figure out a way to keep Mercer occupied.

Three of the Dutchman's crewmembers were waiting on the jetty. They all had various items that were to be ferried across to the waiting ship. One bent down to steady the boat, the second helped Swann onto the jetty while the third and Koleniko began to load the now free boat. Swann thanked the crewman and walked back up to his awaiting carriage. He thanked the driver for waiting, and informed the man that he would prefer to walk. It was quite a way on foot back to his manor, but it would give him time to think and he thought better when he was on his feet.

Swann had more or less reached the halfway point, when he heard the clattering of a carriage approaching. He glanced over his shoulder and moved to one side to let it pass. The carriage came to a halt before him. The door swung open before the driver could get down to open it and staring back at him was none other than Lord Cutler Beckett.
"Weatherby Swann," he said cheerfully. "I was looking for you. Would you like a lift?"
Swann glanced up at the sun. "I thought it a nice day for a walk."
Beckett followed his gaze, squinting, made a decision and hopped out of the carriage, shutting the door behind him. "Would you mind if I joined you?"
Swann blinked, trying to fathom Beckett's motives. Then he added; "Old friend?"
For a brief moment the Governor was transported back to his estate in England, where he had been introduced to the charming young man, Cutler Beckett. He had entertained the thought that Beckett would make a good match for Elizabeth when she was older. But then his beloved wife had died. He left England for Jamaica and he and Beckett had simply lost touch. Perhaps he was just making up for lost time.
Swann smiled. "I wouldn't mind at all."
And Beckett gave him the first genuine smile since his unexpected arrival.

The first half of the trip had not taken that long, but Weatherby Swann found it surprising how short a journey could become when one had company.
"It would seem our journey has come to an end," Cutler Beckett remarked.
Entirely on a whim, Swann found himself asking. "Beckett, would you be agreeable to dining at my manor this evening?"
Beckett beamed. "I would be delighted."
He had sent the carriage ahead to wait for him at Swann's manor and there it was. Weatherby waited politely for the carriage to leave before turning his mind to heading into his own home. When the carriage was well away from his manor, Swann had still not moved. He was thinking. He was thinking because he was confused. The mid-afternoon sun beat down on him but he did not notice. He had made a promise to, no, a deal with Davy Jones. If he were to go back on that, to say Jones would be furious was an understatement. But just now, Beckett had been the old friend he remembered. Perhaps Elizabeth would be safe in his hands after all?
But I don't trust him."
Swann frowned. That was right, he did not trust him. He remembered the way Beckett had, seemingly completely without remorse, sentenced Elizabeth to death. And of course William and James as well. What would Beckett gain from reviving their friendship? Swann's trust. Yes, just from that brief conversation, Swann had started to trust Beckett. And trust could blind people to a person's actions, however wrong they were.
Swann's blood boiled at the thought of being taken in by that pretence of friendship. At least Davy Jones had been perfectly honest with the fact that if Swann were to get caught, not only would he do nothing to help, he would also vehemently deny any involvement in Swann's plan.
It occurred to him that he had just found a way to get Beckett out of his office for the evening. He thought it funny how ideas often came to one when one was not thinking.

Mercer regarded the First Mate of the Flying Dutchman with an expression Maccus could not read. The First Mate glanced about Beckett's office, looking and feeling thoroughly out of place. It was all so. . . normal. He'd only been on land for a few minutes and already he wanted to be back on the Dutchman.
"I would like to point out that I am quite accustomed to sleeping on a ship," Mercer informed him, tersely.
Maccus sorely wanted to comment on the fact that he did not look like one who slept on a ship or off it. Instead he said, "The Dutchman is not an ordinary ship." Adding silently, "In case you hadn't noticed."
As luck would have it, Beckett seemed to be on Jones' side. Thus, Mercer was to accustom himself to sleeping on the Dutchman for the night. Maccus tried not to shudder at the thought.

Governor Weatherby Swann glanced up at the window at the chime of the grandfather clock, indicating that Beckett was likely to be arriving shortly. Having nothing to do till the hour of truth arrived, he had confined himself to his library and was trying to read a book, but he did not have the concentration for it. He wondered if the kitchen staff had discovered that the wine had "run out" and decided to go downstairs to investigate. No wine would give him a good excuse to go down into the port proper. From there he could get into Becket's office, take the heart, reunite it with its rightful owner and be back before Beckett knew anything was amiss.

The butler hurried to open the door. He had of course been expecting Lord Cutler Beckett's arrival and was not surprised to see the man in question waiting patiently outside.
"Lord Beckett, we've been expecting you." He moved aside to allow him to enter. "The Governor asked me to convey his apologies," he continued. "We were short stocked on wine. He took this as an opportunity to purchase your favourite brand and should not be long in returning."
Beckett smiled. "How thoughtful."
"The Governor also insisted that you were to be shown to the library, where you have been granted full access to all of his books, to wait for his return."
"Lead the way."

Davy Jones stared out across the bay to the harbour. A burning lantern had drawn his attention. It was clasped in the hand of Mercer. He sighed. He truly loathed the thought of sharing any sort of space with the man, a sentiment shared by the rest of his crew, but it was hopefully going to get him his heart back, so he could put up with it for one night. Jones glanced up to where he assumed Swann's manor lay and silently wished the man luck.

Power: Looks like things are about to kick off. :D
I wanted to get this into the chapter, but couldn't fit it in. :(
"Cutler. I've always regarded that as an unfortunate name."
"You have no idea," he replied ruefully.
XD!
And whether or not Beckett was genuinely being friendly, or was in fact faking it is entirely up to you. Hell, I'm not even certain of it myself.