The walk, or run to the fort seemed longer then it actually was. Marguerite still couldn't believe she was doing this, but she couldn't let the poor girl go alone.

Finally Marguerite saw a balcony door open that looked all too familiar to her. She scowled at it for a moment before pointing up. The girl simply nodded and followed her way in. With a simple push, the door was open and immediately they began looking for the letters.

Elizabeth had a sense of determination in her, she was going to get these letters then free her fiancé, if Beckett got in the way of that it was his own fault. Unfortunately, the only thing she found of value on that desk was a pistol. Holding it tightly in her hand she continued to look for the letters with this woman until letting out a groan of frustration.

Marguerite looked everywhere the girl didn't, she lifted a lid off of a box on Beckett's desk, and the wood slowly creaked under her feet as Elizabeth turned to look. Marguerite had a triumphant smile on her face lifting up the leather casing. For the first time all evening, Elizabeth had a smile on her face. Marguerite handed the letters to her which she quickly opened to look them over; however, it seemed they had one more step before they were home free. "Damn! Their not valid until Beckett signs them!" Her head turned to a hint of candle light that was nearing along with the familiar sound of boots approaching. "I have an idea, follow me! And stay silent!" Elizabeth said as she took Marguerite by the arm and drug her into the darkness, waiting for the opportune moment.

There he was, Lord Cutler Beckett. He entered the office calmly with a candle light and a few other papers in hand. He set them both down on his desk before realizing the box containing the letters of Marque had been opened. He opened it, took a single glance then closed it again. He knew who it was. He then spoke, addressing the darkness. "No doubt you've learned that loyalty is no longer the currency of the realm as your father believes."

Elizabeth grinned and stepped out of the darkness, holding her pistol behind her back. "Then what is?"

He turned on his heels, only Elizabeth? Oh this was far too easy. "I'm afraid that currency is the currency of the realm."

Marguerite watched closely, hoping she could have a grand entrance soon enough as Elizabeth walked towards Beckett. "I expect then that we can come to some sort of understanding, I'm here to negotiate." By negotiate, she meant do whatever it takes. Before he could say another word she drew the pistol out aiming it at his head.

Beckett froze up on the inside, damn, it seemed he would have to negotiate, but then again there was always a way out of a situation. "I'm listening…"

Marguerite grinned seeing this as the perfect time. She too strode out of the darkness and had her pistol aimed at Lord Beckett's head. He took a single breath and glanced at Marguerite for a moment before looking at the both of them again. "I'm listening….intently."

Elizabeth grinned seeing marguerite at her side, they had him now! With her other hand she lifted the letters up in his plain sight. "These letters of Marque, they are signed by the King."

Ah, so this was what they were after. But there was just a small problem with what they wanted and what he was willing to give. "Yes and they are not valid until they bear my signature, and my seal."

Elizabeth scoffed; did he think they were stupid?! Why did he think they had him at gunpoint? "Or else we would not still be her."

Finally, growing tired of remaining silent, Marguerite spoke up. "I suggest you cooperate with us Lord Beckett, it would be foolish to turn against two women you have so deeply wronged."

Beckett raised a brow, turning to Marguerite. After their first meeting from only just a few hours ago, he knew how to speak to her. "I have seen your talent's Miss St. Just, I must say you are a threat all on your own."

Marguerite sneered at his words and cocked the pistol pressing it closer to his flesh. "I am no whore."
Beckett's face was un-readable (real word?) as he kept his glance frozen to hers. "How true that may be, but you are a…remarkable actress."

Elizabeth watched the two converse, that made her curious as to just how Marguerite had truly ended up in the prison. Before things got ugly, she interrupted. "You sent Will to get you the Compass owned by Jack Sparrow…it will do you no good…"

"Do explain." Lord Beckett asked casually.

The next few moments were confusing to Marguerite. Isle De Muerta? Cursed Aztec gold? Was this all real, or was this woman truly crazy? She only heard of such craziness in…fairy stories and old legends. Although, Marguerite's attention truly came back to the conversation when she heard him.

"So perhaps you may wish to...ienhance/i your offer..." Beckett said with a rather high and mighty sense to it. As he did say it he looked to Marguerite who just sneered at him. She knew just what those words meant. And apparently Elizabeth did too.

Elizabeth frowned at this comment and cocked the pistol aiming it at his throaght. Marguerite stepped aside as Elizabeth guided him to the desk. "Consider into your calculations that you robbed me of my wedding night…" She said with a sneer as she shoved the letters into Beckett's hands to sign them.

Beckett took the letters "So I did…" He opened them and set them on the desk. "A marriage interrupted, or fate intervened…" He said in an eerie tone as he poured the red wax onto the letters and signed his name. "Your going to great length's to ensure jack Sparrow's freedom."

He was taking too long! The minute the letters were folded once more Elizabeth attempted to pull them from his grasp. "These aren't going to Jack!"

Beckett kept a grip on the letters and raised a brow cocking his head to the side. "Oh really? To ensure Mr. Turner's freedom then?" A moment of silence hung in the air. "I'll still want that compass. Consider that into your calculations."

Elizabeth tugged on the letters again, this time freeing them from his grip before turning and gesturing Marguerite to follow her out. Both of the women glared at Lord Beckett before making their way out.

Closer then before, but the two women had yet to be home free. They reached the docks once more to see the same merchant ship loading in a matter of moments. Marguerite didn't care where it was going, as long as it was away from here. When they were near the ship, Marguerite realized something. She turned to face Elizabeth and held out her hand in a grin. "Marguerite St. just…."

Elizabeth laughed and took the woman's hand shaking it lightly. "Elizabeth Swann, I wish the chances of our meeting were a bit more pleasant"

Both of the girls let out a small laugh before seeing a clear way to get onto the merchant ship. Now, the adventure began. Perusasion -Chap 2- by Abimonkey

-Persuasion-


The walk, or run to the fort seemed longer then it actually was. Marguerite still couldn't believe she was doing this, but she couldn't let the poor girl go alone.

Finally Marguerite saw a balcony door open that looked all too familiar to her. She scowled at it for a moment before pointing up. The girl simply nodded and followed her way in. With a simple push, the door was open and immediately they began looking for the letters.

Elizabeth had a sense of determination in her, she was going to get these letters then free her fiancé, if Beckett got in the way of that it

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