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I hope you like this chapter, I've had a balst writing it, it explains a few things, mostly about Beckett, and as promised, the mystery man makes an appearance.

So without further ado... Here is chapter 3!


Cutler Beckett sat statue still at his desk as a cool Caribbean breeze swept through his office. He was staring at the map, now complete, and more beautiful than he could have imagined.

He could remember the very day it had been finished. It was the day James Norrington returned to civilized life and brought with him the very object Beckett had been searching for. What a wonderful day it had been. That was when the extermination process had begun.

Cutler Beckett was many things, and among them shrewd and calculating, but there was one thing that he was not. Cutler Beckett was not a quitter. He had fought his way to the top of the East India Trading Company, came to Jamaica and then set about his task and dream: to rid the world of pirates.

He had married a fine young lass, just after he had received the heart, figuring that the achievement was worth a small celebration, so in turn he gained a wife and nearly a year later, word had reached him on the seas that he now had a son, a son named Alexander. The timing could not have been worse.

Cutler would never truly admit it, but he was not good father material. There were things that had to be done and he was the man that got things done, whatever the means. A child was the worst possible thing, but that child just so happened to be a blessing of sorts in disguise.

So it was then that he went right into the middle of the battle of his life. It was his moment, and he knew it. All of the pirates would soon be gone, every last one. He had stood on the quarterdeck; he could just smell the victory and recognition that was coming his way. Then the unthinkable happened. The Flying Dutchman was back, now allied with The Black Pearl. There had been no orders he could shout, he was stunned, he was angry, but most of all he was ruined.

All of that planning, all of that scheming, it had gone right out of the window. Every one had done exactly as he had wished them, everyone betrayed the right person, and so far the death count had been going well, until Jack Sparrow couldn't be the bigger man and just let Turner die; just like he was supposed to. Now he was left with his men panicking, they were not helping at all.

The shout had gone up as the cannon balls soared overhead and through the ship. 'Abandon ship!' Yes, that's what had to be done, abandon the ship, and get to the armada, somehow. He jumped off of the stern of the ship, being to far from the bow to make it there safely. His leg had gotten caught on a piece of wood jutting out from the ship and terrible pain flowed through his entire being. Quickly he found a covering and ducked under a corner piece of the ship that was sitting just perfectly in the water that he could slip his head under it and remain hidden.

He waited there for what seemed forever, but finally the two ships turned and headed back towards the fleet of pirate ships. Cutler Beckett started swimming towards the armada who had not yet decided if they should retreat or not. Finally he made it to that stupid little island where they had all held a final meeting, a setting up of last requests and negations. Four other men arrived as well, and soon a long boat was on their way from the armada to rescue them.

It had been the longest trip of his life, everyone was silent; if they weren't they were speaking in hushed tones as far away from him as possible. It seemed like years to him until they finally arrived back in Port Royal. Nothing was said, everyone just got off of the ship and went either home or to the barracks.

He had contemplated going to the barracks and avoiding his new wife and newer son for as long as possible, but he had decided to get the inevitable over with as soon as possible. And so it was with a heavy heart and dragging feet Lord Cutler Beckett arrived at his home, defeated, downtrodden and injured.

Now here he was just shy of twenty tears later and he was slowly but surely reworking his plan, every last detail. He poured himself a shot of brandy and drank it down. A smile appeared on his disfigured face as he remembered the day he had heard the news that the former governors daughter was back in town.

The news had spread fast; everyone had wondered what had become of her since there had been no word of her since her escape from prison. Beckett had really been wondering what had possessed her to return since he was here, but then it had occurred to him that she didn't know. Elizabeth and her merry band of mates all thought him dead, defeated and no longer a threat. How wrong they were.

He had waited, bided his time on the matter with the pirate king. He spent many long hours along in his office thinking of the right plan of action. Then the news had came, and it was by far the best thing he had heard in a long time. The wench was pregnant. No doubt with her lover's child, the new captain of The Flying Dutchman. Now he would wait her out.

His plan was simple; wait until she was about to have the child. She was alone, she was scared, and he knew that she would do anything to save the ones she loved and cared about, he had seen her in action. So roughly eight months after her return to Port Royal he went and called on the young woman, which he noted, she had not done for him, yet everyone else had.

She had looked shocked to see him at first, then the surprised expression left her face and turned to one of stony indifference.

He had said it to her straight, it had been to the point, and probably his best plan yet; but he would celebrate later.

It was all he could do not to be over joyous of his genius and her reaction. He knew either way she would be giving up a child, and he would be gaining something far better than a servant or a wife for his young son. Cutler Beckett would be gaining the advantage, he was putting her into a place where she thought everyone would be safe, how wrong her thinking was, but it was exactly what he wanted from her.

That was it, it was simple, and it wasn't obvious. Perhaps in the first few months or years even she suspected him, but he won her over in the end.

He knew exactly what he was doing, always, that's how he worked; he was cold and calculating, and a great businessman. He poured himself another shot and drank it down. Soon his plan would go into action. All he had to do was have his son propose to Emeline Turner, then events would be set in motion that could not be taken back or altered. Perhaps the Pirate King would have to return to the seas as the king not the girl who had remained faithful to her husband no matter how long it had been since she had seen him last, and no matter how hard it was to not see him, and keep him a secret from their only child, because if that child knew anything Beckett's plan could fail., and that was exactly what he told her. If she breathed a word of Will Turner's existance to her child, the deal would be off and her and all of her pirate friends would be dead within days of each other. Yes even her dear husband, she would give up the location, and he would have a joyous time in making her do so.

He sat in silence for a few long moments before his son knocked and entered. Alexander Beckett was a mistake, and Cutler Beckett would never admit it to his son, but his wife knew, and he knew. Somehow though, like all things gone awry he had turned it around to suit him and his agenda. His son was now a main playing piece on the game board that Beckett had been slowly and meticulously setting up and putting together. He had been raised properly, trained to wield a sword, tutored on how to woo a certain young maid, and naturally taught how to be a shrew and calculating bussinessman, just like his father. Son greeted father, and father greeted son and allowing him permission to be seated.

"How did dinner go last evening?" Cutler asked, the words flowing smoothly from his mouth in a dignified cultured tone.

"Very well father, I do think that I will have my work cut out for me." Alexander replied with a small smile.

Beckett sighed. "No doubt because of the way you treated Miss Turner when you all had lessons together."

"Perhaps that is it, I shall apologize on the morrow then."

"Good, very good. You do understand that I wish you to be happy and I want the very best for you my son." Alexander nodded. "Good, then you will do everything you can to make this work, it is a smart match."

Alexander nodded again. "I just sometimes wonder father, how is it a smart match, she has no standing in society, her mother isn't married, she is a bastard child."

Cutler Beckett leaned over the desk. "You are wrong my boy, very wrong, her father dies at sea. He was a good man. She knows next to nothing of him except that he is dead."

"Sorry father, I didn't know."

"Yes, well now you do. She is the right one for you Alexander, I have chosen well for you, now don't disappoint me or embarrass me by ruining this." Cutler paused. "If you pull this off and have her come to feel something for you, I shall let you in on a little family secret, one of ours and one of the Turner's" Alexander looked at his father for a few moments before nodding and then taking his leave.

Cutler Beckett watched his son leave and once the door was shut he poured another drink and drank it down quickly. He almost had to laugh. Will Turner... a good man. "Cutler my dear man, you are brilliant." He praised himself. William Turner once had potential, but now he was truly only just another rung on Beckett's ladder towards gaining control over the seas and purging the world of pirates.


He had wandered through most of the town and he was tired. He was tired of walking, he was tired of talking to strangers and he was tired of them all looking at him like he was mental.

He had no idea it would be such a strange thing, to be looking for one's father. Most of the people looked at him like he had suddenly grown a second head and others just ignored him and walked away.

In all honesty he wasn't quite sure what he would do when he found him. Punch him in the face and risk getting run through by a sword or just hug the man.

The young man sat down on the white sand and watched the sun set, he had been here for four days now and still he had found out little to nothing about his father. It was decided, he would go to the barracks and inquire there, his mother did say his father was a military sort of man, of course she could have been lying, but he would give her the benefit of the doubt this time.

"You cannot hide forever father." The man said as he fell back onto the sand.


haha! He's still a mystery man... I'm thinking about keeping it this way for a few more chapters atleast, I know how I want him to be really introduced, but sometimes you plan things and the story writes itself a different way.

Any guesses though, on who his father is?? I was actually going to say it can't be that hard, and then I really though about it and realized just how many men there were in the movie and how many of them had the potential to be this man's father... silly me

Thanks again for reading, and putting up with this while it really gets going. New update later next week.

Happy reading!