A/N Thanks for the reviews, Gamsky and Artemis Sherwood! I really appreciate it :D
Beckett had arranged for me to sleep in a small cabin not too far from his own. No complaints there, I get my own privacy, washroom, and comfy bed, but it would have been nicer if I had more time to enjoy it. As I sat down on my bed, just getting comfortable, a knock on the door and a voice called out to me, informing me that we had arrived at Port Royal. I grudging got up and met Beckett on the way out.
"Ah, Mr. Clint." He said, "You will walk with Mr. Mercer." He gestured towards the man, who nodded at me. I nodded back, wondering where Beckett was going. Nonetheless, I followed Mercer as we left lowered ourselves into a ship. It was pouring rain, a nice effect to the coming evening. I looked around for Beckett, and found him having an entire long boat to himself, sitting astride a beautiful white horse, a couple of men rowing his boat. What the hell, he couldn't sit down on a boat like the rest of us?
We rowed to shore, me luckily not having to help out by pulling the boats in. I stood by Mercer, feeling strangely out of place and not having a clue what to do other than to follow him around. He shouted commands at the officers, whom all lined up in a row, bayonets held upright. I wondered what the occasion was for, and that was very soon answered by Beckett's arrival. He rode on his majestic horse, creating a dramatic entrance as he reigned in the horse. Very vain-ish, but I'd do that too, if I could.
He handed the reins to another officer, and turned to us.
"We have a wedding to attend." He said with a sarcastic smirk. I didn't get it, and before I had a chance to ask, he marched off. Everyone followed him, jogging in a line behind him. Mercer grabbed my arm and pulled me with him, hurrying to Beckett's side. We walked on, rather quickly, to wherever it was we were going. I had never been in Port Royal before, and never really planned to.
Beckett stopped abruptly, and signaled with a finger towards the door of a blacksmith shop. The front guards raced forward and kicked the door open. They entered and emerged a minute later, wrestling with a young man whom they had clamped chains on.
"What's going on? Who are you?" The man shouted. Beckett sneered, and did not answer his question. He started in another direction, and we followed, the guards dragging the man along; the man had gone silent. He was probably waiting for his answer.
The rain had dissolved, leaving the streets slightly damp. We entered a small, open church. The rest of the guards went in before us, forming a large circle, keeping out all the citizens who had come to see what was going on. I noticed a young girl dressed in a wedding dress, just sitting on the floor with her bouquet of flowers in her hands. She had turned to see what was making such a racket, and at the sight of the soldiers and all, her flowers fell out of her shocked hands, and she ran immediately to the young man, who I now assumed to be her husband. Or husband to be.
"Will!" She called. "Why is this happening?"
"I don't know." The man named Will responded. "You look beautiful."
That was slightly random.
"It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding." She said. Damn, they were acting so calm despite the fact that they were surrounded by soldiers and one of them was handcuffed.
"Make way! Let me through! How dare you!" Another man, older, with a long, silvery stacked wig, pushed his way through the crowd. "Stand your men down at once! Do you hear me!" He shouted, his path blocked by the raised bayonets of two guards.
Beckett turned from where he had been standing- I forgot about him-, and shrugged off his coat, which another officer took and then handed to me. I took it and looked back questionably at him, but he did not look back at me.
"Governor Weatherby Swan, it's been too long." Beckett said. I guessed they were old friends, or maybe just acquaintances.
"Cutler Beckett?" Governor Swan said.
"It's Lord now, actually." Beckett said with a hint of exasperation. Hey, I made that same mistake too.
"Lord or not, you have no reason and no authority to arrest this man." Governor Swan said, taking a step forward as the guards moved their bayonets out of his way.
"In fact I do. Mr. Mercer?" Beckett said. Mercer went to him, unrolling a few sheets of paper, and handed them to him.
"The warrant for the arrest of one William Turner." He said, handing the paper to the governor. He took it, a look of surprise on his face, then confusion.
"This warrant is for Elizabeth Swan." He said. The girl, whose attention had been focused on Will, turned her head at this.
"Oh is it? That's annoying, my mistake." Beckett said, reaching for another paper. I grinned at this act of disorganization. "Arrest her."
Two guards rushed forward and held back Elizabeth, who had charged forward a little in disbelief.
"On what charges?" She demanded as they chained her wrists.
"Aha, here's the one for William Turner." Beckett announced, handing the correct paper to the governor. "And I have another one for a Mr. James Norrington." He added, stepping up and raising the paper above his head, "Is he present?"
"What are the charges?" The girl- Elizabeth- repeated.
"Commodore Norrington resigned his commission some months ago." Governor Swan said.
"That wasn't the answer to the question I asked." Beckett said, coldly. How impudent of him.
"Lord Beckett, in the category of questions not answered-" Will began.
"-We are under the jurisdiction of the King's governor of Port Royal and you will tell us what we are charged with." Elizabeth ended, aggressively.
"The charge is "conspiring to set free a man convicted of crimes against the Crown and Empire and condemned to death, for which the…" Governor Swan answered, reading from the warrant, and broke off, apparently shocked.
"For which the punishment, regrettable, is also death." Beckett finished for him. Ooh, this was interesting! Beckett stepped forward to Will. "Perhaps you remember a certain pirate named Jack Sparrow."
"Captain!" Elizabeth and Will said in unison, "Captain Jack Sparrow."
"Captain Jack Sparrow. Yes I thought you might." I wondered if I could pitch in a question, since they were asking questions all around now. I leaned towards Mercer.
"What's going on?" I asked. Mercer straightened.
"Those two are, obviously, being arrested." Mercer said bluntly in his clipped, Irish accent. Wow, very informative.
"Could you perhaps elaborate a bit more?" I pressed on. Mercer clicked his tongue in impatience. Well, sorry!
"If ye must know, Jack Sparrow was convicted of piracy and sentenced to hang, but those two," He gestured at Elizabeth and Will, "and James Norrington had conspired to free him, and so they did."
"Oh, thank you." I said. This was like a good drama. I also realized that we had crashed a wedding. Hey, at least I wasn't the only one whose wedding keeps getting delayed.
"Take them away." Beckett said, and the guards hauled Elizabeth and Will away. Governor Swan stood there, shocked disbelief etched upon his face.
"My daughter…my own little girl…" He muttered to no one in particular. Should I pity him? I don't know much of the story, but it is always a sad thing for anyone to watch his or her child be arrested.
Mercer tapped my shoulder, and walked after Beckett. I followed quickly, and the rest of the guards followed suit. I was looking at all around, taking in the sights of this new place. I stumbled several times because I wasn't watching where I was going. I must have looked extremely clumsy. And Dim-witted. Such a good impression. It felt good to be on land, though.
We reached a large mansion. Beckett stopped, and Mercer stepped to one side of him. I stepped to Mercer's other side. The soldiers ran past us took their posts, encircling the mansion.
Beckett looked around. "Where's Mr. Clint?" he asked Mercer. Mercer jerked his thumb towards me. "Oh. Well, Mr. Clint, this is where we shall be staying at for a week or so." Beckett said.
He led us in, and directed Mercer to a room and turned to me.
"You shall be staying in this room." He pointed at a room across from Mercer's. "If you need anything else, you may ask Mercer." He then took off through another door. I watched him leave, and then entered my own room. It had musky smell, as though it had not been inhabited for quite some time. A bed sat in corner, a pillow and blanket folded neatly in the middle. I went to check out the bathroom. Pretty clean and sanitary. I sat down to relieve myself and found a surprise. I got my period. This will be pleasant. I better start looking for some rags.
I woke up in the middle of the night, slightly sweating and breathing a little heavily. I tried to think back and recall what had made me wake up so suddenly. Was there a sound that had shaken me had of my sleep? Or did something happen? Or- wait…I remember now…it was my dream. I closed my eyes, trying to bring it back to mind. It was a sexual dream, I realized, but with who? I had an idea of who it might be, and possibly was. Beckett. Not sure if I had enjoyed it. Argh, blame the damn menstrual cycle.
The next morning I woke up with a small cramp in my side. I rushed to bathroom and relieved/freshened myself up. I was in no position to do whatever it is Beckett plans for us, and I crawled back into bed and pulled the covers over myself. I couldn't fall back asleep; my beating was thumping a little hard, anxious of Beckett's reaction for my sleep-in. And right as I thought that, someone knocked hard on my door.
"Mr. Clint, are ye awake?" A voice I recognized to belong to Mercer's called.
I gave a feeble cough.
"I do not feel too well, Mr. Mercer." I half called, half whispered.
"I will enter now." Mercer said, and turned the doorknob, only to find it locked. Haha, I had locked it last night, lest anyone tried to enter. He banged once more on my door.
"Unlock this door!" He shouted, sounding a little more than pissed off.
"I am indisposed at the moment!" I shouted back.
"My word, what is going on in here?" A voice came. I believe it to be Beckett.
"My lord, Mr. Clint refuses to come out." Mercer said.
"Mr. Clint, open this door immediately!" Beckett said, furiously turning the doorknob, which was quite pointless, if you ask me.
"I request that I be off today! And tomorrow! And for a few more days, if you will!" I called. There was a silence for just a few seconds, then the door burst open and entered Beckett and Mercer. It appeared that Mercer had rammed his shoulder into the door and broke in.
"How rude! I'm not even decent!" I said, which was a lie as I had changed into more appropriate clothing when I had freshened up. Mercer looked furious, while Beckett looked as though he found this amusing.
"What is your reason for wanting to stay in today?" he asked.
"I am going through an emotional phase as of the moment!" I said.
"And what, by chance, may that be?"
"I offer you no explanation." I said, reciting what he had said to me before. He smirked at that. I have noticed he smirks quite often, and it is rather sexy. Wait what?
"I apologize then. Come, Mr. Mercer, we have business to attend to." Beckett said, turning and exiting the door. Mercer threw me a dirty look, and followed him, leaving the broken door heaving loosely on the bolts.
"Why thank you for opening the door for me." I muttered under my breath. They just forcefully broke the door in, entered, and then left as they pleased. I got up and went over to the door. I swung it so it covered as much of the doorway as it possibly could and then went back to bed. I plan to hide out here until my menstrual lessens or stops. Besides, it is not good for a woman to go out and about while on her days.
"Ye let him fall short of his duties?" Mercer asked, strolling along hallway with Beckett. They were headed towards another section of the mansion.
"Yes. I would rather him not mess up my negotiation with Mr. Turner, you see." Beckett said. They approached a door, and the officers posted outside the door opened it for them.
"Bring in Mr. Turner." Beckett ordered.