Here we see Chelsea taking charge of getting Beckett's signature on those Letters of Mark while Elizabeth half heartingly steps down, not having anyone she wanted to give them to. Not to mention on their way to Tortuga we learn exactly how and why Elizabeth and Will were not married. Information is worth its weight in gold ya know? I didn't either. It's okay.
TOTAL REVISION OF THIS CHAPTER!
The usu (usual) don't own Pirates of The Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. I'm not that cool but I am pretty damn close.
Chelsea and Elizabeth sat in the brig, after being captured outside the jail by two very observant guards, playing the treacherous game of Truth. The game devised to make girls squirm under pressure at any sleep over. There was only one rule: you have to tell the truth not matter how glory the details.
"So what happened to Shane?" Elizabeth asked. Chelsea chewed her bottom lip in concentration.
"Wasn't meant to be I guess." Chelsea laughed sadly.
"Commitment Issues." Chelsea leaned in to whisper like there was someone listening in on their conversation. The only other people in the brig were a few prisoners who had spend the better part of the hour wolf whistling to Chelsea and Elizabeth. After several minutes of cat calling Chelsea stood suddenly and broke her empty rum bottle on the walls surface. She raised it to the men.
"Shut up or I'll cut you so bad… you'll wish I hadn't cut you so bad!" Chelsea had growled making the men stop their hooting immediately.
"Ah, well. You have Justin now so good luck to that!" Elizabeth tried to sound upbeat but failed miserably. Chelsea smiled nervously.
"Right." She shrugged then tapped a finger against her chin.
"Now. Why exactly did you and pretty boy spilt down the middle like a pair of tight pants on a fat wannabe emo?" Chelsea asked. Elizabeth looked around uneasily.
"Come on, come on. Do it quick like a band aid and it won't hurt so badly. Plus talking always helps." Chelsea encouraged Lizzie. She sighed and chugged the rest of the rum.
"Well after you, Alexia, and Xio left I thought everything was normal and it was for a little while. Jack had gone on another adventure and Will and I were finally together. But something was different." Elizabeth thought for a moment about the exact moment Will began to change.
"It was after the engagement if I remember correctly. He seemed distance and constantly questioning himself. So I started to drift away from him and starting seeing someone else. But when the wedding day came up I broke down. I could have been married already! I want to be married so much. But now I have someone else who looks promising which we'll be meeting up with at Totuga if we ever get out of here." Chelsea raised an eyebrow in interest but knew there had to be more.
"Anything else?" Chelsea wanted to make sure she got the entire story. Elizabeth rubbed her chin.
"Yes, he also carried that little rectangle box where ever he went muttering things." Chelsea leaned forward very much interested in her story.
"What things?" She asked.
"He kept saying "would it be different is she had never left." Elizabeth said in a confused tone. Something clicked in Chelsea mind.
"Oh shit." She cursed under her breathe. Elizabeth looked worried.
"What?" She asked trying to look Chelsea in the eye. Chelsea's head snapped up and she smiled innocently.
"Earmuff it for me m'kay guys?" Chelsea asked the prisoners who were leaning, once again, on the cell wall. The prisoners looked confused as Chelsea mimed putting her hands over her ears like earmuffs. Once the prisoners had done what she said to turned back to Lizzie.
"Love huh? It's a mother fucker." Chelsea put of a Boston accent for that bit, which made Elizabeth start laughing until she abruptly stopped.
"Do you hear that?" She asked tilted her head listening for something. Chelsea gave her a knowing smile.
"Nope but I can only assume who it might be." Chelsea rolled her eyes but listened as the footsteps on the stairs quickened. Governor Swann came rushing to Elizabeth's cell.
"Come quickly." The Governor took Elizabeth's hand after the soldier standing at guard unlocked the cell door.
"You can take the ear muffs off now!" Chelsea shouted as she followed the father daughter duo outside, down a winding corridor.
"Hey govey. Be a dear and please explain to me what's a goin' on?" Chelsea asked kindly. Having to jog to keep up the Governor's fast pace. Elizabeth nodded.
"I may still have some standing in the keep. I've arranged passage to England. The Captain is a friend of mine." Elizabeth went strangely calm. Chelsea gave her a sideways glance.
"What about Will and Xio? They went to find Jack." Chelsea protested. Elizabeth ducked her head.
"We cannot count on William Turner or your friend Xio either." Chelsea gasped in outrage.
"How dare you insult my friend like that! I bet she could take you old man." She pointed a threatening finger at the governor then at Elizabeth for keeping quiet.
"Uh…yes Chelsea is right. Will and Xio are better people than you give them credit for." Elizabeth weakly objected. Chelsea gave her a nod of encouragement and also a sharp elbow to the ribs for taking so long to jump on her train.
"But I must warn you Governor, that Beckett's men will be on the dock where you Captain friend has his boat. I suggest you go back home, pack, and leave as soon as possible. I will take care of good old lizzie for you." Chelsea said in a rush, forcing the Governor into his own carriage. He began to protest but Chelsea slammed the carriage door in his face, making the entire carriage shake. She then snapped off a piece of the railing and stuck it in between the door handles so the Governor could not escape.
"To the Manor, then release him." Chelsea instructed to the driver. He nodded before cracking his whip and urging the horses forward. Chelsea then grabbed Lizzie's hand and dragged her along to Beckett's office.
"Time to get Beckett's John Hancock on these papers." She smiled manically, waving the Letters of Marque in front of Lizzie's face.
The two women stood in the corner of Beckett's office waiting for the fat lard to appear. Chelsea was playing with Elizabeth's hair behind her back.
"So what exactly are you planning to do?" She asked, giving the room a disinterested once over before looking over her shoulder at Chelsea.
"I'm going to threaten him until he gives me what I want." She said finishing her French twist.
"But you'll have to stand on that balcony over there so Beckett will think only I escaped. M'kay?" Chelsea pushed Elizabeth towards the balcony but Elizabeth tripped over her dress and fell back. She managed to pull Chelsea down with her just as Beckett was entering the room.
"I did not think you swung that way Miss Swann." He smirked at the awkward position of the two ladies. Beckett began to walk to his desk when Chelsea's eyes flashed.
"Damn it to hell." Chelsea sighed angrily, propping herself up on one elbow. She then whipping out her pistol and aimed at Mr. Lard But himself. Beckett stood stock still in the middle of his office.
"I have some papers that need your signature Mr. Beckett I will not being leaving until they are." Chelsea smiled evilly as she stood. She threw the Letter's of Marque to Beckett. His hand shook terribly as he reached for his pen and signed the paper. Chelsea came and sat on his desk beside him putting the muzzle of the pistol on his temple.
"I suggest you step to Mr. Beckett. I am not a patience woman." Chelsea hit the desk with her foot rhythmically. Elizabeth made her way quietly to the balcony.
"Here." Beckett said smugly, handing Chelsea back the leather bound papers. She jumped down from the desk and snatched the papers from him.
"Thank ye then. It's all good business, is it not sir?" Chelsea smiled and walked to the balcony before she turned back.
"Oh and before I forget, take off your pants." She demanded. Beckett looked completely mortified.
"Pardon?" He asked not thinking he had heard her correctly.
"I said drop trou Mr. Beckett. And now you can add everything else expect the long john's for your disobedience and back sassing!" Chelsea growled. Beckett did as he was told since Chelsea was still pointing a loaded pistol at him and she did not seem to be very stable.
"Now, throw them to me." Chelsea instructed sternly even though she could hear Elizabeth giggling behind her. Beckett tossed her the pile of clothing and stood in nothing but his long john's. Chelsea wrapped up the pile of clothes and threw them over the balcony, into the water below.
"Hey, Beckett. Look like its a little cold in here, huh?" She asked sarcastically, letting her eyes drift downward. Chelsea grabbed two rum bottled off of Beckett's alcohol cabinet then left without another word.
"I'll still want that compass Miss Scott!" Beckett yelled after her but the girls were gone. They made their way swiftly to the dock, laughing all the way.
"What an embarrassing moment of weakness for the proud Lord Beckett." Chelsea said in a British accent making Elizabeth cry.
"Oh Chelsea. I cannot believe you made him strip! You truly are crazy." Elizabeth wiped her eyes.
"Why! Thank you!" Chelsea bowed grandly.
"I'm glad you came back Chelsea, really." Elizabeth said gratefully making Chelsea smile. She then handed Elizabeth a rum bottle and clicked the bottles before taking a swig. The two women then linked arms and sang their Pirate song through the docks searching for a boat heading their way.
That last line is from the movie Old School. So is "Hey Beckett. It's a little cold outside, huh". I love that movie. It's such a cult film. My friends and I always say those little snippets. So go watch it. Yeah. Review because I write these stories for you, not just myself.
