Found At Sea
A/N: Beckett sucks, I hope I made him horrible.
Chapter Eleven: Little King
Lord Cutler Beckett was thoroughly pleased with himself. He had the heart of Davy Jones which meant the Flying Dutchman and its captain which meant control of the oceans. The East India Trading Company would soon have a monopoly on global trade and he would be at the head of it. He also had a subservient pawn in one James Norrington who would did his dirty work and made all his enemies. All he had wanted was to return to his former life and Beckett had given him that and more, making him Admiral. He thought they were ridding the seas of pirates, but they were going one step beyond, occasionally attacking merchant ships from other countries. And because of Norrington's Letter of Marque, stating he was a privateer, it was all perfectly legal. Yes, he thought as he read over numerous reports from Norrington, this is going exactly as planned.
Furthermore the good, upright, pirate fearing citizens of Port Royal found him, and the newly reformed Norrington, a welcome change. They were tired of the likes of Jack Sparrow storming their city and kidnapping their daughters. None of which, Norrington always pointed out to Beckett's great annoyance, Jack Sparrow ever did. Governor Swann had taken a special interest in stamping out piracy after Norrington reported the death of Elizabeth. He had written letters to all the right people and now Port Royal and twice as many troops stationed in Fort Charles and twice as many Royal Navy ships in its harbor than before. The tradesmen had an easier time traveling to and from the rich trade center and business was booming.
I've created the perfect world, Beckett thought as he filed away the reports and got ready for the dinner he had been invited to. Gwendolyn would have enjoyed this Port Royal just as much as she did London but he was glad she was not here. From others point of view he knew she was seen as a trophy wife, but he did not care. She was perfect for running a household and putting the servants in their place but there were two things she was not: a mother or an equal. And she was certainly not fun; that was what Samantha was for. But she was not here either and the absence of both made his life a lot less hectic.
"Your carriage is here sir," his butler said from outside the door. "And there is a messenger here from Admiral Norrington. He wishes to know when the Adventure will next be sent out. He says he wishes to be present for Miss Swann's memorial service."
"Thank you Channing. Tell him he has a week. I will meet with him on Tuesday and we will discuss things further."
"Very good sir."
Very good indeed, he mused to himself as Channing's footsteps receded down the hall.
A/N: And he totally strikes me as the type who has a trophy wife and a mistress, don't you agree?
