" - Lord Beckett, Sparrow won't be very keen on the proposition, will he?"
" Oh, he will. Once he see's what we've got."
" But it's Turner who's the fiancee, not Sparrow."
" Turner..Sparrow..it doesn't really matter which one it is, they'll both do anything-,"
Elizabeth sat up, still seeing darkness, and heard the voices stop. Footsteps, and Elizabeth heard deep breathing over where she sat. Instinctively, she kicked her leg up, and heard an " Oof!" as her foot met someone's stomach. Immediately, she was shoved back onto a hard surface.
" I would be careful if I were you, Miss Swann-,"
Cutler Beckett stood before her as he took off the blindfold. He was smirking at her. Elizabeth saw that she was on the floor, and in a room that she supposed was the undedeck of an East India ship, feeling the rocking that made her stomach churn even more.
" I would be very careful, seeing as you have death hanging over you. A death that can be-," He put a finger under her chin." - postponed…do you understand, Miss Swann?"
" It's Mrs. Turner," Elizabeth spat at him. This wasn't entirely true..she and Will weren't married yet…but having a child together changed that, didn't it? Beckett grinned wolfishly.
" Ah, I see. Well, Mrs. Turner, you should be glad that we are using formalities at all!"
" Why is that?" Elizabeth asked, staring at Beckett as his gaze slid down the length of her. If he noticed her stomach he gave no sign of it at all. Elizabeth prayed that he didn't, it would put her in a place of more vulnerability that she knew would be a hazard. She noticed that the owner of the other voice was gone; she and Beckett were alone.
" Because I have half a mind to kill you right now." Beckett pulled out his pistol, and aimed it at her face. Elizabeth felt her blood run cold. When Beckett held his fire, but didn't lower the pistol, Elizabeth dared to ask-
" Then why didn't you just now?"
Beckett turned red, and he uncocked his pistol and stowed it beneath his vest. He strode up to Elizabeth, and roughly pulled her off of the floor by her upper arm. Elizabeth winced.
" Don't worry, I will. It's just the question of when and where- in front of Turner, or when he has no idea. I prefer to shoot you in cold blood before the eyes of your fiancee- who will soon follow in the footsteps of Jack Sparrow as Sparrow makes his way to the hangman's noose." He dropped her, and then put a foot on her stomach. Elizabeth gasped in pain.
" I know that it's a child you carry inside of you, but I want to know this. Whose it it, whore, the illegitimate of Sparrow or the genuine of Turner?"
He kicked Elizabeth aside, and she rolled away from him. " I thank God it's not the bastard of Beckett," Elizabeth shot at him.
Beckett was on top of her at once, his hands digging into her shift, baring her stomach. He pulled out a knife, and touched the top of it to her stomach. Elizabeth screamed, and he clamped a hand over her mouth.
" Don't think that I won't do it. Don't be a fool and think that I will show you mercy."
Elizabeth nodded vehemently, and suddenly felt short of breath. Beckett noticed that she looked queasy, and he got off of her. He approached the doorway, called up it, and came back to Elizabeth. " Remember what I said," he murmured, leaving the room as another man entered it.
This man was burly, and he handcuffed Elizabeth again, and pulled her to a chair. He shut the door behind him as he left, and Elizabeth heard a click as the lock was turned.
She sighed, and put her face in her hands. Beckett had no reservations about harming her, she knew that much. She had to be complient, she knew that much. She could also gather that whatever ship she was on was on the search for the Black Pearl, so if she saw Will again, then a plan of action could be formed. For now, she was too scared to try anything on her own. Will was right. She had more than one body to protect now, and she would try her hardest to keep her baby safe.