Will Turner, escorted by two guards, is brought before Lord Cutler Beckett.
"Those won't be necessary." Beckett said pointing at the shackles. One of the guards took them off, and both left.
"The East India Trading Company is in need of your services." Cutler said while offering Will a drink, but Will only stares at him.
"We wish for you to act as our agent in business transaction with our mutual friend Captain Sparrow." Cutler continued, walking towards the fireplace.
"More acquaintance than friend. How do you know him?" Will asked a questioning look on his face.
"We've had dealings in the past." He held up a branding tool which bears the letter 'P'. "And we've each left our mark on the other."
"And what mark did he leave on you?" Will asked him.
Cutler put the branding back. "By your efforts Jack Sparrow was set free. I would like you to go to him and recover a certain property in his possession. Jack will be free, A privateer in the employ of England."
"Somehow I doubt Jack will think employment as the same as being free," Will told him.
"Freedom. Jack Sparrow is a dying breed." He and Will walked out on the balcony. "The world is shrinking." He continued. "The blank edges of the map are being filled in. Jack must find a place in the new world or perish. Not unlike you, Mr. Turner. You and your fiancé face the hangman's noose."
Will looked at him, "So you get Jack and the Black Pearl?"
"The Black Pearl?" Cutler asked.
"The property you want that he possesses." Will explained.
"A ship? Hardly. The item in question is considerably smaller and far more valuable. Something Sparrow keeps on his person at all times. A compass," Will looked down, remembering the conversation he had with Gibbs, "Ah, you know it. Bring back that compass or there's no deal."
Will watched him walk away.