A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys! It didn't let me put the website for the script on there. But if you search for movie scripts, they might have it. Okay, I know I said this last time, but I still haven't gotten to the juicy flashbacks and character development on Rummy. I will though, I promise. And a promise from me means a lot. .
"It's quite simple really." Beckett explained on the ship ride back to the East India Trading Company's headquarters, "Sparrow is in dire need of the key and chest, so he should lead you right to it."
"I don't think it's as simple as you put it." I said over a glass of wine, "All you said was that this chest was valuable. Jack has plenty of treasure, why is this one chest so important to him?"
Beckett stood up from his velvet chair and looked out at the still dreary sky from the porthole, "There was an account of a man named Davy Jones." Beckett spoke slowly, unsure if he should say anymore.
"Davy Jones? What's in your head mate?" I exclaimed, that was a tale invented by superstitious sailors.
"No," Beckett said darkly, "There actually was a real man called that. There are many stories of him, most of them farces. But one…one tells of a chest protecting his heart, which he ripped out of his chest. Supposedly, whoever has the chest has the power to control Davy Jones."
"And you want to control him so that your company will have complete power of the seas?" I asked doubtfully, "Sure Beckett, I'll look for your magic chest, s'long as I get my freedom back."
"If you succeed, that is." Beckett reminded me, he brushed some imaginary dust off his chest, "Oh, there is one more thing; William Turner will be joining you. He knows Sparrow and I will speak to him about the matter." Beckett announced in his stuck up voice.
I left the cabin and saw Toby waiting on deck for me. He looked uncomfortable, surrounded by so many British soldiers.
"So?" He asked, "What did he say?"
"Apparently, we are to look for some enchanted chest that belonged to Davy Jones." I answered his question.
"The heart of Davy Jones?" Toby surprised me.
"Yeah, how did you know?" I asked.
"Just a story I heard when I was a boy. Not really important."
I eyed Toby, suspiciously, he wasn't telling me something, but I let the thought slide out of my mind.
As we spoke, the ship approached the docks and I saw we were on the southern most point of Port Royal. The three prisoners were brought up from below decks and hauled down the plank. Toby and I followed them to a prison, not unlike the hundreds I had seen on other islands across the Caribbean.
Elizabeth and her father were pushed into a dingy, iron cell, while Will was kept outside. The three looked grossly out of place in their setting, I almost laughed, thinking of what must be running through the governor's mind right now.
"The Lord wants a word with you." A soldier spoke in a heavy British accent to Will who questioned why he couldn't be with Elizabeth.
I followed them up to an extravagant mansion on the hillside a little farther off. The sun had finally appeared in the sky to dry the rains of that day. Will was now just taking notice of my presence. He had not noticed me when they had been arrested, but now he looked curiously at my ragged cloths and polished sword at my belt.
He also examined Toby who was armored more than I. He had two curved machetes on his back, a pistol in his pocket and three knives hidden under his cloths. Will was no doubt wondering who we were.
The guards brought Will and us to Beckett's furnished office. At the back of the room, there was a man painting a large mural of the world. It spanned across the whole wall, and labeled every continent, city, and river know to mankind.
"Lord Beckett. The prisoner as ordered, Sir." The guard spoke as Will entered.
"Those won't be necessary." Beckett spoke lazily; the guard removed the manacles from Will's hands. As was his custom, Beckett poured some liquor in a fine crystal glass.
"The East India Trading Company has need of your services." Beckett offered Will the glass, but he declined, "We wish for you to act as our agent in a business transaction with our mutual friend: Captain Jack Sparrow."
"More acquaintance than friend. How do you know him?" Will asked, innocent to the task Beckett had in store for him.
"We've had our dealings in the past." Beckett held up a hot brand with the letter "P" on it, "And we've each left our mark…on the other."
"What mark did he leave on you?" Will asked curiously.
"By your efforts Jack Sparrow was set free. I would like you to go to him, and recover a certain property in his possession." Beckett spoke.
"Recover? At the point of a sword?" Will was beginning to catch on.
"Bargain." Beckett explained to Will as if he was new to the method. He walked over to an oak table and opened a wooden box laying on it.
"Letters of Marque. You will offer what amounts to a full pardon. Jack will be free, a privateer in the employ of England."
I scoffed at that. Free? Hardly. So Beckett wanted to kill two birds with one stone.
Will looked at my irritated smirk and finally got the picture, "Somehow I doubt Jack will consider employment the same as being free."
The Lord spoke disgustedly, "Freedom." He closed the box, "Jack Sparrow is a dying breed. The world is shrinking, the blank pages of the map filled in. Jack must find his place in the new world or perish." He said this looking at me, "Not unlike you Mr. Turner. You and your fiancée face the hangman's noose."
"So you get both Jack and the Black Pearl."
"The Black Pearl?" Beckett asked, belittling the ship.
"The property you want which he possesses." Will explained.
Now that was the mistake Will made. He had no idea that what Beckett wanted was much more important than a ship. According to his legends, what was the use of controlling ships when he could control the ocean?
"A ship? Hardly. The item in question's considerably smaller and far more valuable. Something Sparrow keeps on his person at all times. A compass." At this, Will looked out at the sea, "Ah you know it. Bring back that compass or there's no deal."
"Eh hem." I spoke up, reminding the men that I was still standing there.
"Pardon me, Mr. Turner, this is erm Captain Rummy." He said my name with dislike, "She will aid you in finding Jack Sparrow."
I nodded, giving him a half smile to let him know I was one of the "good guys".
"Hello." He looked into my eyes and I could see the strong will that was the force behind all of his decisions.
We were brought back down to the prison so that Will could say his goodbyes to his love and her father.
"Jack's compass. What does Beckett want with that?" Elizabeth asked as Will explained what was happening.
"Does it matter? I'm to find Jack and convince him to return to Port Royal. In exchange the charges against us will be dropped." He whispered back to her, pressing his chest against the bars and holding her hands through them.
"No. We must find our own avenue to secure your freedom." Governor Swann spoke up.
"Is that a lack of faith in Jack, or in me?" Will questioned.
"That you would risk your life to save Sparrow's does not mean that he would do the same for anyone else. Now, where's that dog with the keys?" He whistled, looking for the mangy hound that hung around the old prison.
"I have faith in you. Both of you. Where will you find him?" Elizabeth asked, her fingers caressed Will's chin.
"Tortuga. I'll start there. And this Captain Rummy is supposed to help me find him." Elizabeth's eyes shifted over to me, leaning against the stone wall with my hands crossed over my chest. She seemed to be making sure I was going to keep her love safe or something.
"And then, I intend to return here, to marry you." Will continued.
Oh, how sweet, so the young couple actually still believed in fairy tale endings. Unfortunately, the real world didn't work like that.
"Properly?" Elizabeth had hope in her eyes.
"Eagerly, if you'll still have me."
"If it weren't for these bars I'd have you already." Elizabeth said seductively.
The governor accidentally knocked the candleholder off the wall and tossed it aside, onto the floor. This seemed to be a distraction to prevent Will and Elizabeth from going any further with their relationship; oblivious to me and the governor still in the room.
"I'll wait for you." Elizabeth whispered, love in her heart.
I could barely hear what Will responded, but it sounded like, "Keep a weather eye on the horizon."
We left the cell and entered the bright sun of the Caribbean.
"So," Will questioned me, "Are you a pirate?"
"Me?" I snorted, "Not anymore, I work for the East India Trading Company. But before that, I was illegally active on the water and did some rum running."
"But, I'm Captain Rummy, and I'll help you find your acquaintance Jack Sparrow." I shook the man's hand. "This is my first mate, Toby." I gestured toward him standing behind me.
"Will Turner, nice to meet you." The two nodded.
"So I assume you'll want to start looking right away?" I asked.
"Absolutely."
"Well then, I'll take you to the Jade Chalice and we'll head on over to Tortuga." I spoke, "My ship ain't as fast as the Black Pearl, but it's better than trying to get the natives to take you somewhere."
Will seemed already confused. I wondered how much use he would be during this adventure, and I also wondered how the hell I would find Jack when there were thousands of small islands floating in the gigantic sea. Part of me was curious though to see if there really was a Davy Jones, but I had no idea how I would trick one of the most infamous pirates into giving me the chest.
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