Sorry I left you all hanging!!! School and other crap got in my way. Thank you to all who reviewed::hands out rum and brownies:: AWE IS TOMORROW!!! Bethykins is here and we're gonna go see it at midnight. (I know there's a showing at 8, but Midnight is MUCH better!!!!)

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of its characters. Beth owns Beth, I own Meg and Mihangel and random soldiers...that's about it.

After deciding what to do with the Heart of Davy Jones, Beckett spoke to Norrington for a while longer while they enjoyed a bit of brandy by the fire. They were just finishing.

"You do understand that you now have been pardoned, correct?"

"Yes, sir,"

"Well, then, I do believe you are to be more than a privateer…and even more than a commodore…"

"Sir?"

"I believe your status should be promoted to admiral!" Norrington looked at Beckett in shock.

"Thank you, sir!" he said, nodding his head a little.

"I'll write a letter to the King first thing in the morning. If I were you I'd go get some food and rest. I'm sure your former home must still be vacant, but if it is not, you may stay with me at my estate until you have secured a home."

'He has an estate already?' Norrington thought, but something else caught his attention. Beckett seemed actually happy, but probably because he was pleased that Meg had been brought to him.

"Now," Beckett said, putting on his hat, readying himself to leave the office. "I'm going home. Good day, Norrington, Mercer…" He glanced at the man who was still painting the huge map of the world on his office wall and realized that he did not know his name in order to bid him 'good day', so ignoring the painter-guy, Beckett left his office.

As Lord Cutler Beckett was strolling down the street to his carriage, he hummed a light, airy tune. Who knows what thoughts were going through his mind at that very moment. He got into the carriage and it went on its way to Beckett's estate.

Upon arriving, the housekeeper, a middle-aged lady with graying hair, a Mrs. Abigail Thomson, greeted him.

"Good afternoon, Lord Beckett,"

"Hello, Abigail," Beckett replied, handing her his hat. "How is Miss Owen?"

"Miss Owen?" Abigail looked at Beckett with a questioning expression.

"Of course, Miss Owen! Megan Owen! Where is she?"

"No one has come by all afternoon, sir," the housekeeper replied. Beckett was stunned for a moment. Where could she have gone?

"You are positive?"

"Yes, sir!"

With a flourish, Beckett took back his hat and marched back out the door down the driveway to the street. He spotted a soldier.

"You, there!" The red coat turned to Beckett and approached. "Have you seen another soldier with a pirate in tow?"

"Yes, sir, about two hours ago—"

"Where were they headed?"

"The other side of town, sir, I believe! That's the direction they were going in anyway,"

"Gather up some of the other soldiers and come with me. I have reason to believe that this soldier has stolen my prize."

It took another hour to discover that Meg was at the tavern. Beckett entered with a soldier at his right and left. He took a pistol and shot it into the air.

BANG!

The tavern fell silent.

Mihangel was at the bar, a good distance away from Meg. She stared at Beckett, hoping that she was not noticeable at all back in the corner. She did not dare look at Mihangel for fear he be caught. She simple sunk down in her chair. As much as she had drunk, once Beckett walked over the threshold she became very sober.

"I am looking for a Miss Megan Owen—"

'Meg….MEG Owen…' she thought

"—and I have reason to believe that she is somewhere in this tavern. If you direct me to her, I will give you a handsome reward," Beckett did not threaten any of the customers with what might happen if they did not tell him where Meg was. Beckett walked around the room slowly. The two guards he came in with stood just outside the door.

Meg glanced to the side and noticed there was a backdoor not to far from where she was. When Beckett's back was turned, she managed to slip out through it. Heaving a sigh outside the tavern, Meg found that she was in an alley. And in the alley…

"Oi, you!" Meg looked up, wide-eyed. Crap. Three soldiers looked down upon her. Her initial attempt was to run, but they only took hold of her arms.

"You escaping from your duties, miss?" asked one with a smirk.

'Duties…barmaid…or prostitute?' Meg looked a bit confused. She was dressed in her full pirate garb.

"Oh, no, my good sirs! I was just leaving for the night," she covered with a smile. "I'm just off to me home,"

"Why not stay with us a while?" asked the second.

'Is this a trick or are they serious? …or could I trick them into getting into some serious trouble?' Meg smirked.

"And what did you have in mind?"

The three guards exchanged glances and whispered to each other. During this, Meg casually walked around to the opening of the alley, trying to get away. Then she bolted. She thought she was doing good, until—

"HEY!" someone had grabbed her arm. She stood face to face with Beckett.

"Well, well, Miss Owen…" he said with a smirk.

"Meg…it's Meg," she replied through clenched teeth. Beckett nodded at someone behind Meg and two of the three soldiers from before took her by the arms and dragged her away towards Beckett's estate.

"Be careful with her!" he called after them. Meg turned her head to glare at him.

Sorry it's short, but I wanted to upload something so you wouldn't think I'd fallen off the face of the earth...um...no pun intended. XD Anywhosit, R&R and I'll try to get the next chappie written!!