Right, so, here's a flashback. It sort of explains some of the unclear plot points (A good excuse for poor writing). Why is Beckett trying to find Elizabeth? What item of hers does he possess? Why does Elizabeth infuriate him so? And, above all else, why did I decide to write Mercer as such a asshole? Enjoy!

Beckett sipped his tea in silence. Glancing out of the window he saw a fair blue sky dotted with cotton clouds. Ironic, seeing as he was about to destroy a those low life pirates once and for all.

His thoughts turned to their prisoner below deck. She was beautiful, there was no question, but a stubborn criminal nonetheless. He would get answers from her, even if it meant obliterating that proud and delicate beauty.

Beckett's thin lips twisted into a feral and unpleasant smile as he thought about every detail of her face: Her chocolate eyes that both feared and challenged him, eyes so full of innocent fire. Her attractive pale face with chiseled features that was framed with soft hair the colour of unfurnished gold. Lips that could smile as readily as they could scowl......

The door of his cabin opened and Beckett saw his shipmate Mercer standing in the doorway. Mercer stood in a pose that suited his nature; cold, efficient, and slightly sadistic. Beckett often wondered why he thought Mercer sadistic, but when he saw the ruby spots of blood on Mercer's hands and the gleeful lights in his eyes, Beckett cleared his throat.

'Any progress on Miss Swann?'

'None Sir.' Mercer admitted, face impassive as ever. Beckett sighed and set his teacup down.

'Very well, I shall see to her.'

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In the damp gloom of the brig Beckett spotted her prone form. Her wrists were shackled cruelly to a wooden beam and she was gagged with a piece of dirty cloth. As she glared defiantly up at him Beckett saw a trickle of blood on her temple where Mercer had beaten her. He knelt down in front of her.

'You know it will go better for you if you co-operate, Miss Swann.'

The two of them were alone, Beckett had sent away the guards. Elizabeth let out an angry grunt and tried desperately to get out of the shackles, no doubt to kill him.

Beckett raised an eyebrow and waited for her to give up. When she did so he tilted his head in a condescending manner, Fight all you want, my dear, you're not getting away from e this time. He fingered a gold locket that hung around her slim neck.

'Silly things, trinkets,' he said, tugging it. It fell away from her throat and he dangled it cruelly in front of her.

'A locket, with portraits of your mother and father no doubt?' he chuckled, swinging the pendant back and forth. Elizabeth's eyes glanced at it in alarm and then resorted to glowering at him angrily.

'Wouldn't it be a shame to get rid of their memory?' Without warning, he tossed it into the shadows, it landed in the slimy darkness with a dull thunk.

Beckett saw Elizabeth's fingers clench. He bent his face closer to hers to see the tears forming in her eyes. Desire rose within him. He raised a hand and stroked her cheek lightly. Elizabeth shrank back from him as far as her bonds would allow, about five inches. Beckett let out a throaty chuckle.

'Shall I remove this gag?' he asked, almost tenderly.

Elizabeth made no movement as Beckett placed both his hands on her cheeks, for a second they both were stock still, each of them suspicious of the other. Then Beckett placed both his forefingers either side of the rag and drew it sharply away from her mouth.

Elizabeth drew a ragged breath. Beckett stared at her coldly. Almost immediately he crushed her mouth with his own in a furious kiss that threatened to suffocate her. A small cry of disgust escaped her and she pulled her head back. Spitting in his face.

Beckett frowned and wiped the saliva away, a cruel and predatory smile showing on his arrogant face. His eyes danced with sapphire lights, her defiant behaviour gave him a perfect excuse to vent his anger and lust.....

He hit her, hard on the face. Her golden head smacked against the wooden beam. Her mouth twisted in a snarl as he pinned her to the floor. She tried to throw him off, but the shackles hindered her and he was too strong.

'Where is Jack Sparrow?' he demanded.

'Go to hell Beckett.' came the hissed reply.

Beckett struck her again, and ran his other hand up her legs, feeling her glorious curves.

Elizabeth screamed and attempted to deliver a sharp kick but he quickly fought her back. Opening her mouth to scream again Elizabeth was met with another blow.

'Shut up!' he growled, rolling up her breeches to reveal her shapely legs. Elizabeth realised what he meant to do and tried rolling over to prevent him, to no avail.

Unbuckling his trousers Beckett leant over her and hissed in her ear.

'Now we do things my way......'

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When he was done with her Beckett stood up. He stared dispassionately at Elizabeth, who was weeping. He no longer saw Elizabeth Swann, proud King of the Brethren Court, a woman of fire and passion. He saw Lizzie Swann, a girl, lying beaten and broken on a wet wooden floor. Bruises formed on her creamy skin and blood was seeping out of her nose and the corner of her mouth.

Her cries echoed slightly around the brig and Beckett suddenly felt uncomfortable. What had he just done?

He shook away the though and turned on his heel.

'Hear me now, Miss Swann, I will find your Brethren, and I will cut them down. Then I will come back and see what can be down with you.'

He was glad he had his back turned for another lascivious grin toyed with his lips whilst uncertainty blazed in his eyes.

He began to walk away when her sobbing ceased and she spoke softly;

'Beckett?'

He turned, she was narrowing her eyes in a gesture of epic hate.

'When you die, it will be from the bullet of my gun.' she promised.

Beckett snorted, he strode over to her and replaced the gag. Then he picked up a small gun that lay discarded near the gunpowder barrels. Twirling it in his hand he began to laugh.

'I think not, Miss Swann.' he said, tucking it into his belt.

Leaving her in the brig he began to laugh cruelly. And he was still laughing all the way back to his cabin.

I hope that cleared up some things, but I left some things unresolved.

Next update is the reunion between Elizabeth and Beckett. And it's safe to say she's not pleased to see him.......

See ya!