Princess Maiden: what did you think would work? the escape? nah, that would ruin the next chapter :)

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The fifth day in the morning they finally arrived to the docks of Port Royal. Jack and Chris were taken out of the brig, chained again and escorted by Cutler's men aboard the ship. The sunlight struck them both hard in the eyes so they had to shield them for a while before they adjusted to this amount of light. The brig was rather a dark place. Then they were unceremoniously shoved down the gangplank to the docks and escorted by a cordon of armed soldiers through the whole town up to the fortress where the cells were. It was quite a procession and soon all the inhabitants of the town watched them. Once they were down in the cells, they were once again shoved through the doors into a common cell without a word.

Cutler and his personal guard went up to the Governor's office and went in without knocking. Governor Swann was in the middle of some dealings with Commodore Norrington and they both looked up at the intruder. Before they could say anything, Cutler spoke.

"Good morning, Governor Swann, Mr. Norrington. I am Lord Cutler Beckett of the East India Trading Company and as of this moment I am officially in charge of this town. So if you will please be so kind as to leave my office."

He said it without any emotions. The Governor and the Commodore looked at each other but none of them was able to speak.

"These are my appointing letters from the King. And these are the warrants of arrest for you, Commodore Norrington."

He nodded and the guards shackled Norrington at once.

"And these other two are for Elizabeth Swann and William Turner. They are being arrested as we speak"

The guards took the still speechless Norrington out.

"No! Elizabeth no! What has she done?"

"I believe it has to do something with a certain man called Jack Sparrow. And please Governor, do not try to pretend you do not know what this is about. And now, if you will excuse me, I have work to do here."

The Governor left defeated and knowing that there was nothing more to say, he went to see what was with his daughter.

Jack and Chris heard footsteps coming down the stairs and then they saw Will and Elizabeth taken to a cell.

"Jack?"

"Elizabeth? Will?"

"Jack?"

"Aye."

Will and Elizabeth were locked into the neighboring cell. According to Jack, Elizabeth looked beautiful as always, even though her dress was ruffled and stained by mud. And Will, he also just looked the same as always.

"Nice to see yer again, Lizzie, luv."

"What are you doing here?" Will asked, ignoring Jack's comment.

"Waitin' to be hanged I guess. What're yer doin' here?"

"Waiting to be hanged for helping you, I guess."

"Who is that?" Asked Elizabeth, noticing someone else in Jack's cell.

"Chris Morgan." She introduced herself.

"Jack, by any chance, are those two that Will and that Elizabeth ya said they'd 'elp us outta 'ere?"

Elizabeth and Will exchanged a glance. Jack turned to Chris and smiled uncertainly.

"Aye."

"Nice plan." Chris muttered and leaned against the wall and closed her eyes.

"Jack, who is she?"

But Jack didn't have time to answer Will's question. Two guards came leading Norrington, locked him into another cell, unlocked Jack and Chris's cell and took them both out. They were lead into the former Governor's office. Cutler was standing by the fireplace in which wood cracked and three other guards were there with him. Jack noticed a poker being heated up in the flames. He grimaced. He knew this too well. Cutler saw his expression and smiled coldly.

"Do not worry, Sparrow, today you are here only as a spectator. And I will take this from you."

Cutler said and snatched the compass from Jack's belt. Then he nodded and two of the guards grabbed Chris and forced her into the only chair in the room. She didn't resist. She knew this was coming all along. And she definitely wasn't going to show what Cutler was waiting for – fear, desperation and disgrace.

"Dear Christina, I have been looking for this occasion for a long time. In fact, from the moment you ran away and made me look stupid. I have been refused this chance by your father as long as he lived. That foolish hope of his to bring you back and make you a lady again. You never were a lady to start with."

He snorted. He nodded again and the remaining soldier took the white-heated poker and came closer to Chris. She was being held down by two other soldiers now. The poker was coming closer to Chris's right hand which was pinned to the table. Jack was silent, he knew there was nothing he could do and he was restrained by two men.

"Stop."

Beckett's voice said. Both Jack and Chris looked at him in surprise.

"I thought of a much better place on your body to have this lovely P on."

He said coolly and pointed his short finger to Chris's forehead. The guard with the poker moved closer.

"Why don't ya do it yaself, ya coward?!"

Chris growled through gritted teeth and everything else happened quickly from then on. She managed to catch a glimpse of Jack from the corner of her eye – he was wrestling with the men holding him and was shouting one obscenity after another at Beckett. Beckett was smiling and then she just smelled burning flesh and searing pain on her forehead. She gritted her teeth and forbid herself to satisfy Cutler with her screaming. She closed her eyes. The moment seemed like eternity. Finally she couldn't hold on any longer and screamed and then there was nothing but darkness.

Cutler had an evil smile of satisfaction plastered on his face. Chris's limp body was taken by one of the guards and Jack was being shoved through the door by the other two, still yelling obscenities at Cutler.

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so what do you think? I tried to make Cutler a slimy and cruel coward because I see him as such...