Princess Maiden: I don't think it was too harsh, because I believe Beckett would do it. He is just a cruel person. Oh and thank you, my (almost) only reviewer, appreciate it…

And sorry that this chapter is shorter, but that happens when you write it at midnight…

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Chris opened her yes. It took a little time to focus. She was back in the cell, lying on the floor with her head in Jack's lap. Her forehead was on fire. She raised her chained hands to touch it, but Jack caught her by the wrist. She looked up at him. He smiled sadly.

"That wouldn't be wise, luv."

"'ow does it look?"

"It'll be fine."

"That's not the answer to the question."

"It doesn't look that bad."

"Don't lie, Jack."

"Alright, luv. It's all swollen and there are bloody blisters all around the place."

Chris sat up and saw Will and Elizabeth looking at her. Rather at her forehead. Elizabeth seemed to be in quite a shock. She opened her mouth several times but then closed it again, unable to find the right words of comfort. Chris noticed a man in a wig in another cell. He was also eyeing her forehead. She didn't have an idea who he was. But that didn't matter. She had to do something to stop everybody staring and pitying her.

"'ow do we get outta 'ere?"

"You are not getting out of here, if you mean the cell. You are, however, getting out of this whole world tomorrow."

Cutler was standing there, a smug smile on his face and Jack's compass in his hand. Everyone turned to him. If looks could kill, Cutler would be dead at least a hundred times over.

"Do you happen to know, Sparrow, where it points to when I open it?"

Cutler asked, swinging the compass in his fingers. Jack didn't even try to correct him on "Captain Sparrow".

"To me, I guess. The thin' you want most in this world is me…. dead."

"Correct. But that all shall pass tomorrow when all of you will be hanged and the compass will start pointing to the next thing I want most in this world."

"Pray tell, what is that?" Jack asked wearily, not really interested, and not really caring.

"Isla de Muerta."

But this answer jerked him back to focus, his eyes widened and his jaw fell to the floor. Elizabeth also looked surprised. Chris looked indifferent. Nothing Cutler said could surprise her any more.

"I didn't know your goals were so provincial." Will sneered.

"But the treasure is cursed." Elizabeth said.

"I am well aware of that, Miss Swann. But it also provides you with immortality. And what better chance of success to eliminate every single pirate from this world is there, than being immortal?"

Cutler smiled coldly.

"Oh and Sparrow, you probably did not notice, as you were in the brig, but we towed the damaged Pearl all the way back to Port Royal, so that you can watch it be blown to pieces before you are hanged."

Then he turned to Chris, intending to annoy and hurt everyone he could, and said sarcastically, "You look lovely, my dear former fiancée" and left.

Elizabeth and Will looked at Chris with pity. They knew everything about her now; Jack told them when Chris was unconscious. But nobody said anything. A long silence followed in the cells. Beckett wanted to be cursed and immortal. To eliminate all pirates. Doesn't that sound absurd? Crazy? Insane?

"So, 'ow do we escape?" Chris asked.

"I think I can help you with that."

Governor Swann was suddenly standing there. Obviously nobody noticed him coming, they all were thinking about what Beckett said.

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Oh yes, I know very well that this is not my best chapter... sorry :D