A COMMODORE AND A LORD
Lee Norrington sat at his desk in silence; the only noise came from rock scraping against metal as he sharpened his sword. With each stroke he made, Lee imagined the terrible fate he had in store for the Sparrows. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his door.
"Come in."
A young soldier pushed open the door and stepped inside.
"We have received his letter sir."
"Very good. Hand it here."
The soldier handed Lee the letter. Lee sheathed his sword and placed it on his desk then took the letter, unfolded it and read it.
"Hmm, so it seems the Sparrows are headed to Tortuga to find the senior Sparrow. Tell the captain to keep close, but out of sight."
"Yes sir. Also, someone is here to see you, sir." The soldier bowed his head then left.
As soon as the soldier left, a short man wearing rich clothing entered the cabin.
"Ah, Lord Beckett, how nice it is to see you again."
"Like wise Commodore."
Lee motioned for Beckett to sit, "So, what brings you here?"
Beckett accepted and sat down, "I heard that you have been following the Sparrows."
Lee sat at his desk facing Lord Beckett, "Yes, we have been following them for sometime now."
"I would like to join the hunt for the Sparrows."
Lee raised an eyebrow, "And what do you have that would make me let you?"
A smile crept across Beckett's face, "I have hundreds of ships at my command ready to do what I tell them to."
"And what is it you want in return?" Lee questioned.
"All I want is to find the Sparrows, we have some unfinished business to settle."
Lee looked at Beckett deciding whether or not to make a deal with him.
Lord Beckett stood and extended his hand, "Do we have an accord?"
Lee looked at the outstretched hand, then to its owner. He stared at Beckett for a moment before extending his own hand and shaking Beckett's.