Oh look, I'm updating… Disclaimer: I own only the plot, Marie, and her aides.
"Marie!" yelled Jack. He was chasing the young woman down the hall of Shipwreck Cove. "Marie!"
She kept running. She turned the corner, and Jack sped up. He dropped his sword in order to become more aerodynamic, and sprinted towards the curly brown haired girl who was currently entering her chambers.
"Marie, would you care to make your dainty little feet be still?" he yelled irritably.
She stuck her head out of her door and snapped, "What do you want?"
He was momentarily speechless. Multiple tear tracks had traced their way down her pale face and she was working hard to refrain from breaking down into sobs.
"Well?"
"May I come in?" he asked gallantly.
She opened the door wider and gestured for him to come inside. He walked in and sat down in a toile chair. There was a delicate tea set within arm's reach, so he grabbed a cup and began to drink.
Marie bit her lip, causing her to look very nervous. "Can I tell you something?" she asked quietly.
Jack nodded, still drinking his way through the whole tea set.
"I'm not who you think I am," she confessed.
"Of course you are," Jack said between sips.
"Someone whose been a pirate since they were thirteen wouldn't be educated, Jack," she nearly yelled, startling Jack into dropping the teacup. It landed on the floor with a shatter. "Someone whose constantly sailing would have no access to the latest fashions. Jack, I'm working for the East India Company!" she screamed, holding back sobs, "I'm engaged to Cutler Beckett, I helped them get in, and I am not a good person!"
"I believe that depends on the viewpoint of the individual," a cultured voice said. Lord Beckett himself walked into the room, his hand on his sword hilt and looking all sorts of smug.
"Ibelieve this was a private confessional, mate," Jack said, gesturing for Beckett to leave.
"Captain Jack Sparrow," he said slowly, "You were almost the key to unlocking this whole operation. Too charming for the common good, one might say."
"One might say that," Jack agreed.
"You almost gave up, darling," Cutler said, walking over to Marie. "My little French wench."
He pulled her into a rough kiss that seemed to send the message, "I'm in charge here."
"Why are you set to be married to him, exactly?" Captain Sparrow asked, mildly disgusted.
"Because I threatened to have everyone she holds dear killed," Beckett answered while tracing the lines of her face with his thumb. "And because, obviously, I'm devilishly attractive."
"If that's what your mum told you, who am I to argue?" Jack said diplomatically, "Now, about our agreement."
"What agreement?" Beckett asked as several red-coated soldiers walked into the room.
"Yes, Jack," Marie said suspiciously, "What agreement?"
I'll update soon, I swear!