Disclaimer: A disclaimer is to a fanfiction author as plastic surgery is to a super model.
Author's Note: This one is going to be awesome. Psh, of course, all of them are awesome! Also this is going to be first person because it's back by popular demand. Actually, I just figured it would be easier to read. You tell me what you think!
I slowly opened my eyes and found myself in an environment too familiar for comfort. Beckett's office. I slowly sat up and saw him working at his desk. Who knew that guy had so much paperwork.
"This is my favorite couch here!" I laughed. His head shot up and when I saw his nose I fell off the couch in a fit of laughter.
"Not healing so well?" I peaked at him from over the couch. He rolled his eyes.
"And you?" He smirked. As I stood up my arm was hideous. I couldn't go on living. It was ugly. I was ugly!
"It has been awhile, hasn't it?" I walked over to him and sat across from him.
"Tea?" He motioned to the pot next to him. He poured her a cup and scooted it towards me. By now, I knew Beckett would not stoop so low as to poison my drinks so I sipped the hot beverage without hesitation.
"You are so much like your father," he noted and I didn't know if he was thinking aloud or wanted me to answer. I figured that if I answered and he didn't want me to I would be more annoying.
"I get that a lot," I nodded in agreement.
"No one quite understands it like I do. You see, your father and yourself seem to make it a habit of yours to slip through my clutches. In fact, we have met quite a few times and every time I realize how much closer I get to realizing my goal."
"Finding a wig that looks good on you?" I guessed. He just sighed.
"No, ridding the world of piracy. For good."
I snorted, "Yeah, right! You see. We are smart. We are cunning, we are motivated, and we are strong. As technology increases, so does our success. We're just normal people, except we have fun and freedom!"
"That may be the most logical thing I have ever heard come out of your mouth. Also the most dangerous."
I laughed, "I'm glad you were able to follow me."
"Yes… Freedom you say? Hmm… tell me how is that working out for you?"
"Well it could never be better! Oh wait… I m stuck here. I see your point. What are you getting at?" Oh, boy negotiations! My specialty!
"Do you know what a privateer is?"
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Hate to have chapter two as a filler, but I think that this is possibly one of the greatest cliffhangers I have ever written! Do YOU know what a privateer is? Haha, okay I'll shut up now…