Author's Note: Hey Guys I'm back! I was surprised to return to the reviews that I did, glad they're positive. Now during my vacation I totally wrote some rough drafts but I don't know how they will mix with the current story line. I will change the second film just so you know.

~Beside a Seemingly Perfect Angel~

Chapter 3: Trapped

Black Pearl…

Jack was in a roll, he wanted to immediately find the treasure's location. His map was stretched out over his desk, and had a compass at hand and measured it's distance. It was obvious he had spent a lot of time in his office, considering that now only the candles lighted the room. He turned to face his compass and tapped it repeatedly wanting it to tell him an obvious location. He glared as it was spinning in different locations. He looked away in frustration. He decided to take a break and leaned back pulling a bottle of rum to him. He frowned seeing that the bottle had but a few drops of rum.

"Why is the rum always gone?" he asked to no one but himself.

He slammed the rum bottle down and got up from his seat with some difficulty. He swayed back and forth with the alcohol in his system and the rocking of the ship. He grabbed his three pointing hat and walked out of his cabin with a coat at hand.

Walking out of his room he picked up a gas lamp and walked through the deck seeing his men in hammocks and in deep sleep, snores echoing throughout the room.

"As you were gentlemen" he said to the sleeping crew.

He continued to walked down the stairs and opened a locked door. He entered and closed it behind him letting the gas lamp light up the room. He smirked seeing the barrels of rum all around the storage room. He smiled as he found what he was looking for.

"Time's run out Jack" he heard and dropped the bottle in surprise.

He looked ahead lifting his lamp to see ahead. He was now wary of what was to come. As he walked ahead he heard water dripping from a place ahead. He then clearly saw a man sitting there and the water was dripping from him.

"Bootstrap?" Jack asked.

The man didn't reply.

"Turner?" he called out once more.

The man turned to him and Jack was in shock. The man was indeed Bootstrap Bill, but he was part fish. He opened his mouth and water came out from it.

"You look good Jack" he said.

Jack merely tilted his head and pulled back with a face of slight disgust. His mind could only come up with a simple explanation.

"Is this a dream?" he asked.

"No" Bootstrap replied.

"I thought not" he muttered. "If it were they're be rum"

He placed the lamp against a hook and Bootstrap handed him an old bottle of rum.

"See you got the Pearl back I see" Bootstrap said.

"Ah, I had some help retrieving it" Jack replied. "Your son"

Bootstrap looking surprised.

"William" he said softly.

Jack merely smiled and drank the bottle of rum.

"He is a pirate after all" Bootstrap added as an afterthought.

"And what do I have the pleasure of your visit" Jack asked.

"He sent me" he replied. "Davy Jones"

Jack sat down on a crate and smirked.

"Ah…so it's you then" Jack whispered. "Shanghaied you to the surface"

"I chose it. I'm sorry the part I played in the mutiny against ye Jack. I stood up to you, then everything went wrong after that"

He picked up a hermit crab and bit into it, eating it until there was nothing left. Jack stuck out his tongue and made a face of disgust.

"They strapped me to a cannon and left me at the bottom of the sea" he continued. "Weight of the water crushing me, unable to move and unable to die Jack…but I thought that even the tiniest hope of escape was fate I would take it…I would trade anything for it"

Jack handed him the bottle of rum. Bootstrap drank from it as Jack got up and began to walk around the room.

"It's funny what a man would do for a escape to final judgment." Jack said.

Suddenly he was face to face with Bootstrap. He stepped back feeling uncomfortable with the lack of space between the fishman.

"You made a deal with him too Jack…he raised the Pearl from the depths for you…..thirteen years you've been the Captain."

Jack began to step back tentatively.

"Technically…" he began.

"Jack…you won't be able to talk yourself out of this…the laws that apply to me apply to you as well. One soul bound to crew a hundred years upon a ship"

"Yes but the Flying Dutchman already has a Captain and-"

"Then it's the locker for you!" Bootstrap said " If not the Leviathan will find you, and bring the Pearl back down to its depths, with you along with it."

Jack backed away with a nervous smile on his face.

"Any idea when Jones might release said terrible beast?" he asked.

Bootstrap stepped back from Jack.

"I already told you Jack" he rasped out.

He grabbed Jack's hand and lifted it to his own. He then placed something in his hand.

"Your time is up" he croaked. "He comes now, with ravenous hunger."

Jack opened his hand to see nothing, and then suddenly there was a gap in his hand. He gasped and looked at the retreating form of Bootstrap Bill. Suddenly he disappeared making Jack run.

"All hands on deck" he yelled all around. "Lay fast the caskets!"

He ran through the deck making many men fall off their hammocks in shock.

"On deck scallywags!" he yelled.

Gibbs lifted his head on his hammock and jumped off. He frantically began to put on his boots, with some difficulty along with the others. All men were half dressed and following the orders of the frantic Captain.

"We need to head to land!" He ran around yelling.

"What port?" Gibbs asked.

Jack jumped and turned to face him.

"No port, I said land" he said "Any land"

He jumped as Jack the monkey took his hat and hissed at him. Jack hissed at Jack the monkey and frowned as his hat was thrown overboard. All the crew looked to the starboard side of the boat as the hat was floating on the sea.

"Hat overboard!" Gibbs yelled.

"No, no, no…leave it" Jack said "Run"

They all turned to face him in surprise, he couldn't believe it…he didn't care for his hat.

"…..Back to your stations" Gibbs ordered.

He looked back to see Jack in a weird position. He was standing unmoving under the stairs, his face blank of emotions.

"Jack" Gibbs said.

"Shh" Jack replied.

"For the love of mother and child Jack, what's coming after us?"

Jack looked at him absolutely spooked.

"Nothing" he whispered.

As the ship headed out, he didn't know how lucky he was to let his hat go. A few miles away an unsuspecting ship was sunk which fate would blame on the hat.

Port Royal..

Will and Weatherby Swann ran down towards the prisons. There was Elizabeth who was sitting on the floor, her dress dirty and no longer the wedding dress they had once scene. They pushed through a soldier and Will got down on his knees to see his precious Lizzie.

"You can't be here" one soldier exclaimed.

"Stand down" Weatherby said.

"Mr. Swann!" he cried out.

Weatherby turned to him.

"It's Governor Swann" he said proudly.

Elizabeth and Will intertwined their fingers through the jail cell.

"Jack's compass? What does Beckett want with that?" Elizabeth asked.

"Doesn't matter" Will replied " I have to find Jack and convince him to return to Port Royal in exchange, the charges against us will be dropped" Will said.

"No" Weatherby interrupted "We must find out own avenue for your freedom"

"Is that a lack of faith in Jack?" Will asked " …or in me?"

" Because you would risk your life to save Sparrow, does not mean he would do the same for anyone else" he said. "Now…where's the dog?"

He whistled.

"I believe in you" she whispered to Will. "Where will you find him?" she asked caressing his cheek.

"Tortuga" he replied almost immediately.

He looked at her with loving eyes and kissed her hand. He got up and with his eyes promised her he would get her out of this predicament.

Governor Swann's Mansion..

Amour was trapped she knew it. From what she had heard of, Lord Cutler Beckett was devious, the was obvious from his deal with her. She had to be cunning and outwit him. She couldn't believe how ironic this situation was; when she wanted a man of power he rejected her and when she doesn't want to deal with another, he's after her tail. Her mind wandered towards the man who had long disappeared.

'Where are you?' she thought.

She sighed and forced herself to ignore her weakling thoughts. She wouldn't pine anymore for a dead man; especially a dead man that never wanted to deal with her in the first place. She felt as if she needed air after all the thinking and walked towards her balcony. She looked out to sea and smirked.

'Funny, here was what started all the troubles, my clumsy hands started our first adventure.' She thought back to when she had dropped the blasted medallion.

Not only did her blunder bring adventure, but it also brought a man that caused all this chaos they currently lived in.

"Damn you Jack" she whispered "Why must you ruin everything?"

Her grip on the balcony tightened, making her hands whiten. A soft sea breeze hit her face and she closed her eyes cherishing it. She hand to admit, it wasn't the same as when she was on sea. Her sea legs had developed on the Black Pearl.

Her mind began to drift and suddenly her mind showed her a pair of coal-rimmed brown eyes; it wasn't like any other pair of brown eyes, there was a glint that was unique to this pair. Suddenly a red bandana, worn out from its use appeared over it and brown/black dreads of hair appeared as well. She knew that gaze, that hair, and then her face became slightly flushed. A pair of thin lips appeared; a pair she knew too well. That pair had caused her to face new emotions that she couldn't define. The figure emerged in front of her, a pair of arms that had pulled her to him before; that had held her so intimately. The man smirked and she licked her lips out of reflex. Suddenly her eyes opened wide.

She was wide eyed and shocked at how her mind had betrayed her. It was official that man was a curse and she was accursed. She placed a hand on her chest and glared at herself, as if her mind would curl away in shame of what they had caused her.

"I loathe you" she hissed towards the sea, as if Jack would know.

"Miss Swann" she heard someone call out.

She turned to face her room and saw Nellie there. It was time for her to change for her bedtime. She sighed and walked in closing the balcony doors behind her.

"What was going on outside Miss Swann?" Nellie asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about Nellie. Would you help me" she asked turning to help her undue her strings.

Nellie quickly went to the task at hand, but that didn't stop her mouth from running.

"Well I mean you were obviously dreaming 'bout something…..or someone" she muttered the last part.

Amour blushed and turned to face her once the dress slipped from her hips and her petticoat was removed.

" I don't know what you're talking about" she hissed ignoring her flushed state.

"Right Miss Swann, anything you say" she said.

Amour huffed and slipped her nightgown down. She tied a ribbon on her hair and walked over to her bed. She looked to see Nellie hadn't moved, on the contrary she had stood there looking nervous.

"Is there something you need?" she asked.

Nellie jumped up and smiled tentatively.

"Well…..this was sent to you and well…here" she said.

Amour looked down at the letter and turned to see Beckett's seal. She frowned and looked up to Nellie who was walking towards the exit of the room.

"Call Celeste when you head downstairs" she ordered.

She rarely ordered them without a polite word, but this proved it was a serious .

"Yes Miss Swann. Goodnight" Nellie said and walked away closing the door behind her.

She looked at the seal and bit her lip nervously. She slipped her finger from under the seal and lifted the seal. She placed the envelope to the side and unfolded the letter. She was surprised that he himself had taken the time to write anything.

"Too self absorbed to do it" she muttered. "What does he want?"

She wouldn't ever know until she began to read the letter. So she unfolded the letter and began to read:

November 19th

Dearest Amour Swann,

It is my pleasure to inform you that I, my dear have calmed your pretty little head. It was hard my dove, but I managed to save your trouble making sister and her heathen fiancé William Turner.It was most challenging but I did as you asked my dear.I believe that we had had an accord. Now Miss Swann, it seems that you are in debt to me and as we agreed you and I shall wed. Believe me, it will be an honor for thou to marry such a Lord suchas myself. That's right Miss Swann, I did accept your proposition and you cannot back down. Also try to make yourself as happy as possible; I will not be embarrassed by you.About the wedding, I was thinking that we shall wed soon after if not on your eighteenth birthday. If memory serves me correct, thou turns eighteen on the 12th of December and by then,the rainfall shall end, and the mission of mine will end as well. Then you and I shall head towards London.The announcement of our engagement shall be tomorrow and honor will be restored towards your family. Believe me when I say thou are lucky that I took interest in a girl from such a bad family. Yes the Swann family is very frowned upon by the king, but no worries my dear you shall be a perfect addition to my achievements. You will also gain your first achievement of taming a Lord such as myself.

Your Beloved Fiancé,

Lord Cutler Beckett

Amour gritted her teeth at the horrid letter. She ripped the covers from herself and began to pace. That idiotic self absorbed rat was interested in her. She never expected him to even think of her as worthy enough to go against the crown.

Celeste entered without announcing herself, only to find her frantic. She had a pitcher of warm milk to calm her down, seeing as Nellie was frantic herself when talking to her. Once seeing her little girl in a state of panic she placed the pitcher on the dresser and walked over to her.

"What's –" Celeste was suddenly interrupted when Amour shoved a letter to her hand.

"Read it" she hissed cheeks red with anger.

Celeste's eyes left the distraught girl and landed on the letter. As she read the letter she paled considerably. She couldn't believe in what trouble her girl had gotten into.

"You had an agreement?" she exclaimed.

"I never thought he would accept it!" she yelled. "I refuse to wed him!"

"What have you gotten yourself into?" Celeste angered.

"I don't know, but I have to get out of it." she said.

"And what of Elizabeth and Mr. Turner?" Celeste asked.

Amour looked away from her and bit her lip. She knew it, he caught her, she was stuck to wed him to free both of them.

"I suppose I'm getting married…"

Marriage is not something she would ever expect to occur to her. Her dream of marriage had been shattered but a December ago when the person she loved abandoned her to follow his own desire. She was coming of age and unlike Elizabeth, her union would be one of strict business. She wouldn't be as lucky as her elder sister to find "her" William Turner.

"Don't sacrifice yourself dear" Celeste took her out of her thoughts.

"Nana, until I find a loophole, I will wed Lord Beckett. Well do you have another suggestion because I sure don't!"

Celeste remained quiet but her frustration and anger was obvious. Amour frowned and crumpled the letter throwing it to the side. She had to admit, having to marry Lord Beckett was a small price for the lives of her sister and Will.

"You've gotten yourself in a lot of trouble and best be gettin' out of it too" Celeste said.

Celeste picked up the letter and placed it in her apron. She pulled Amour towards her and held her close.

" Honey, try and head to bed, drink the milk I brought you and we will talk more about this tomorrow" she said.

Amour said nothing and felt nothing. Celeste sighed and let her go, there was nothing she could do. She merely left the room and closed the door behind her quietly.

"Tia, once again sister it seems you're right" Celeste muttered "Hope the rest of your prediction will come through as well"

She sighed and walked towards the kitchen, thinking about how she might need a cup of bourbon.