Look an update! Yes, I'm sorry. I told a few people towards the end of last year that I would update before Christmas... which I didn't because 'tis the season to be awfully busy!~' Sorry.I guess I've managed to update before Christmas THIS year, so that's an accomplishment. I have no idea when my next update will be. There are always obstacles, writers block, real life ect. This year I'll have lots of studying to do (apparently) so that will be my new obstacle. I'll find away to balance things, hopefully. On with the new chapter! Please remember, don't be shy and tell me what you think! No flaming. Constructive criticism is welcome.

Chapter six: Voyage
Characters: Lord Beckett, Mercer, Elizabeth, Norrington and mentions of Weatherby Swann and Will.
Warnings: Oral sex, sexual references, mention of a rather rough sexual act.
Word count: 4,509
Chapter Summary: Months have passed aboard the Endeavour. Elizabeth finds herself unable to provide her husband with a night of intimacy so Beckett has her do something else...

It had been months now since Lord Beckett had taken Elizabeth Swann as his wife, had her to bed and to torment as he pleased. They'd been aboard the Endeavour for what felt like years. In the months that had passed Beckett had been efficiently dealing with pirates and other matters that he wouldn't allow Elizabeth to know about, whilst spending a night or two each week with her in his company. She was still persistent on not enjoying the episodes of intimacy they shared, and yet it wouldn't take much to notice the occasional signs of enjoyment that slipped from her. That was the best part for Beckett. In fact, it was part of the reason he shared her company so frequently. If time would allow it, he would have her in bed with him more often. Unfortunately there were always things that he needed tending to, things that were of more importance than his wife.

They'd been to many different ports in the Spanish Main and the North Atlantic to hunt down pirates and to resupply when it was necessary. They'd at some point taken out a pirate Sloop near Cuba, and to Beckett's misfortune none of the crew had survived for interrogation. Although most of the voyage was rather pointless, Beckett had managed to stop a few pirate activities so while being as pointless as it felt it wasn't a complete waste of time. The ship had recently docked at Nassau Port, and Beckett had gone ashore with most of the officers. Elizabeth was left almost forgotten in her small room. She wished that she could go ashore. She hadn't left the ship for the whole six months or so that she'd been aboard the Endeavour and she'd been at sea for even longer. She wanted land, to hear the sounds of birds that weren't sea gulls, the feel of solid ground underneath her feet. And of course, land could very well mean her chance to escape. And that had at least had one advantage – no more slipping between the sheets with her husband.

She often wondered what would happen when they finally reached their destination. Would he pay much attention to her, or completely forget about her? She also wanted to know the reason for him wanting her. There were plenty of women in the world. So why did he pardon Elizabeth on the account that she married him? What was so special about her? She often wanted to ask but then again, perhaps sometimes things are best left unknown. She doubted that he'd her answer anyway.

Four days was certainly not the longest that Beckett had gone without accompanying Elizabeth to bed. It had been left longer a few times before, usually during periods when they'd made anchor to re-supply the ship.

"Are you decent my lady?" a male voice came from the other side of Elizabeth's chamber door.

"Yes." Elizabeth replied as she stood and straightened her skirts. She always did this when someone came to her room.

It was around eight. She knew this was usually the time when she'd have her supper brought to her, or if Beckett was around and he desired her presence, he'd send for her to dine with him.

Keys unlocked the door outside and Admiral James Norrington entered the room with a small tray of food. He closed the door behind him. He did this little duty every night when Mercer was off doing grim tasks for Beckett. And Mercer only did this because Beckett didn't trust the men on board - especially when they were docked; there was more chance of them getting alcoholic substances that often fuelled crude behaviour. This time James had been left in charge of the ship whilst Beckett and some other superiors were ashore. Apparently Beckett could trust the Admiral with the ship and to feed his pet.

"You did it again," Elizabeth said.

It took James a moment to realise what she meant. Of course, she'd asked him not to call her 'my lady' or anything similar. "Beckett asks us to call you-" he started, but was cut off by Elizabeth.

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him." she smiled. She often did when James came to bring her food, water and whatever else, and of course deliver some sort of conversation. She was always much the opposite when Mercer came. She would never ask about what the ships course was or about what Beckett was up to, she knew that he would answer neither.

"And what if someone heard me calling you by your first name and they told Beckett?" James asked, placing the tray of food on the table. What he said was true but it wasn't why he'd said it. He simply refused to call her 'Elizabeth'. It was improper, amongst other things...

"I'm sure that grown men don't tell tales. Or do they?" Elizabeth said taking a seat at the table.

"No. I don't think they do. But...I'm sure that if Mercer heard he would." James said, hovering uncomfortably.

Elizabeth always found it unusual that he never took a seat, even though he stayed and spoke with her. Then again, they never did speak for that long, usually he'd just tell her what Beckett had told him to say and then leave. Sometimes he might add a few polite personal remarks before leaving. Come to think of it Elizabeth and James' longest conversation had been when Elizabeth had had a teary moment about how guilty she'd felt when she'd jilted him for Will and all the mess that had followed.

"I suppose you're right then. Call me as His Lordship likes..." She looked somewhat frustrated but that quickly changed when she asked, "When do you think we'll be leaving Nassau?"

"Soon," James answered.

Silence fell. Elizabeth began to eat her supper - salted pork and a few undercooked vegetables. It was usually this sort of thing. The only food she enjoyed was fruit, mostly the mangoes; unfortunately they weren't brought to her very often.

"You do know where we're headed don't you?" James asked.

"No. Beckett won't tell me anything... I didn't think you would either." She replied cutting into the pork.

"Port Royal," James said.

"... Why?" she asked curiously.

"Beckett's going to hang-"

"Will… Yes James. I'm well aware of that." She sounded rather irritated now. 'Why did he have to bring that up now?'

"... I overheard Mercer and Beckett speaking about it the other day. He's going to make you watch... I thought that you should know. I... I'll leave you now." James said. "Goodnight my lady."

"Wait... Why would you tell me this?" Elizabeth asked.

"I do not know..." he replied.

"How can you not-"

"I just don't know..." This time James sounded unhappy.

Elizabeth gave a long sigh. "Goodnight admiral." She said mockingly, but plainly.

Elizabeth was silent until he left and the keys turned the lock before she showed any signs of being upset. 'He's going to make me watch... Will die...' She tried not to get all teary as she finished her supper... unfortunately her will power against this just wasn't enough.

*+*+*+*+*+*

The next morning Beckett returned to the docks. Marines were scattered loading the last crates of food and supplies onto the ship and getting ready to make sail. Beckett was making his way up the gangplank when Mercer appeared next to him. "Everything is in order sir."

"Excellent. Now, what of my wife? Did she behave whilst I was ashore?" Beckett asked, taking the last step up the gangway and onto the deck.

"She didn't try any escapes this time, though she did use attitude the other night when I brought her her supper." Mercer answered. They headed up the stairs to the helm.

"Maybe she learnt her lesson from the last time she tried to escape. Her punishment was quite enjoyable... It's a shame I won't have the pleasure of doing it again."

Mercer gave an all-knowing smirk. He knew that whatever her punishment was it went on in Beckett's quarters after the sun had gone down. Maybe something that involved a violent hand to the rump? Ropes? She had a large bruise on her arm the next day. There could have been more bruises too, but if there were they were covered by her clothes. Mercer waited a moment to see if Beckett would say anything but when he did not he asked "Shall I order them to raise the anchor then, sir?"

Beckett squint his eyes because the sun had made direct contact with them, he then answered sarcastically, "Well we can't very well leave port if we don't." He then turned away and headed back down the stairs hovering one hand in the air to keep the sun out of his eyes. He then disappeared inside of the ship.

When Beckett was out of sight, Mercer began barking commands to the crew below.

The ship made its way out of Nassau's port with ease. The winds were on their side. They sailed with all sails up to make the best of the favourable wind and tide. If it kept up, the Endeavour would make it to its next port of call, Port Royal, long before they were due there.

*+*+*+*+*+*

The day had progressed rather quickly. It was now evening and Lord Beckett was alone and seated at his station. He'd been sitting there for hours in the humid room overlooking reports whilst sipping tea and now wine. Slamming the last report paper onto the desk he collapsed back into his chair exhausted. He was exhausted not because he had done plenty of work but because the heat just seemed to drain him of his energy. Thankfully since the sun had started to descend so did the heat. He raised his class to his mouth and drank the remaining sips. There was a knock at the door just as he'd placed his glass down. "Come in." he called out.

Mr. Mercer entered with his coat draped over one arm. "Shall I have yer evenin' meal brough' in?"

"No. Tonight I'll dine with Elizabeth." Beckett answered placing some of the papers in the draw of his desk.

"I had a feeling you might say that." Mercer replied with one of his all-knowing smirks.

"Yes. I can't say I'd ever doubt that." Beckett said. Mercer grinned almost stupidly at this. Beckett – unamused – ordered, "Don't just stand there, go and organise dinner then go fetch her for me!"

"My apologies sir," Mercer said before he swiftly went off to perform the given tasks. Being Lord Beckett's clerk did indeed have both good and bad days.

Beckett also left to wait at the dinner table for dinner to be severed and for Mercer to return with his wife. As he waited he watched the kitchen hands and cooks as they brought out servings of food and set the table. He looked straight ahead to the other side of the table. "That first candelabra isn't straight." Beckett said, pointing to the candelabra. Immediately one of the staff came back to rectify it. As the same man who had straightened the candelabra was leaving, he held the door open for Mercer who had returned with Elizabeth. She entered and the staff member left closing the door behind him. Upon seeing his package delivered, Beckett motioned for Mercer to leave.

"I see we've left Nassau." Elizabeth said taking her seat at the opposite end of the table.

"Yes," Beckett said and waited for Elizabeth to feed him some more words. When she didn't he thought that he'd be the one to start conversation. "Well, aren't you going to inquire about my visit in Nassau?"

"Oh, sorry, did you have a good time?" She said in a sweet sounding sarcastic tone.

Beckett flicked his hand and two servants came to lift the lids on Beckett and Elizabeth's meals. What a surprise! Salted meat and vegetables - again. "Mercer told me that you were well behaved whilst I was ashore - why change now? And no, I didn't." He said.

"That is a shame." she said already cutting into her salted meat, beef, though she wasn't too sure. She knew that Beckett would most likely rush his meal so to unbalance that she would eat slowly.

"Persistent aren't we? Never mind, I'm sure you're doing this because you'd like it if I punished you. You do know that you can just as easily ask don't you?"

"No! That's not it at all!" she said lifting her knife and fork. Goodness no, she didn't want that again.

"Then I suggest you put an end to your attitude problem." He said. This was when he finally decided to start cutting into his own meal, rather hurriedly just as Elizabeth had expected.

"Sorry... it's just that I really would have liked to have left the ship" she said. 'Even if it was with you,'

"Why is that? So you could try another escape?" he said before eating his first piece of the meal.

"No, it's because I'm sick of being in that room all day! There is nothing to do! The only time I leave is when you desire my company!" she complained.

"That's too bad. Though it won't be long before get your chance to disembark the ship. We'll reach Port Royal soon; Groves tells me that if the favourable weather keeps up we'll be there even sooner." Beckett said scooping some of the vegetables and meat together onto his fork with his knife.

"That's good news." Elizabeth said, though, she wasn't too sure if it really was good news. Remembering what James had told her would happen once they'd arrived.

"I'm in no doubt that you're looking forward to going home. I can imagine that you haven't been in your father's mansion for quite some time. When was the last time you were there? Was it your wedding day?"

"Yes... My wedding day..." she said with a glimpse of that day in the back of her mind. She continued when she remembered what else he'd mentioned "Wait. You mean you're planning to make the mansion your own?" she said shocked.

"Of course, if I'm going to take up a permanent residence in Port Royal where else would I live?" he said.

"You mean to imply that there isn't another place worthy of having you as its owner?" she asked.

"Exactly. You see, nothing else would accommodate me to my standards. Even the mansion only just passes my expectations. I'll probably have it re-painted in most places and replace the tiles in the entrance hall. And I'm sure there are other things that will need to be touched up too." He said conceitedly. "Think of it like this. It's still your home; you're my wife so that makes it mine, ours."

"So you've been inside, when?" She asked. She hadn't even thought that he would've had the chance to go to the mansion. She pushed her food about the plate whilst she thought.

"When I went and spoke with your father before the Endeavour left Port Royal. More than once I do believe." Beckett answered.

"You allowed him to go up to the mansion...? I thought that you'd be watching him all the time." she said.

"If I allowed him to return home it would avoid any suspicion and, by the way, I did have someone following your father." He said.

"Mercer?" she asked.

"No. I sent him to follow you." He said.

"Oh..." she said. She didn't have a clue that Mercer had been following her.

"He found you in Tortuga. Then he came to report that you had found Mr. Norrington whilst you were there." He said. "It made interesting news for your father."

Elizabeth remained silent whilst she ate. Beckett who had expected her to ask far more questions asked, "Aren't you going to ask questions?"

"No. I don't want to know about the past. At the moment I'm too fixed on worrying about the future." She said.

"You mean when we reach Port Royal? Don't tell me that you're thinking about another escape attempt already?" He said flicking his hand to one of the servants. He'd finished all that he wanted to eat. Only a potato was left on his plate.

"That's not what I meant... I was referring to going back home. Think of all the prejudice people are going to throw at me." She said.

"It will be like that for a while, maybe, but once they realise that you're my wife I'm sure it will all go away." He said. "Are you finished?"

"Yes, I am." Beckett flicked his hand at her words and a servant took Elizabeth's plate. "I suppose that you'll want me..." she said.

"Of course," He said smirking.

"Well, I don't think now is the best time..." she trailed off.

"Why?" he asked.

Elizabeth blushed. "Well…because it's...," she groaned. "I'm in the middle of my courses, alright? And I really don't think you'd want to lie with me... during... whilst I'm..." she said. She tried to be quiet so that the servants couldn't hear but loud enough so that Beckett could.

"Yes. You are right..." he said disappointed. It wasn't the fact that he couldn't be intimate with her that disappointed him...

"Well, come three days time it should be... done." She said. The topic was awkward but she tried not to shy away.

Whilst they both sat there at the table in silence Beckett remembered something that he'd trained Elizabeth to do. Sure it wasn't intimacy but it was just as pleasurable. "Actually," He said sounding much brighter. "You can still come with me." His signature smirk appeared across his face.

*+*+*+*+*+*

Beckett led Elizabeth back to his bedchamber. He dressed down for bed, wigless and shirtless. Elizabeth on the other hand, was fully clothed. Elizabeth didn't have a clue why he'd brought her back to his bedchamber with him. What could she do? He'd said that he didn't want to have intercourse with her so of what other use could she be? There was never any other time that she was to company him in his bedchamber.

"Why am I here if you can't do anything with me?" she finally brought herself to ask.

"Well, do you remember what you learnt a few months ago... because that is what I brought you here for," He said sitting on the side of the bed. "Come; go to the other side of the bed."

"You taught me a few things... Which one are you referring to?" she asked as she sat on the other side of the bed, watching him as he sat up.

"Undo my breeches... and then-"

She gaped at him. "No! I'm not doing anything of the sort!" she said.

"I didn't finish what I was going to say, so how do you know what I want you to do?" he asked.

"Uh, I just know... because I remember what you... trained me to give..." she said with a worried look on her face. Of all the things that went on when she was alone with her husband behind a locked door this was something she absolutely couldn't stand – having his cock in her mouth. "Please, my lord, don't make me do that!" she begged.

"You know saying things like that just make me want it even more...'my lord' always does sound so nice when you say it in a situation like this." He said. "You know what I want you to do, so do it."

She hesitated at first. Really, she didn't know which was worse, being smacked around when she refused or giving her husband head. Then again, she'd only be forced to do it in the end so she might as well just save the fuss and do as he asked – hopefully she could bring the task to a close as soon as possible. She crawled over to her husband, with difficulty because of her dress – which she was surprised that he didn't demand that she remove. She positioned herself in-between his legs, which he'd ever so kindly parted for her. She was about to undo his breeches but thought for a moment about what she was about to do. A moment that his lordship thought went on for too long "Carry on." He commanded.

"Sorry," she said but when she remembered what she was doing, well, about to do, she added a seductive "My lord." To make sure she would leave his bedchamber without a slap across the face for her 'incompetence'.

Lifting Elizabeth's chin, looking straight into her eyes and stroking her soft pink lips, he told her she was a good girl. She enjoyed the little complement too, though she didn't show it. She began to undo his breeches, slowly as a tormenting gesture. She was sure that he appreciated it. She undid the final button on his breeches and with much uncertainty took hold of his arousal. Now came the part she dreaded most.

She lowered her head and opened her mouth. As she moved her lips down and over the head of his member she slowly circled her tongue. Beckett flinched in pleasure but after just a few moments he found himself in control once more. He pushed Elizabeth's hair behind her ears so that he had a clear view of what she was doing. His thumb trailed over her slightly flushed cheeks as he did so. She took the unwanted liberty of enjoying the feel of his rough thumb gliding over her soft skin.

She began to suck harder. Beckett watched her head move up and down as her lips ran the full length of his cock. He took hold on the back of her neck, tangling his fingers in her hair and, moving her head to a rhythm he enjoyed. He groaned loudly when she flicked her tongue across the very tip; then took as much as she could in her mouth and very slowly moved upwards again to flick the head with her tongue. She repeated this a few times before she resumed a quicker pace.

Beckett noted that she was getting better at this; he enjoyed the way she experimented with varying speeds and pressures. Usually right as he was enjoying the new speed she'd change to another, making him yearn for more. The only thing wrong with her performance was that she didn't groan. He wanted to hear her hum and purr, he wanted to feel it. But she wouldn't. Maybe she did this to tease him even more? To drive him mad.

Impassioned, he gripped hard on the back of her head forcing her to take a bit too much of his manhood in her mouth. She almost choked. "Can you not do that?" she asked when she came up to stop herself from choking.

"I didn't tell you to stop. Oh, and try and be a bit more of a slut would you?" he said pushing her head back down. She whimpered a very rushed "Sorry my lord." Before taking his cock back into her mouth once more.

She wasn't too sure what he meant by wanting her to be more of a slut. She guessed that he wanted her to up her game but she didn't know how, as inexperienced as she was. There didn't seem to be much more she could do other than what she was already doing. Her thoughts were interrupted by another of her husband's loud groans. There was something about her husband's groans that excited her, and of course part of her hated that fact. But this time... it sounded so, so much more enjoyable to her knowing that her ministrations gave him pleasure. She was sure that if she wasn't bleeding she'd enjoy it all that much more still. She moaned at the thought. Wait, groan... Maybe if she... no, that would be a bit... actually it would be exactly what he'd like.

She took his arousal from her mouth and gave a very loud and very fake moan. She then licked her lips slowly and placed her mouth back over his member again. He just looked at her, confused at first, but when he realised that she'd done that to be more 'slutty' he told her she was a "very good girl." A few flicks and teases later she moaned again but this time with him in her mouth still. He groaned too, louder than before as he suddenly climaxed. Beckett pushed her away and she watched as he came. She liked what she saw. She'd never seen him release because the only time he did so was when he was inside her. After regaining his breath he lifted her chin and praised her, running his thumb over her moist lips "Much better. That will do for this evening sweet." He did up the buttons on his breeches.

"Yes my lord." She said. She scrambled out of bed. "What now...? And might I rinse my mouth out?"

He got out of bed and motioned to the wash bowl. "You may use the water in that if you wish..." he said.

"Thank you." She said politely. She went over to his wash bowl and used a glass to take some of the water. She gargled the water than spat it back into the cup. She repeated this a few times. It didn't look very lady like. At least her mouth didn't taste like her husband anymore.

"You've done quite well this evening. Very little negative responses came from you...is it that you've had enough of being beaten or have you simply given up?" he said placing his arms around her waist.

"I- I guess it's both of those reasons." She said turning her head round to face her husband. He kissed her roughly then let go of her.

"Then can I trust you to go back to your room on your own?" he asked.

"Yes... But who will lock me in?" she said.

"I guess it can stay unlocked..." he answered.

"So when I'm undressing anyone can open the door and see... I'd prefer if someone locked me in." She said.

"If no one knows that it isn't locked then they won't try." He answered.

"I suppose so..." she said. "Is this going to be some sort of test?" she asked.

"Yes." He answered.

"I thought so." She said. Of course it would have to be. This was Beckett she was talking to.

"You're doing quite well so far. You were suspicions, if you hadn't have been you would have immediately gone with it and made a failed attempt of escape." He said.

"True... very true," she said. He was surprised that she accepted that he said that she would fail. She turned and headed for the door and so did he with the keys. He unlocked the door. "Goodnight, my lord." She curtsied before leaving.

"Goodnight, my lady."