A day later, Will Turner came over to Lord Becketts office. He was apparently making some sort of a deal with Beckett so Elizabeth could go free. After the two men went outside to talk, Jordan took this as her chance to steal. She walked over to where she knew Beckett kept his money. She would only take a little bit, just enough to buy herself some rum. But just then, after she had about a handful of money, she was them walking back into the room.

"I still want that compass," Jordan heard Beckett tell Will as she quietly put the money in her little sack. "Consider that in your calculations." Will left in a huff, which Jordan had seen most do after a meeting with Beckett.

After Will had left, Beckett sat down at his desk, signing papers. "Miss Jordan," He called out. She stopped in her tracks. "Why is the chest with the companys money in it opened?"

Jordan hadn't thought of an excuse. "I don't know your lord-ship," she said. It was time for lunch, and she used that as her excuse to grab her bag and leave. "Miss Jordan," Beckett called out again, "come back here." Jordan did as the powerful lord asked. He took her bag, looked through it, and sure enough, saw little gold coins in it. He snarled at the thought of a pirate in his presence.

"Miss Jordan," He said, walking over to the fire- place, "did you know that my wife and two wonderful twin children depend on some of that money you attempted to steal?"

"I knew you had a wife, but not children. Especially babies."

"And yet you stole anyways." Beckett motioned for Jordan to sit down on one of the chairs. He turned around and started walking over to her, hiding something behind his back. "And do you know what I do to people who steal from my family?"

Jordan gulped. "Hang them?" She asked.

"Usually, but not in this case, since you didn't succeed in doing so." He was now standing directly in front of her. "I do this to them," he said, pulling out from behind his back a red-hot poker with the letter P on its edge. Moments before the hot metal met her delicate skin, her hand was protected by another's. But it was too late for Beckett to stop. The piercing hot metal met the hands rough looking skin. Jordan looked up to see who the hands owner was. It was Mercer.

Jordan and Mercer sat in front of each other at a table in the mansion they were now sharing. A servant had brought a basin of cold water, a washcloth, and bandage. Jordan carefully dunked a rolled up edge of the washcloth in the water, and began daubing his new Pirate brand with it.

"Why did you do that?" Jordan asked, feeling guilty for what she had got him into.

"Always sacrifice ones' self for ones love," He said quietly. Jordan gently smiled at him, but then he flinched, breaking her free of her own little world. "Sorry," she said, "Pirate hands; I know they're rough." She gasped, covering her lips with her fingers. He looked up at her, with a kicked puppy expression.

"So you admit it; you're a Pirate?"

Jordan mentally kicked herself for saying the word. "It's the reason why we're sitting here together. My crew committed mutiny against me, so I came here. Lord Beckett caught me stealing money, and was about to brand me."

"Why were you stealing it?

Rum seemed like such a stupid excuse now. "I don't know," Jordan said, lying. "But I do know one thing that I want and do not have to steal."

"What's that" He asked her as she stood in front of him.

"Your honor," She said, seductively. She pressed her lips against his, keeping them there for about a minuet.

"I've loved you since the moment I saw you," Jordan said, looking up at him, clinging onto the lapel of his jacket.

"How can I tell that you really love me," Mercer said coldly. "How could I trust a pirate?"

Authors note

Oooooh! Harsh! I hope they can patch things up. Hope you guys enjoyed! Thanks for the reviews, and Happy Birthday Jordan!