Update: 1st of September 2023


Happy First Day of Spring Everyone!


Chapter 2: Mark'd


No…no Elizabeth didn't believe Will had given her to Beckett. He wouldn't do that surely…

"Will would never…", Elizabeth starts.

"I am afraid he has. He has washed his hands of you. The friend and lover of Jack Sparrow", Beckett replies sipping his tea.

"I am not his lover!" Elizabeth exclaims.

"Maybe but you didn't argue the first point", Beckett replies.

"There is nothing to tell", Elizabeth replies.

"Where is Jack Sparrow?" Beckett asks her.

"I haven't the faintest idea", Elizabeth replies.

"Is that the truth?" Beckett asks.

"It is"

"But I have it on good authority that you are in regular contact with him", Beckett replies.

"I have no idea what you are talking about", Elizabeth lies.

If Will had betrayed her. Then there was only the me person she trusted and she wasn't going to betray him.

"I believe I can loosen that tongue of yours. You do know you face the gallows for your crimes?"

"Yes"

"What will you give to postpone your judgement?" He asks her.

"I will never take such measures and I won't betray him. So, take me to the gallows you'll get nothing from me", Elizabeth replies.

"What about the shame you would bring to your Father. His only child bought towards the gallows to die under the brand of piracy?"

"I will not help you", Elizabeth replies.

Beckett sighs and shakes his head.

"Well then, I tried to reason with you. Let that be known. You WILL be punished for your crimes my dear. And it won't be the gallows", Beckett tells her.

"You just said…"

"There are more useful ways that you can be punished and if your lucky redeemed"

"Are how is that?" Elizabeth asks.

"Mr Mercer", Beckett calls to the person Elizabeth could feel behind her.

The man, Mercer comes over with to Elizabeth's horror a branding iron.

"First you will be branded/marked as a Pirate and then things my dear will be set in motion", Beckett replies taking the red hot branding Iron the Mercer.

"Don't do this", Elizabeth replies struggling in her binds.

"Piracy is a crime dear and you must pay the price for being traitors to the crown", Beckett replies as Mercer pulls up her sleeve.

Elizabeth takes deeps breathes she was determined to make it through this with her head held high. No begging. No screaming.

She felt the heat from the branding iron hovering above her arm and then Beckett strikes without warning and slams it into her arm.

Elizabeth bites her lip to keep from screaming. It hurt so much. But she didn't make a sound. She decided if Will had condemned her to this that she only had one person left and she wanted to make him proud.

The smell of her burning flesh filled the air and nearly make's Elizabeth vomit as the iron was pressed deeply into her arm for what felt like hours until the branding iron was pulled away and she saw on her arm to deep burn mark of a captured pirate. The hot and smoky 'P' on her arm now marked her forever as a pirate.

"You surprised my my dear. Not a peep from you. The only other I have uncounted who didn't make a sound is your good friend Sparrow", Beckett tells her putting away the iron.

"What now? Why do you call me dear?" Elizabeth croaks out through the pain.

"Because Elizabeth you WILL become my wife and you will submit to me", Beckett tells her.

"I will never be your wife", Elizabeth growls.

"You WILL submit to me willing or unwillingly. That choice is yours", Beckett tells her.

"Never!" she declares spitting on him and kicks him.

Beckett wipes it off and his eyes darken looking at her.

"You will pay for that. Unwilling it is. Now we will take you to get your first punishment and trust me you won't like it", Beckett replies.

Guards' hall her up and she bit her lip as they grabbed the spot where her mark of piracy was.

She was forced alone until they get to a post. Elizabeth knew what this post was for and started to struggle violently. But the guards hold for and force her onto her knees and tie her arms to the post.

"Why are you going to whip me?" Elizabeth asks.

"You know why"

"Who is doing the deed? And how many?" Elizabeth asks nervously.

"15 lashes and as to who is doing it…well…", Beckett trails off.

"That will be me!" a voice Elizabeth recognised, a voice at one time belonged to a person she loved.

There coming towards them was William Turner…


Elizabeth hadn't been able to stop herself from crying out as the whip hit her bare back. She was sobbing and barely realised when the whipping had stopped.

Her face was roughly by the chin up and she was forced to meet Beckett's cold and evil eyes.

"Did you enjoy that?" he asks her.

Elizabeth couldn't answer.

"What about you Mr Turner?" Beckett asks looking at the young man who looked pleased.

"Very much. But there is still more we need to do", Will replies, "I don't think she has learned her lesson yet"

"Quite right. Guard take Miss Swann to my chambers and have the maids clean her up and dress those marks and prepare her for tonight", Beckett orders.

"Yes Sir"

Elizabeth was up tired and put back in shackles and pulled along. Elizabeth couldn't even right this time. Her pain was too great.

She didn't even registered Beckett's words.

As she was pulled and dragged away from the post her back dripping in blood and the brand still burning fiercely.

Surely Beckett wouldn't do anything else to her.

Would he?

'Jack please if I ever needed saving it would be now'


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