Floating upon the wind, long red curls waved graciously around, which touched by the candlelight almost seemed made of gold strings. A white gown twirled and twirled in circles as the figure wearing it kept on spinning and spinning around. Dancing seductively and swaying like following the movements of the ocean´s waves. Feet carrying the figure closer and closer until the figure still dancing created a shadow now standing before the end of a bed. The light behind it showing the curves of the slender body, bending down and crawling onto the bed, the red silken sheets moving along with the hands of the figure approaching. Getting close now, so, so close.
Three slender fingers moved down his chest to the fabric of his cravat, two emerald eyes stared deeply, so deep it could enter someone´s soul, and one rosy cheek touched the side of his face. The sent of English roses entered his nostrils while the touch of a warm breath behind his ear made him pleasantly shiver. The reddish-pink glossy lips that came from the shadow of the figure´s face moved closer and closer until the breath that had been playing with his neck hairs, now almost touched his lips. Opening his mouth welcoming the beautiful lips it felt like his heart would burst from his chest.
Cutler arose from his bed with a scream. Sweaty and breathing like his life depended on it. His chest risen from the mattress Cutler tried to control his breathing as his heart was beating in a quick rhythm. Looking around while sitting up with the red silken sheets of his bed still covering his legs, he watched his empty bedroom covered in the dark of the night. It had no use, sleeping was pointless if this dream kept on hunting him. It was a dream that hadn't come to pass many times, but Cutler figured the dream came back to him after he invaded Port Royal, after arresting Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann. It was their wedding that had remembered Cutler of the wedding he would have had, once, a long time ago. It had awoken something in him that welcomed this dream for the last couple of nights.
Cutler too realized it wasn't just a dream, it was a nightmare at the same time. It was about an unreachable desire, torture because even while dreaming it, it all seemed so real. But when waking up Cutler had to realize it was just his subconsciousness remembering every single part of his beloved and long lost fiance, Kate. Making him relive it all. Her smell, her touch, her appearance. Being awake Cutler had to come down to earth to see it all fade away from his view, this dream was a nightmare because it was showing him, someone, he could never feel, touch or hold again.
Cutler carried his feet to the floor where his boots still standing next to the bed waited for him. Slowly getting up Cutler decided to dress and start his day, even though it was the middle of the night. It was when he finished dressing there was a loud knock on the door of his bedroom, the door that was a side entry from the beach of the building. Opening the door Cutler faced Mr. Mercer, slightly breathing as if he had been in a fight. But Mercer always managed to carry a calm face.
'Milord, as we predicted the Governor tried to sent word to the King, to see if he could get Miss Swann away from Port Royal and sent her to England..' Mercer started and Cutler carried himself outside with his lantern that was next to his bed on the nightstand, he closed the door behind him entering the balcony watching the docks of Port Royal.
'Of course, I managed to stop the Governor. We took him to the cells of the Fort, now that we have a reason to lock him up. Releasing his daughter from the prison made him guilty aswell' Mercer continued with his Scottish accent while he watched his master in the darkness of the night, with only the orange hue of the candlelight touching their faces.
'But?' like Cutler could read his mind, he sensed Mercer wasn't done with his report.
'Miss Swann has escaped. Even before we could get to the carriage Governor Swann was moving her in, she was gone' Mercer spoke quickly with a growl to his voice. Cutler cursed something unintelligible. Mercer handed Cutler over the paperwork of his report.
'Search for her, I might have an idea what her next step will be. Get enough men to guard the docks, I think once she will have her hands on what she wants, she will be leaving Port Royal' Cutler ordered Mercer without any emotion to his tone. Mercer bowed his head down fast and his black boots echoed on the wood of the balcony, entering the beach and disappearing in the darkness.
Cutler's sigh moved over the wind that carried it into silence. He decided a drink would do him well, as his mind still wandered off to the dream some minutes ago. Walking mindlessly staring at the report Mercer brought him, carrying his lantern in his other hand, Cutler arrived at his desk where he moved down the lantern as his eyes caught something suspicious. The box with letters, in which he wanted to put the report, had been opened and touched by someone other than himself some hours ago. Cutler's hand opened the box carrying the Company's logo and looking inside he noticed the letters of marque missing. And then it all clicked inside Cutler's mind, it could only be one person stealing the letters, now at this moment in the dept of the night.
'No doubt you've discovered that loyalty is no longer the currency of the realm, as your father believes' Cutler staring into the darkness spoke as if speaking to a ghost. But he was right, there was a shadow marching from the curtains of his office behind him. It was Elizabeth Swann herself.
As soon as Cutler turned around he recognized the face he had seen before, not only just recently when he arrested both her and her fiance, but years ago when she had been only about seven years old. Kate had loved that little hopeless girl, and she had fought to keep Elizabeth Swann on the right path. But here they were, years later, like Kate had predicted the future, Elizabeth Swann had indeed joined the other side, working alongside pirates as she had always dreamed of.
Now here, with a pistol to his chest, standing right before him Elizabeth spoke of Isla the Muerta. Cutler almost had to hold a grin as he realized Elizabeth though the compass Cutler desired would direct him to the Isla the Muerta and the cursed chest. It proved him she was still the foolish young girl he remembered from all those years back.
'You haven't raised an alarm' Elizabeth suddenly noted while holding the gun tightly. Cutler smiled weakly.
'This does not seem to be a situation I cannot handle' Cutler answered while Elizabeth's eyes seemed dark.
Cutler could have warned his guards indeed, but they would have knocked her down of even would have shot her. It wasn't he cared for her wellbeing but someone else would have. Cutler still remembered the promise he made Kate, all those years ago, to not ever harm Elizabeth on his revenge on Governor Swann. Kate's lovely voice still ringed inside his mind like it were only days ago. He woke quickly again by Elizabeth pressing the gun underneath his chin. Cutler watched her taking the gun from the safety switch as it clicked. She moved him to his desk.
'Consider into your calculations that you robbed me of my wedding night' Elizabeth spoke boldly while she pushed the letters of marque onto his chest, into his hands. Cutler stared alongside Elizabeth into the darkness and for a moment he felt that pinch in his stomach again. So did he never made it to his wedding night.
'So I did. A marriage interrupted. Or fate intervenes. You make great efforts to ensure Jack Sparrow's freedom' Cutler remarked, he just wanted to see Elizabeth's reaction, there had been something in the way Elizabeth had spoken of Jack before, and Cutler couldn't quite tell what it was. But her reaction was more than enough.
'These aren't going to Jack!' Elizabeth tried to hide her surprised face and then Cutler knew. He might be able to use this in the near future, if Elizabeth meant something to Jack as well, this could be leverage.
'Oh really? To ensure Mister Turner's freedom, then? I'll still want that Compass. Consider that in your calculations' Cutler spoke. Elizabeth turned and moved along the balcony, past Cutler's sleeping guard who was supposed to be on duty, and she disappeared like a ghost among the shadows.
Cutler felt hate boil in his veins, this foolish girl thinking she could threaten him just like that. Cutler emerges into the light of the moon on the balcony where Elizabeth escaped and when seeing the guard sleeping he feels like there is but one option to learn his guard to never sleep at his station. Without thinking Cutler kicks the guard from his chair, which makes the tall lad fall to the ground but quickly stand up. Shocked to see his master's face and moving his musket straight again the guard quickly bows his head to apologize and turns to stand guard again. After his command without words given by Cutler, the guard moves out on the beach.
Cutler now alone sighs to calm himself down and looks out at the Caribbean night, the warm waters, gentle wind, stars burning in the clear sky. He wondered for a moment, whether Kate would have been proud. Whether she would be proud of how he handled the situation and let Elizabeth go, to make sure she wouldn't get harmed, just like he promised Kate. Cutler's eyes traveled down, the chair that carried the sleeping guard was tilted to the side, kicked down by his black boot some seconds ago. For a moment Cutler had to grin, he knew Kate would definitely not have been proud of this, and lowering his head to conceal his genuine smile Cutler could almost hear her voice preaching him not to be so hard on his men, her beautiful soft voice..
AN: Thanks for all the love and support loves! I am kind of stuck on where to start the next chapters (even though I have a lot of ideas for future chapters) so any tips and reviews are so so welcome. Would you guys like to see more scenes from the movies or rather skip through it a little faster? Please let me know!