AN: Hi guys! I'm sorry for the time in between but I will be trying to write more on this story soon!

This chapter starts were Dead Man's Chest starts. I will try to make it as clear as possible where the story in the timeline of the original movies takes place.

Hope you enjoy!

Months before Elizabeth Swann and William Turner's wedding takes place (Dead Man's Chest)

Location: London

Chapter 1

Cutler Beckett sighed as he moved around in his office. Marching up and down a quick pace as he was waiting for something. It was dark, the evening had struck in the large city of London. Inside the richly decorated head office of the East India Trading Company, the light of the candle's lit up the room just enough for Cutler to browse through some documents. It was when a knock on the door he lowered the papers he had been studying for some hours now, the thing he was waiting for, it finally arrived. Cutler watched as he opened the door, a soaked Mr. Mercer was holding up a certain item in his hand, wrapped in dark brown parchment paper to protect it from the weather.

Just a little later Cutler's hands were browsing quickly through the pages of a book, the item he just received. Taking in all the information that was written in black ink that was close to disappearing from the old crumbling pages.

He had managed to get possession of a legendary book, it had been expensive and difficult to get his hands on but Cutler had always been a collector of supernatural artifacts and with the help of some noblemen, he once had done a few favors for, he managed to collect the old legendary book he had been searching for years.

Cutler's eyes moved down the pages, taking in the secret information that might even the King himself wasn't aware of. Information on the most powerful supernatural legends and where to find them.

Then it was there, the name he had been searching for; Davy Jones, a man whom's image was printed in his mind. The story learned Cutler about the myth of how Davy Jones hundreds of years ago had cut out his own heart to relieve himself of the pain of heartbreak and loss, after falling in love with a certain goddess named Calypso.

After reading a few pages Cutler felt like there was a stone inside his stomach. It wasn´t like he felt remorse for this Captain of the Flying Dutchman, quite on the contrary, but after his own experience, Cutler understood what could possibly drive a person to cut out his own heart. It felt like a curse, loving someone that wasn't there to love one in return. It had started to sound appealing to cut out your heart and hide it from the world, somewhere the pain couldn't reach you. Cutler's heart had been frozen as if it was standing still in time. There was no space left for him to feel affection, compassion or anything other than the bond of a business relationship in which only he found profit. There was a hole in his heart, a large gap that would stay there forever. He felt numb, but sometimes, mostly when he was alone with his thoughts, Cutler felt a glimpse of the pain, the love he had experienced and mostly the feeling of missing. It was when the bright face surrounded by red hair locks, emerald eyes and perfect smiling rosy lips inside the small portrait miniature in his hand he carried with him in his pocket most times, watching back at him those feelings of what makes one human returned to him. It was pleasant to feel alive again, but mostly it tore his wounded heart even more to see the face of the only person he truly trusted, respected and loved, once, when she hadn't been ripped away from this world.

Cutler gazing into the dark after staring at the little portrait, quickly moved it down into the pocket of his vest, trying to put away the feeling that ached his heart. His eyes lowered back to the pages.

Hours passed, it was deep within the night, but Cutler was used to little sleep. His work as the director of the Company, together with his own personal investigation, made him almost mortal to sleep. At night there was no one to bother him and the silence and peace of the night made it possible for him to think. His eyes tried to read quickly, without skipping any information. There was this chest, hidden from the world, rumored to hold something that would give the owner eternal power of the sea, over Davy Jones himself. This was it, this was what Cutler needed to get his long wanted revenge. With this, he could control the man that took everything from him, together with the control over piracy and the world.

Days, weeks, months passed. In the middle of a rainy afternoon, Cutler's boots echoed across the wooden floor of his London office. His hands carrying Company documents, busy with everything that surrounded his work as the director. Surrounded by a few of his Lieutenants it was then Cutler, for just a slight moment, wasn't thinking about this chest and his personal goal. He had arrived at a point where it almost felt impossible to find it. No leads, no plan, no starting point.

But it was only after almost losing hope, a large flame of news right from out of the Caribbean was spread, that would ignite Cutler's hope beyond expectation.

Mercer arrived at the office, his dark gloved hands carrying a pile of parchments and the London newspaper that he spread across Cutler's large wooden desk. Cutler recognized the look in Mercer's dark eyes. There was a lead.

'You're all dismissed' Cutler's strict voice moved through the busy office. It was quickly the Lieutenants reacted to the command given, and soon, after Cutler signed even the guards to leave as well, the office returned to silence.

'I think I might have found something interesting, Milord' Mr. Mercer spoke quickly, with an expression on his face that could be described as smiling, but it was probably more of a smirk.

'Very interesting..' Mercer continued, his voice was mixed in with the rain tapping on the lead glass windows. Cutler moved to the large doors of the office and locked them to be sure no one could hear anything. After that, his feet quickly carried him to the desk where the documents and newspapers were spread across the wood.

The London newspaper was carrying a large article at the front, and Cutler read the title out loud.

'Biggest pirate of all time arrested but freed by the authority itself?!' Cutler's confused voice hollowed across the empty office. Reading the article as fast as possible he had to swallow seeing a name that was printed on his mind, a name he would never forget.

'Jack Sparrow..' Cutler whispered after finishing the article that didn't contain a lot of information. It told of the escape of a pirate condemned to death in the city of Port Royal in the Caribbean, and it was rumored the authority of this island let the criminal escape the very same day.

'This article is a very short version of the story that will amaze you, Milord. Our spies present in the Caribbean arrived back in London today and they brought along a lot more detailed logbook with the whole story' Mercer handed over a large pile of parchment.

Everything could wait, Cutler had to read this article that might be a starting point to anything at all. A few hours later Cutler relieved himself of a sigh, a hopeful one.

'Unbelievable. At the Isla de Muerta, the Royal Navy fought against a crew of pirates. Where Jack Sparrow himself was caught and condemned to death by our old friend Governor Swann himself. But.. he set him free' Cutler was confused but hopefull and watched Mercer's almost grinning face. At times Cutler felt like Mercer's sense of revenge seemed bigger than his own.

'I know it might not be the way to the chest you are seeking, Milord. But two birds, one stone..' Mercer spoke of Cutler's revenge on both Jack and Governor Swann. Mercer being the only one, as Cutler's spy, to know of his original plan, the revenge against Davy Jones. But this was too good to be true, this added a whole other dimension to Cutler's plan. Two people who had been part of his great loss, happened to cross paths.

'Oh..' Mercer whispered and reached for the pocked in his long black, soaked by the rain, coat.

'I might have found an invitation to start your plan, Sir' Mercer was holding up a pretty decorated piece of white parchment. Cutler's eyes moved across the card that seemed to be an invitation to a wedding, and he immediately recognized a name, Elizabeth Swann.

It was then Cutler realized this was perfect timing for his revenge on Weatherby Swann, after all those years. It was his time to stop a wedding.

More months passed. Even though there wasn't a way to the chest of Davy Jones yet, this was a start, Cutler could feel it. His black tricorne hat blocked the sunlight as his eyes beheld the grand Endeavour at the docks of London. The day had come. With three warrants for arrest, a lot more investigation on what happened in the Caribbean now almost a year ago and the plan for his grand revenge, Cutler entered his ship to start his journey to Port Royal.

It had been quite a while, being in London for years, Cutler hadn't set foot onto his beloved ship for a long time. It remembered him of old times when Kate was still around. Entering his office the fingers of his left hand moved along the wood of his large chair, where he sat down and watched the room that had been so much more alive before, a long, long time ago. The silence now surrounding him, while the ship was being prepared to leave, was almost peaceful. His eyes settled on the big painting of himself in the corner of the captain's quarters. The painting that was created by her hands, it was her gift and Cutler had never been able to get rid of it, even though he sometimes felt like the picture of the man inside the frame to be a monster, a monster who hadn't been able to protect her. But still, he did not remove the painting, as it was touched by her hands and therefore precious to him.

Later that evening, after reading a ton more books Cutler had to give in to his body asking for sleep. His eyelids where almost closing, no matter how hard he fought against his sleep, at one point he had to give in. The light of his lantern followed him into his bedchamber, next to the office. Once again a stone hit the bottom of his stomach. The bed, still there like it hadn't changed after all this time. Cutler tried to remove the thoughts from his mind and give in to sleep, but his eye caught something with moving down the lantern on his nightstand. There was a small green trunk in the corner of the room. Something was pulling him towards the trunk, covered in tick dust after placing his hand on the lid. Cutler pulled the lid up and suddenly remembered, by the stuff inside, who it belonged to before. Golden curls that formed into letters covered the inside of the lid, where it spelled: K. Florence.

Cutler's heart skipped a beat, and he wondered how he could have ever forgotten it was here. Part of her belongings had been hidden inside his cabin without even knowing it. He had to grin softly, searching through the trunk filled with books, she had always been a big reader, just like himself. Suddenly Cutler realized something. Inside her trunk full of books, there had to be her mother's books as well. Her mother had been the greatest collector of ancient legendary books about every legend of the seven seas. As soon as Cutler realized this his hand was carefully searching through the books inside. Not long after he raised a pocket-sized dark red book in his hand. Cutler returned quickly to his desk, as his night rest had to be on hold once again, and he started roaming through the pages of the old book carefully. There were a lot of ancient artifacts described inside the book, but nothing quite useful. Until Cutler read on one of the pages something that caught his interest.

'The thing you want most..' his voice whispered while his eyes roamed across the pages as fast as possible. There was a compass, a compass that instead of pointing north, would guide you to the thing you wanted, desired, and loved the most. This was it, this was what Cutler needed to get his hands on. This way he was able to find to the chest and reach his goal. There was a picture, a drawing of what the compass looked like, to Cutler's surprise it was a detailed drawing. Putting away the little book inside the jacket on his armchair, Cutler decided to rest in the last hours of the night, before the search for this artifact would start.

A few weeks passed. Early in the morning, Cutler moved up the deck, where sailors were busy guiding the Endeavour into the direction of the Caribbean. Seagulls screaming and the waves created by the hull of the large blue and yellow ship was heard while he arrived at the back of the deck. After a little while, as Cutler had commanded no one to disturb him so he could study the little red book be had found a little more for what by now felt like the hundredth time, Mercer arrived. Cutler signed him to enter the back of the Endeavour.

'According to our calculations, we will arrive just in time for the wedding' Mercer's voice mumbled, even though it was barely hearable cause of the waves rushing. Cutler nodded slightly almost ignoring him while holding a magnifying glass to study the pages of the little red book. Mercer moved down his head to his master to dismiss himself but suddenly tried to get a better look at the drawing Cutler was investigating.

'Must be a total coincidence, Sir, but Jack Sparrow had a compass just like that' Mercer spoke while pointing towards the drawing, almost grinning while thinking back to the day Jack was branded a pirate, inside Cutler's office about thirteen years back now. During Jack's arrest, Mercer had held onto his effects for a little while. Recognizing this exact same compass, and how Mercer had laughed at the fact Jack was carrying around a broken compass for no reason.

'That idiot carried it around like it meant something to him. While it wasn't even pointing north' Mercer continued now almost laughing with his dark voice. He slightly bowed down his head towards Cutler before making his leave down the stairs, into the direction of the front deck. Cutler had moved up his eyes to Mercer now almost disappeared from his sight, his jaw almost dropped and moving down his magnifying glass a soft sigh escaped Cutler's lungs. Of course, of course it was Jack of all people, who was carrying around the compass that would lead Cutler to his goal. And it was obvious Jack knew the value of this ancient artifact as well. Now all that was left, was to figure out if Jack still carried it with him after all those years, and how to take it from him.