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imaginepirates · 10 months

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Beck and Call

The reader is an employee of Beckett's, working as an entertainer to gather information at social events. While getting a little too close to clientele for Beckett's taste, you're pulled off to an unoccupied room so he can remind you exactly who's in charge. Of course, things get frisky from there.

Please note that the reader is fem. Also know that the fic features a heated makeout session and strip-tease, but no full nsfw content.

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What first caught your eye was the rather loud waistcoat. Even from across the room, the amount of embroidery looked egregious. It was somewhat made up for by the tasteful choices in color, which managed not to clash with each other on the bright fabric. If the Lowell family were known for anything, it was their flamboyance. And annoyingly good hair, you thought to yourself, touching your own lightly to ensure the pins were staying in place.

The wearer of said offending waistcoat was the youngest of the Lowell boys, quite eager to prove himself to high society. He was a handsome sort, with a sharp jaw and a ready smile, all blonde curls and shining eyes. Open to speaking about anything, too, which was exactly why you were there.

The boy’s father had just come into a position in the House of Lords, and would be yet another influencing factor on trade. Your job was to make him talk, to see how open his father might be to working with your own employer, a certain Cutler Beckett. Beckett was always looking for political sway, so you were always dragged to social events to eavesdrop. Spying was too harsh a word, he told you, though you knew he’d let you call it whatever you liked as long as the job got done.

Thankfully, all socials needed entertainers, and entertaining made you just interesting enough to speak to. You could, of course, pose as some highborn lady, but for the Lowell boy, nothing less than the most dazzling performer would do.

You struck a captivating figure, even you had to admit. Beckett had near outdone himself—he wasn’t one to be afraid of dressing you immodestly, but your dangerously low neckline was nothing short of scandalous. Your dress, a dark turquoise mantua the color of stormy seas, was accented by embellishments of white and gold. Tiny satin roses sat along a creme stomacher, and lace spilled out from the elbows of your sleeves and along your collar. False ringlets hung at the sides of your face, giving the illusion you had more hair than a head could hold. Your jewelry, too, had its own extravagance. A pearl necklace lay at your throat in three lengths, and your earrings featured one dangling pearl apiece.

Truth be told, you felt a little like a trussed up doll, but you supposed that was all you were for the evening anyway.

You took your place amongst the musicians, keeping an eye on the boy as you went. You made sure to pass by close enough that he had no choice but to notice you, and you blushed prettily as his gaze trailed after you. Eye contact. If you’d learned anything, meeting a man’s eye for a brief moment was more daring, more alluring, than any dress you could ever wear.

Working for Beckett required a wide range of abilities from you—singing, dancing, pianoforte, social skills—and you were always expected to put them to use. There were the other necessities, sometimes, like good aim, which you preferred to leave to Mercer, but you learned all the same. Tonight, thankfully, all that was required of you was your voice

So you sang. Backed by a small ensemble, you provided the music for partygoers to dance to, raking your eyes over the crowd all the while, taking in the social scene. You stood at the perfect spot for observing who talked to who, and which groups avoided each other, and if anyone’s dress was out of season, and whether or not the Lowell boy accepted drinks from waiters.

Oh, and Beckett’s piercing gaze.

Nobody else noticed—nobody else could—as Beckett watched you from the corner of his eye. His stare raked across you, making gooseflesh rise on your arms and a shiver run down the back of your neck. He watched, of course, to make sure you were doing your job, and that his eyes weren’t the only pair drawn to you. But you had been under his employment a long time, and you knew his many looks, and the darkness in this particular look was one he reserved for precious few people. In fact, you weren’t sure you’d ever seen him direct this look to anyone but yourself, which gave you a little too much satisfaction.

This look was one of desire, and you’d be damned if you didn’t capitalize on it. Beckett wasn’t the only one who could toy with people.

The performance over, you mingled with the crowd, graciously accepting compliments and putting on a dazzling smile. It didn’t take long for the boy to be drawn over; his eyes carding over you with clear interest, and you knew it wasn’t just your voice drawing his attention.

“That was positively breathtaking.” He had a pretty smile, you conceded to yourself, but was full of foppish energy you’d have to brace yourself against.

“Thank you.” You pretended to be flattered.

“You’re breathtaking, as well. Wherever did you get that dress?”

The problem, you found, was that he was really and truly interested. All his excitement was genuine, and as much as you hated to use it against him, it was your job. “The silk is from China,” you lied. China sounded much more interesting than Bristol, and he wouldn’t know the difference.

Soon, he was talking about his father, and you listened to every word. When the topic of spices and textiles arose, you slipped Beckett’s name into the mix, mentioning him as the gifter of your dress. To the Lowell boy, it was nothing more than an offhand comment, but you knew Beckett’s name was in his brain now, and as sure as he was to mention you to his father, he would be mentioning Beckett as well.

It was when you let him inspect the pearls at your throat that you noticed Beckett’s glare from across the room, hot and fixated on the spot where the boy’s fingers made contact with your skin. You had the sudden feeling you’d done something wrong. Oh, the show you were making of yourself wasn’t truly vital, no, but surely Beckett couldn’t be upset about it.

Surely he couldn’t be jealous.

Mercer appeared by your shoulder in short order, seemingly out of nowhere. “I’m afraid the songbird is needed elsewhere,” he drawled. “I’m sure she’ll be back in not too long.”

“Oh, of course.” The boy smiled, bidding you farewell. “For you, I can wait.”

You rather hoped he didn’t.

You let Mercer drag you away from the crowd, though his iron grip on your arm wasn’t wholly necessary. You had no doubt who the order had come from—you were at the man’s beck and call. A thrill ran through you; you couldn’t help but feel a little excited. After all, you’d succeeded in making the famously well-restrained Cutler Beckett snap under the weight of jealousy. But you were apprehensive, too. There was no telling just how he would react, and though you weren’t afraid, necessarily, you were aware he could cause you discomfort without doing harm.

Mercer pulled you into a library, oak shelves making a maze of the room. At the back, Beckett sat in a comfortable looking chair, rising unhurriedly to greet you. He gave you a casual once-over before turning away to inspect a row of exotic artifacts, affecting disinterest.

“You’ve taken quite the shining to the Lowell boy.”

“Well,” you started, taking on the same air, “shining is the word to describe me tonight. You’ve made sure of that.”

He turned back to you then, regarding you darkly. He wouldn’t fall for any of your charm; at least, he’d be aware of your acting. You couldn’t fool him.

But you didn’t need to. Despite trying to make it look otherwise, he’d already given away his attraction to you, and it only felt right to give him what he made you give others. You couldn’t get shy on him now—that wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted your acting, even if he knew that’s what it was. You were a performer, and he liked a show.

“Your…enthusiasm…in tonight’s assignment was unparalleled. I’ve never seen you take such an interest in any of our potential clients before.” Beckett looked up at you through dark lashes. “Though,” he paused, brows knitting together ever so slightly, “I do wonder why that boy in particular caught your attention.”

You fingered one of the small roses adorning your dress, trying very hard to seem like you weren’t thinking critically about your answer. “Oh,” you sighed, letting your chest rise and fall a little more than natural, “you know how it is. He’s young and pretty and has so many stories and so much energy. One can’t help but get pulled into his halo of excitement.”

Beckett snorted. “Please. You’re too smart to find any substance in that sort of personality.”

“It’s not his personality I need to find substance in.”

Beckett’s eyes flashed with an intensity you’d never seen, dangerous. You were in deep waters now, you realized, and there was no backing out.

“Of course,” you continued, “we would need an empty room and locking doors. I’m sure you could procure something of the sort, given our current atmosphere.” You waved a hand, vaguely gesturing at the library. Then, you stilled, looking back at Beckett with your brows raised as if a thought had only just now occurred to you. “You weren’t hoping for something similar, dragging me in here, were you?”

Lighting quick, Beckett had one of your wrists in his hand, pulling you closer, his breath ghosting across the shell of your ear. “I know what you’re doing. I wouldn’t test me, if I were you.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and the nerves in your wrist crackled with some electric impulse triggered by Beckett’s touch. It took everything in you not to gasp. You hadn’t expected his hold to be so tight, but he kept you in a vice grip, and you knew then and there you couldn’t pull away even if you wanted to.

You steeled your nerves. This was a game, and you had to make your next move, risky as it felt.

“Or what?” You whispered low in his ear. Your free hand made its way to the joint between his shoulder and chest as if to steady yourself on him, a teasing touch. He breathed deeply against it, and the light press of your fingertips became the flat of your palm.

“Or I’ll show you just what can be done in an empty library.”

He pulled away abruptly, a tidal wave of relief cascading over you. The onslaught wasn’t over, of course, but he was giving you a respite, and though you weren’t admitting defeat quite yet, you’d take it.

Beckett sat back in the chair, relaxing, a smirk resting on his face. “Go on then. Show me how you would seduce this boy.”

You nearly balked at the suggestion. Whatever you’d been expecting, it wasn’t this—this forwardness, so casually put, not a trace of hesitancy to be seen. You only wondered for a brief moment whether he was serious; the confidence in his deepening smirk told you all you needed to know.

You straightened. Beckett wasn’t going to back down, and his words weren’t a suggestion. They were an order. That thought alone made you weak at the knees.

Always start slow. This was a seduction, and a seduction called for a certain amount of teasing. Anticipation was the true key; keep your voyeur waiting until they simply couldn’t wait any longer, until they became too enthralled to turn away. You began with the pins at the back of your dress, letting the pleats and folds in the back fall with each steel fastening removed. Heavy fabric settled on the floor, the back of the dress now more of a train.

Beckett was still perfectly composed, but the effect of your efforts was clear. His eyes followed your every movement keenly. You took advantage of it, having nowhere to set the pins but the small desk beside him. You bent down, allowing him a good look at your décolletage, and you were gratified to see him draw in a breath.

Next to go was the stomacher, also pinned in place. Here, the true divestment began. Once the stomacher was off, the front of your stays would be on full display. You’d known Beckett a long time, and he’d seen you in plenty of compromising positions, but never like this.

Eye contact, you reminded yourself. More alluring than any dress. More alluring than any undress.

Beckett settled back in his chair as the stomacher came undone, staring openly at the space it previously occupied. You wondered how often he’d had the chance to see women’s undergarments so personally, but waved that though away, bringing your hands up to the ruffled sides of your bodice and slowly, ever so slowly, peeled it off your shoulders and let it drop to the ground.

Beckett readjusted in his seat. You could hear his breathing, now, and his lips sat slightly parted, as if he could taste you on the air. Your arms, now bare, felt the chill of the library acutely. If you shivered, it wasn’t from the cool alone—Beckett’s eyes raked over you with undisguised lust, making it hard for you to keep from blushing. You were all petticoats, well beyond the definition of improper.

You untied your silk skirt, a matching turquoise to the bodice, never taking your eyes off Beckett’s own, even as his wandered. You had to slip it off over your head, but you managed it smoothly. That too you dropped on the floor, letting it slide right out of your fingers.

Beckett’s eyes met yours again, though you could tell he was getting impatient. You loosed the panniers from your sides where they hung to give your skirt its volume, dangling them from your fingers. You walked towards him, setting the small hoops down atop the pins you’d put next to him. Precious little covered you; your modesty was saved by your chemise, though you didn’t expect it to last.

For a long moment, you and Beckett stared at each other. You were close enough to touch, but he refrained from reaching out, clearly interested in what you would do next.

“May I use the chair?” You didn’t wait for a response, raising one foot to the seat just next to Beckett’s thigh. Your stockings had to go, and you began untying the garter fastened just above your knee, your chemise now hiked up to reveal a sliver of skin. One of Beckett’s hands moved, seemingly involuntary, and you smiled, shaking your head.

“Look, don’t touch.”

Beckett’s eyes snapped up to yours. It was your turn to give orders, and you weren’t about to play fair. You unlaced your garter, dropping it in Beckett’s lap. Then, inch by inch, you rolled down your stocking, only divesting yourself of it when you were sure Beckett felt tortured by it. He exhaled, resting his head against the back of the seat. But he smiled—a genuine smile—and you knew you were doing the right thing.

“Dear god,” he breathed, still watching as you undid your other stocking. “You’re lucky I’m a patient man. Otherwise I’d already have you bent over a desk somewhere.”

The way he’d grabbed you earlier, you didn’t doubt it. “And have everything over with so quickly?” you teased. “That’s no fun.”

“You have a point. Though, if you keep me waiting much longer, I might not be able to help myself.” His eyes flicked up to meet yours, and you blushed a little in spite of yourself.

The moment your other stocking hit the floor, Beckett was out of his seat, spinning you around to press you against the wall. You gasped but didn’t resist, relishing a little in the way his hands explored you, running down your sides and pulling you closer by the hips. His lips brushed your neck, and you tilted your head to give him better access.

The first kiss seared your skin. You found purchase in the back of his waistcoat, digging your fingers into the fabric to steady yourself. He continued his administrations down to your shoulder, where his teeth drew your attention to the soft bite he left above your collarbone. You couldn’t help the quiet moan that escaped you. If he wasn’t careful, you’d have marks littering your skin come morning, and they’d be on display for everyone to see. You considered that this very thing might be his intent, but his lips at the tops of your breasts distracted you entirely.

You felt his smirk more than saw it, and you knew he was taking great satisfaction in all the little noises you kept making. His touch became hampered by your stays, but he hardly seemed bothered.

“Be good for me and turn around, yes?” He murmured.

You complied immediately, shocked by how quickly he made work of the lacings. You couldn’t help but wonder whether he ever meant to kiss you properly. A hint of disappointment wormed its way into your brain; you liked what Beckett was doing to you, that couldn’t be denied, but you didn’t want it to be all he did. You didn’t want to be a fling. If you were being honest with yourself, you longed for him to care about you, and you longed for him to show it.

You turned back to him appraising you, eyes raking over your form. The only thing covering you was your chemise, though you felt naked under his gaze.

“Kiss me.” You disguised your plea with as much confidence as you could muster. For a moment, you feared he wouldn’t understand, or that he would reject you outright, but all worry was wiped away as his lips crushed against yours, stealing the breath from your lungs with its intensity.

You were both panting when you parted, though Beckett looked like he could kiss you until he suffocated. The idea both thrilled and concerned you. You reached out, cupping his face in your hands, watching the surprise on his face turn to mild desperation as he leaned into your touch. You pulled him in again for a gentler, more tender kiss, and he sighed against your lips.

You’d never seen such softness in him before, and you were almost afraid of breaking him. His pupils, blown wide, remained fixed on you in a sort of daze, and to your great astonishment, a blush had crept up his cheeks.

He hadn’t anticipated this, either, you thought. This tenderness is more intimate to him than any power-play could ever be. You could explore him like this forever, you realized. Gentleness was something foreign to him, but he lost himself in it, needed it terribly.

Before you could get any further, a knock at the door had you pulling away from each other, gasping for breath and trying to shake off the little world you’d gotten so lost in.

Mercer slipped in, paying you and your state of undress no mind. He didn’t seem surprised in the slightest to see you both unkempt. “Lord Lowell has an interest in speaking with you, Sir. It seems the youngest Lowell boy has been talking with his father about you.”

“Ah.” Beckett recovered his composure with impressive speed. “I’m glad to hear our little bird sung so sweetly as to sway him.” He looked at you teasingly. Mercer stepped out, affording you some privacy and Beckett a moment to get himself back together. “An unfortunate interruption. Though I do hope you won’t mind resuming later?” You were pleased to see a glint of hope in his eye—he wasn’t as unaffected as he liked to pretend.

“Oh,” you leaned in, whispering in his ear, “I’m counting on it. I’m still not sure you’ve shown me quite everything one can do in an empty library.”

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𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐁. ─── ☾ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

Masterlist || Pirates of the Caribbean Masterlist || Wattpad

Word Count: 3k

Pairing: Cutler Beckett x Fem!Reader

Warning: None :D

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

A young Cutler Beckett was, as he did every day after the summer holidays had begun after the last semester of learning at school, in the small park that was closest to the port and that was furthest from his house, trying to seek the tranquillity that he had not been allowed to have since the moment in which the last month of the school year had begun, being forced to move away from the pleasures that reading and other various arts of literature brought him; the young boy, although he had been marked as someone weak and sick from a very young age due to his appearance and his terrible immune system, had always been fascinated by the written arts, mainly by his older sister who had bothered to seek his well-being in at all times and had managed to transmit all the wisdom he possessed through books, hence his love for them.

Now that the summer holidays had arrived, and knowing that he would have to see his father more than he liked to imagine, he was forced to find someplace that would allow him to be calm in the mornings, at least until meal time, to later lock himself in his room to continue with his different studies in which his brothers would not interfere due to their lack of intellect. Cutler was the most intelligent of the three youngest men in the family and had found a way to keep his two brothers away while he was in the comfort of his home, in this case investigating a specific topic that did not interest them at all.

Beckett found in a large old tree the perfect place to hide from the world, staying in the shade and feeling sheltered by the fresh breeze that came from the sea, which could perfectly be seen from the point where he settled. He found himself gently brushing aside the small dry leaves that fell laughingly on his head or between the pages of his book, but on this particular day, it seemed that the tree must be willing to disturb him because a large number of leaves had begun to pile up on his sides and about himself, coming to feel so overwhelmed that he forced himself to stop reading to change position several times, believing that in this way that little martyrdom would end.

« This can't be possible », the boy thought to himself, looking momentarily towards the top of the tree, unable to distinguish anything that could be causing that constant movement in him.

The passing thought that it could be a wild animal made him calm down, maybe a cat or a squirrel could have lodged between the branches, and their constant movement caused the leaves to fall, in addition to the fact that the gentle wind could be of more help to cause the constant fall of the same, but when he narrowed his eyes slightly to be able to focus more on the great shadow that was above him, he felt a great chill in his whole body when he saw two enormous eyes look at him; Beckett couldn't tell exactly what kind of animal he was, but when he spotted those huge pearls that belonged to you he felt quite unsettled and annoyed.

« What intention would anyone have in observing me if it is not to annoy me? »

That question filled him with some fear as he thought that he was in danger and, with a quick and light movement of his legs and arms, he managed to stand up, facing the tree so that he could carefully observe the crown in which he had installed himself without having been noticed by him, looking for the shape of your body among the leafy and greenish leaves that covered the skeleton of the plant.

"Okay, you have five seconds to report to me before I call the authorities who, by the way, are a few meters from here," he warned seriously, hearing a soft giggle that came from you. Angrier, he snapped back. "I advise you to take this seriously because, whoever it is, I don't care if I denounce this lack of consideration and respect."

For your part, although it amused you to see how he had reacted as soon as he had noticed your presence, you couldn't help but think that the sooner you explained your reasons, the sooner you would feel as calm as you had during the time you had been together passed unnoticed so, intertwining your ankles around the branch you were lying on, you allowed yourself to fall face down to come face to face with him. Surprised by the closeness, he took a couple of steps back to put some distance between the two.

"Hello," you greeted me with emotion, dragging your fingers through your scalp to let your hair fall due to the action of gravity, "consider me pointing out that I had found that novel fascinating and, due to your paranoia, you have not allowed me to continue it."

Beckett was completely silent as soon as you appeared because, although he could easily distinguish that you were a woman, the type of clothes you were wearing, in addition to the manners with which you had presented yourself with him, seemed too strange to him; everything about you seemed curious, fascinating and abhorrent at the same time.

You were an all-in-one.

"Sorry?" He questioned, he had once come to his senses and had been able to react to your words. "Read my novel?"

"Of course," you said quickly, gently nodding your head. "I love to read, but my father doesn't allow me to bring too many books with me, and it's only when we land that I can read anything other than regulations and all that nonsense."

"I suggest that if you want to read a book, you go to the library which is four streets from our position," Beckett pointed out, turning his head to look at an elderly couple who were immersing themselves in the crowd in the nearby plaza. "It would be a pleasure to accompany you, but I'm sure you'll be able to find it on your own. I would only be a burden to you."

"Of course, of course," you replied sarcastically, rolling your eyes. "But I'm interested in that book, so if you'd be so kind, could you sit down and pick up where you left off, or am I going to have to take the book away from you so I can continue on my own?"

"In case you haven't understood me correctly, I'm telling you directly that I have no interest in you being my company this Saturday morning," he spoke again, this time with a more distant tone as he held the book between them more tightly in his hands.

"Oh, I see," you murmured. "What about them?"

The question confused Beckett and, although you took advantage of the moment he turned to steal the book from him in a moment of confusion, he felt indignant at the impolite way you had shown your interest in the novel he was reading. He wouldn't have shared the book with you, after all, it wasn't entirely his, and you were just a stranger, but as soon as he saw you take it in your mouth and return to stand on the branch, he internally regretted not having agreed to sit back on the ground and endure your sudden movements on the branch.

"Give it back," he ordered seriously, extending his arm to the branch, meeting with silence in response.

"Let me finish the chapter, and I'll answer you," you murmured, already immersed in the reading while you placed the branches in such a way that I couldn't see you.

"No," he quickly denied, moving closer to the trunk and tilting her head toward several gaps in the branches to try to find you. "The book does not belong to me, so I demand that you come down from that tree and return it to me right now."

The seriousness with which he had spoken to you had almost made you laugh because, even though you were on one of the branches closest to the ground, it amused you to see the way he spoke to the air as if he were truly speaking directly to you, hoping to be able to exercise some power over you so that you would obey him and, although you were about to return the book to him out of grief at seeing him so alarmed, it almost seemed like a better idea to make him suffer while you entertained yourself with his strange angry faces. You had made sure that his brow was furrowed exaggeratedly and, although he spoke calmly and his body showed the attacking posture he was taking in the argument, his slightly wrinkled nose took away all the serious side he was trying to show you, giving him an air very similar to an angry rabbit or a raging hamster.

"I intend to keep this book until the end of the chapter," you repeated, slowly moving a small branch that covered your face so you could make eye contact with him. "Also, keep doing that cute face you do, I find it very attractive."

The teasing you had done to him had annoyed him and, although you remained several seconds looking at each other in search of some answer from the other, Beckett was confused to see how your eyes widened with fear and suddenly disappeared from his field of vision when moving again the small branches that had covered you, but when he heard a series of very characteristic voices that always made his hair stand on end, he understood your reaction. The three boys who approached him with mischievous smiles were his classmates who, although he had been able to avoid them for a while, he had not expected to find them in a place so far from the crowd that they were always stuck.

You, on the other hand, had hidden even better in the treetop as you watched the scene begin to unfold between the stranger and the trio who seemed so interested in him.

At first, you were not worried about the meeting between the young people and, although it was true that you were not able to hear a word of what they said since you had settled on the branch to resume reading, you had been able to observe that the four of them began to talk calmly, even if the face of the brown-haired boy you had met showed more tension as soon as he had seen them arrive. You gently tilted your head to the side, curious and confused, for you couldn't understand how a group of people who knew each other could be in tension while around each other.

You made sure of the look that the boy you had met showed and, although it was true that you were not aware of anything about him, you were able to feel the slight panic and anger he felt due to the position he presented. His hands were made into fists, with completely white knuckles, while his eyes were slowly exchanging between the three who were looking for some kind of help or courage to face him and you, before the penetrating and malicious gaze of the three thugs, you couldn't help but act.

Your body reacted on its own because, as soon as you realized it, you were already with your feet on the ground, having placed yourself between the trio of thugs in front of you, and the stranger who had ended up behind your back. Even if you hadn't seen it, the brown-haired man was pleasantly surprised to see you appear suddenly and disinterestedly.

"And this one?" One of the kids asked, letting his arm rest on the shoulder of the one in the middle, dropping his weight to try and intimidate you. "Look at those clothes, didn't they teach you that you should wear a skirt?"

"And you surely used a puddle of mud as a mirror before leaving home, but nobody tells you anything," you countered, smiling broadly to the point where your teeth could be seen perfectly and your playful tongue appeared between them as a warning. derision.

Your scowl angered the trio of boys who, ready to make the first move at the start of a fight, seemed to come to an abrupt halt when they took in the small black ink mark on your right wrist that you were unashamedly displaying and the small object you took out of the pocket of your pants with which you began to play and move without hesitation. Beckett, who could only see your back and the faces of his thugs, was confused to see how his faces turned a sickly whitish hue as if they had seen a ghost pass in front of his eyes.

"Okay, guys," you said, leaning forward, holding out the hand that held the small knife you'd drawn. "What were you going to do? Don't you want to come a little closer to talk about why you bothered my friend?"

"Your friend?" One of them questioned, causing them to look quickly at each other. "Is Beckett your friend?"

"Of course, we're close," you lied. "Are you going to answer me now or do I have to call my comrades?"

At that question, the trio began to shake their heads quickly before taking a few steps back, mainly out of fear and distrust, before starting to run in the opposite direction to which they were heading so they could warn the closer guards close to your position.

With a victorious smile, you turned to face Beckett, receiving a strong headbutt from him who, wanting to thank you for your act of bravery, had come too close to you without expecting you to turn to look at him, causing both of you to separate a few seconds steps before you, seeing how he rubbed his forehead, began to laugh; with the tension already eliminated around you, you had managed to release yours in that way, confusing him.

"What are you laughing at?” he questioned in confusion, frowning.

"Easy, tiger," you tried to calm him down. "We are very clumsy and, hey, have you seen his face?"

Your laugh, although he could have found it irritating, was now beginning to come across as a good sign where amusement was the main feeling there.

"Yes," he affirmed, nodding his head slightly before looking you completely up and down, finding what had scared the trio so much. "I hope you are aware that the lifestyle you have is not going to be favourable to you."

You shrugged and smiled.

"My mother died when I was born, my father took care of me and he is a pirate, what can I do? Asked. "I will never be a young lady and, to starve, I prefer to stay with my father until I get a ship of my own and he can sail completely alone."

"That's impossible," he said. "You need at least two people and, being alone, I doubt very much that you will get far."

"Then come with me, be my second in command," you proposed. "You can see the world, get all the treasures you want and be free."

"The offer is tempting, but there is a drawback," he murmured, pointing his finger at the two men who seemed to be looking for you. "If it was something allowed under England law I wouldn't mind, but I'm fine for now, thanks."

"You're very boring, you know?" You said before handing him the book you had taken from him. "But my proposal will still stand and I am sure that one day you will join me to form the best pirate crew in history."

Your words, although you had not meant them to sound so loud, betrayed you and, because of nerves and enthusiasm, you caused the guards who had been looking for the pirate they had heard so much about to become alert and quickly turn in your direction.

"If they don't hang up on you first," he murmured, taking the book carefully before placing it under his arm.

"Let's knock on wood so that doesn't happen," you whispered, moving away from him. "See you around."

With that quick goodbye, Beckett watched you run with great speed and agility towards the town square, where they would surely lose your trail and, although he wanted to deny it, he had been quite intrigued with you and was not about to lose this offer that seemed so tempting to him, even if over the years he ended up loathing any kind of pirate activity that came his way.

Now, several years after that first chance meeting, Cutler Beckett had managed to get an honorary title that accredited him as a lord, as one of the most powerful men in England and in the service of the East India Company, doing work that, quite morally questionable, they had made him grow as a man and a person, but not without forgetting the reasons that led him to be the man he was now. Piracy, being at its height, had been a practice that he had detested since his young adulthood, from the moment he was taken prisoner by a French pirate and from which he had managed to escape by a small miracle with a happy face and a great smile. agility.

He hated pirates with all his soul, he had promised himself to hate them until the day they died, but it was seeing you sail to the port of the island where he was that made those negative thoughts vanish and others deeper and more love emerged.

"I hope you know that you don't have to appear abruptly before me to surprise me, I know you're there."

Beckett's words made you gasp and, as if you were as young as you were then, you appeared face down in front of his face, still with the big smile that characterized you so much.

"It makes me angry to know that you already know my tricks, that's not how this works."

You saw how the British didn't hesitate to smile back at you.

You could never put aside that forbidden friendship that society, the laws and your respective jobs had marked you for life.

#cutler beckett #cutler #beckett #lord beckett #cutler beckett x reader #lord beckett x reader #cutler beckett x you #lord beckett x you #cutler beckett x oc #lord beckett x oc #reader #you #oc #tom hollander #cutler beckett imagine #lord beckett imagine #tom hollander imagine #pirates of the caribbean

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aviradasa · 5 months

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Welcome to my masterlist

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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Shows:

The umbrella Academy

Supernatural

The walking dead

Miraculous ladybug

How to train your dragon (all spin-off shows)

The dragon Prince mysterys of Aaravos

Once upon a time

Hazbin hotel

Helluva boss

Movies

Van helsing 2004

Hellboy 1 and 2

Labyrinth 1986

The MCU as a whole (Marvel cinematic universe)

Same with the DC universe

Avatar 1 and 2

Pirates of the Caribbean (all movies)

Games

Sally face

Call of duty

Skyrim

Legend of Zelda breath of the wild/ tears of the kingdom

Assassins creed 2

Stardew valley

Books

Creepypasta

(Work in progress I’m reading a lot more recently so give it time any book suggestions are welcome.I’m a huge fantasy fan!!!)

Bands:

Ghost

David Bowie

Mcr

(I’ll add more here once my will to live dies again.)

Characters I will write for:

The umbrella academy:

Luther

Diego

Allison

Klaus

Five

Ben

Viktor

Lila

Marcus

Fei

Alphonso

Sloane

Jayme

Supernatural:

Sam

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Dean

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Castiel

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Lucifer

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

(I'm only on season 5 so if you want more characters let me know and I'll do my best!)

The walking dead:

Rick

Daryl

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Glenn

Maggie

Michonne

Negan

Carl

Rosita

Abraham

Ezekiel

Carol

Miraculous ladybug:

Marinette

Adrian

Luka

Julika

Nino

Alya

Chloé

Kim

Sabrina

Jagged stone

Meeting the kids jagged stone x fem!reader HC

Rose

Nathalie

How to train your dragon:

Hiccup

Astrid

Ruffnut

Tuffnut

Snotlout

Fishlegs

Heather

Eret

Dagur

The dragon Prince, mystery of Aaravos:

Callum

Rayla

Claudia

Viren

Soren

Janai

Aaravos

Love long lost Aaravos x Fem!reader pt 1

Love long lost Aaravos x Fem!reader pt 2

Love long lost Aaravos x Fem!reader pt3

The sight of two stars Aaravos x Startouched elf! Reader

Nyx

Ibis

Amaya

Corvus

Gren

Terry

Zubeia

Once upon a time:

Emma Swan

Regina Mills (the ‘Evil’ queen)

Mr.Gold ( Rumpelstiltskin )

Mary Margaret Blanchard (Snow white)

Captain Killian ‘Hook’ Jones ( Captain hook)

David Nolan (Prince charming)

(work in progress)

Hazbin hotel:

Charlie

Vaggie

Angel dust

Husk

Nifty

Alastor

Lucifer

Rosie

Vox

Velvett

Helluva boss:

Blitz

Blitzø x male!reader HC

Blitzø x Gn!Reader HC

Moxie

Millie

Loona

Van Helsing (2004):

Dracula

Aleera

Marishka

Verona

Gabriel Van helsing

Anna valerious

Velkan valerious

Carl

Hellboy 1 and 2 (live action 2004-2008 movies)

Hellboy

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Abe

Liz

John

Prince Nuada

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Princess nuala

Labrynth 1986

Jareth the goblin king

Marvel:

Peter Parker

Thor

Loki

Tony Stark

Dr, Stephan strange

Wanda

Bucky

Natasha

Nick Fury

Bruce banner

Steven Rodger

DC:

Bruce Wayne

Barry allen

Oliver Queen

Clark kent

Robin

Starfire

Raven

Cyborg

Beastboy

Joker

Harley

Poison Ivy

Catwoman

Avatar 1 and 2

Jake sulley

Naytiri

Neteyam

Lo’ak

Kiri

Miles Quaritch

Javier “spider”

Aonung

Grace

Pirates of the Caribbean:

Captain jack sparrow

Captain Hector Barbossa

Will Turner

Elizabeth Swan

James Norrington

Bootstrap bill turner

Davey jones

Lord Cutler Beckett

Calypso ( Tia Dalma)

Sally face:

sal fisher

Larry johnson

Ash

Travis

Call of duty:

Ghost Mw2 and 2009

König

Soap

Price

Graves

Skyrim:

Cicero

Astrid

Arnbjorn

Farkus

Vilkas

Aela

Balgruuf the greater

Legend of Zelda Botw/totk:

Link

Zelda

Mipha

Daruk

Revali

Sidon

Urbosa

Kass

ganon

Assassins creed 2:

Ezio

Stardew valley (Sdv):

Alex

Elliot

Harvey

Sam

Sebastian

Shane

Abigail

Emily

Haley

Leah

Maru

Penny

The wizard

Caroline

Dwarf

Jodi

Kent

Krobus

Robin

Pierre

Sandy

Ghost:

Papa Emeritus 1 (primo)

Papa Emeritus 2 (secondo

Papa emeritus 3 (terzo)

Papa emeritus 4/cardinal copia

Swiss

Aether

Mountin

Phantom

Aurora (we have the same name irl lol)

Rain

Cirrus

Sunshine

Cumulus

Sodo

Dewdrop

David bowie(going by era and current stage persona):

Ziggy stardust

Aladdin sane

The thin white duke

Major tom

David bowie

My chemical romance

Gerard way

Party poison

Mikey way

Kobra kid

Frank iero

Fun ghoul

Ray toro

Jet star

I will add Other characters to any of these lists if you would like to request a character go on ahead!

What I will write/Rules:

Rules:

No bullying or harrassment to anyone or groups of people in the comments. BE NICE TO OTHERS

No homophobia

No racism

No hatred

What I will write:

Fluff

Angst

Smut

Lemon

I don't write for Male readers anymore. Due to some uncomfortable and unnessasary comments and requests. I apologize for this. I will write for trans folks though

Info about Aviradasa!

I go by she/they

I have a cat named Nyx!

I am Demiaroace

I love horror movies with my whole life!

I have a tendency to obsess over shows/movies for undetermined periods of time 🤣

My favorite colors are Purple, red, pink, and black

My favorite singer is David bowie!

I can't choose a favorite band cause I love to many!

The movie Labyrinth by Jim Henson with David bowie and Jennifer Connelly Is my favorite.but Van helsing 2004 is a close second

PS. When requesting please be specific to what fandom/character you want(I will do crossovers.) just so I can make sure to get everything right for ya!

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jacksparrowfanpage · 2 years

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Heartstrings - Chapter 1

hello! i have decided to bite the bullet and finally start a chapter story. i'm gonna be honest, its a lot like your basic enemies to lovers but you can't really go wrong with enemies to lovers!

pairing - jack sparrow x reader

warnings - mention of death

They all say you are crazy, but don’t believe them.

Something about the rush of the wind, the rough swaying of the seas have called you. Joining the British Royal Navy had been a desire for you since you had been a young child with dreams. Something that you thought would bring great honor, and maybe you would even be famous. Being a female in the Navy wasn’t something that was very common, but you always finished first before even the strongest man. Being a woman in these times was harsh, but you always got through it.

Soon you had sustained a rather harsh injury, and an overall decision your commander had transferred you underneath the East India Trading Company. It wasn’t much of a change to you, there was just less sea time involved.

Boots clicked against the polished wooden floor, as you walked through the lamp-lit hallway. A stone cold expression masked your face, as you walked through the hallways for what seemed like for hours. Another pair of boots could soon be heard coming towards you, “Y/N. Lord Cutler Beckett wants to speak with you.” One of your commanders said, and you nodded. Turning on your heel, you walked up a flight of stairs.

Everyone in your section knew how powerful and crazy you were, and they tended to steer away from you. Your sword skills were suspiciously similar to a way a Pirate would. Some people had questioned you about it, but it was just the way you had been taught growing up.

Pirates were something that you absolutely despised, and you hope that you could stay as far as you could away from those rum soaked squabblers. With all your time in the EITC and the Royal Navy, you had only run in with pirates about a half of dozen times.

The most infamous pirate you had met was the one and only Jack Sparrow. You had only met him once, but you would rather keep it that way. The way he spoke, or even breathed angered you.

The sectional you had been placed in kept rather close to shore, even when on ships. Sometimes you wonder what it would be like to travel across the sea, even to the northern side. The Caribbeans, The Bahamas, something new. Of course, it was a small choice that you would be selected to go to those types of places. As they said, women were too weak to do those types of jobs. You didn’t really understand why you couldn’t go places like your male comrades, but you didn’t complain.

Raising a hand, you knocked on the door to Lord Beckett’s office. “Enter.” You heard a voice enter, and you entered the room. “Y/N.” You saw the Lord sitting at a table, sipping on a cup of tea. “Please, sit down.” You nodded, sitting down across from him. T

The Lord poured a cup of tea for you, gently setting it down in front of you. “I called you in here to talk to you about something, about a certain pirate.” The word pirate caught your attention, and you raised a brow at the mention of a pirate. “I don’t entangle myself with beings like that, I’d rather keep some kind of dignity.” You said, taking a sip of the black tea.

“You see, there is a certain pirate, you may have heard of him. Jack Sparrow?” The word made you keep a deep breath, setting down the cup of tea. “I know you haven’t had much time on the sea, and this is your chance Y/N. If you can kill him, I will guarantee you a more honorable role in the East India Trading company; Instead of patrolling the hallways every single day of your miserable life.” You looked at him, taking a few deep breaths.

“I only have one question, Lord Beckett. Why me? Why one of the only women here?” You asked, and which seemed to catch the Lord a little bit off guard. “Well, you see Y/N. I’ve seen the way you fight, and I think you have a genuine chance of killing Jack Sparrow. It seems impossible, half of my men have given their own lives trying to take that man's life.” He said, swirling another sugar cube into his tea.

You nodded, thinking for a moment. “I will take the deal, under one condition.” You said, standing up and pushing your chair in. “Which what is?” He asked, a devilish smile on his face. “If I successfully kill the notorious Jack Sparrow, I’ll need help from a crew, if i’m not mistaken? I want to be able to choose my own crew, and I want your best men.”

Lord Beckett nodded, “I will allow that, under one condition. Your husband cannot go, we don’t need any distractions that may disrupt your mission.” You nodded, agreeing to his terms.

#james norrington #captain jack sparrow #pirates of the caribbean #jack sparrow #jack sparrow x reader #jack sparrow oneshot #oneshot #curse of the black pearl #angst #fluff #elizabeth swann #potc #hector barbossa #at worlds end

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sweettee18 · 11 months

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POTC Imagines

Cutler Beckett x(Child) reader

The Locket

Warning: Tragic story, death

Cutler Beckett had been raising his daughter, Eliza, for nine years since the death of his beloved wife, Ava, an African-American noble woman, daughter of a former pirate king. When Eliza asked about the locket he wore in front of his neck cuff, that’s when he decided that she was old enough to know what became of her mother on that tragic day.

It had been nine years since the death of Cutler Beckett‘s wife, Ava, who left the world, leaving him to raise their daughter, Eliza by himself. With a help from Captain Jack sparrow, her godfather, along with Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann and Governer Swann(He Lives In This Story)😊 . And of course, Captain Hector Barbossa of the Black Pearl.

Ava was known to be the daughter of a former pirate king, who later retired and became a baron. He married, and had a family. A wife, three sons, and four daughters. One of which, was the one Beckett fell in love with, and that was Ava. He never thought that he would fall in love with someone until he laid his eyes on her. Somehow, the pirates, Beckett and EITC made peace and later on, he and Ava married and had little Eliza.

Throughout the years, he became very protective of his daughter, not wanting to lose her too. As she grew older, she began to be very fond of everyone, including Beckett’s right hand man, Mr. Mercer, whom she often called ‘Uncle Ian’, which made Mr. Mercer smile.

One night after supper, as Beckett was tucking Ava into bed, Ava asked her father, “Papa? What is that you wear on your neck cuff?” Lord Beckett looked down at the brooch that she pointed out. “Oh, this was a wedding gift that your mother had given to me on the night after our wedding.” He said as he took off the brooch and opened it. “It is actually a locket that she had given to me after we married.”

Ava looked closely at the picture of her mother. She never thought she looked so beautiful. “How old was I when she passed away?“ Ava asked as she looked at Beckett, who began to have tears in his eyes, knowing that one way or the other she will have to know what happened to her mother.

“ You were just seven weeks old and Captain Jack sparrow had just became your godfather at the time the tragedy occurred.” Beckett said as he did his best not to break down in front of his daughter for he did not wish for her to see him cry.

Nine years ago…..

“Three months after me and your mother married, she discovered she was pregnant with you. I was ecstatic that I was going to be a father. I loved your mother so much. Her smile brought the light in the room. When I first met her, she was a little harsh toward me.

“What was her impression when she first met you?” Beckett looked at his daughter and did his best not to laugh as he said, “At first, she didn’t like me because of my hatred for pirates. What she told me will forever be in the back of my head. She told me the next time she saw me again, I’d better start running. Because she would put her foot so far up my alleyway, it’ll take both the crew of the black pearl and her family to untie her shoe to get it out.

“It wasn’t going to be a good feeling going in and it was not going to feel good coming out.” Eliza began to laugh at her mother’s first impression. “Did she really say that?” Eliza asked. He replied, “Yes, she did and I will never forget it.” “What was she like?” Eliza asked. He replied, “Your mother was beautiful, in the face, in the body and in the mind. Even though she can be cruel to the wicked, but she had a heart of gold and was gentle as a lamb. Any person that she came in contact with loved her, including her sisters and brothers as well.

“All of that changed when one night, her father invited me to dine with him and his family. But the whole time I had my eyes on Ava. That night was a big storm and of course I wasn’t going to go anywhere anytime soon until it cleared up. Everyone was asleep in their bedrooms until I had a gut feeling something was wrong. I go into Ava’s room and she turned her head and saw me with my sword in my hand and I tell her, ‘don’t move’. I stabbed her pillow. I told her to give me her hand, pulled her out of bed, flipped over the covers with my sword still intact, to reveal a copperhead that laid in waiting to strike her while she slept.

“Everyone rushed in the room to see what was going on. Her father was shocked to see what was in front of him. Almost immediately, he recognized the serpent. He whispered the name of his former rival. sometime after the battle between Captain Jack sparrow and Davy Jones. Somehow we were able to make peace between the Pirates and me.

“After a little while, your mother and I married. And this locket that you hold in your hand was her gift to me on the night of our wedding. Not long after, you were born. I remember the day I held you in my arms. You were so tiny, but yet, very happy and healthy. We decided that we were going to have Jack to be your godfather. We planned on having more children after you’ve turned a year or two. After the christening, that’s when your grandfather’s former rival showed up and pointed his pistol at him, saying that he killed his son during one of their encounters. And now he was going to have to pay with his life.

“He aimed for him, but Eliza threw herself in the way of the bullet, sacrificing herself to make sure that everyone that she cared about lived. I remember I held her in my arms, the same way I held you the day you were born….” Beckett said, as he felt the tears roll down his cheeks. “…. She told me to take care of you to make sure they give you all the love that a mother will give to her child, and she passes in my arms. Your grandfathers rival was apprehended and was sentenced to death by hanging. Not once he showed any remorse for his actions.

End Of Flashback

That is why over the past few years raising you, I’m afraid I was going to lose you too, just like I lost your mother.”

Eliza scooted to her father’s side and placed the locket in his hand and closed it into his fist as she looked up at him and said, “I’m not going anywhere anytime soon, because as long as I’m here with you, everything will be all right. You will see.” She smiled at her father and then pulled her into a hug.” I love you so much, Eliza. Never forget that.” He said as he hugged her tighter, afraid that she would disappear into thin air. She replied as she hugged him back, “I love you too, Papa.”

They stayed in that position until Eliza fell asleep. He joined behind her and held tight to his chest. His little girl he called ‘his precious gift’ that his wife left him. Even though he wasn’t religious, he looked out the window and saw her cross necklace hanging on the windowsill and whispered, “I love you, Ava. I never stopped loving you, and I never will.”

I hope you guys enjoyed the story. I know it’s sad but I wanted to sit. Want to put in example that not all people are bad. Don’t forget to like comment and share. Have a blessed day everybody.

#potc x reader #cutler Beckett x child reader #tragedy #Love #Father x daughter reader #Locket #her last gift

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justafairytailofinnocence · 1 year

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Cutler Beckett x wife reader👰🗡

Synopsis: a girl was bought by a lord from her father, her life with her betrothed husband is anything but a fantasy. One evening, they come to good terms.

Warning: slight smut

"You seem quite content, perhaps you were the correct choice after all"

"You stupid girl"

"Foolish yet adequate y/n"

The girl gazed into her husband's eyes full of hatred and loyalty.

#pirates of the carribean #potc #Beckett x reader #Cutler beckett x reader #cutler beckett #potc x reader #pirates of the caribbean x reader #cutler beckett moodboard #potc moodboard

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luciadiosa · 2 years

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Enchanting Mermaid

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Part 2

More than once was he finding himself staring in the fish tank to watch you.

His eyes must have seen every inch of you now.

More than once you hiss at him in your cruel form. White eyes, sharp teeth like a shark. Ready to murder. He just flinched the first time and got used to your wrath.

Mostly he stands in front of you without even shrug once. Your hands crushes against the glass. Soon you realize you are captive by him till he reliese you. But this will never happen. He just see the profit behind your cruelfull beauty.

"As faster you learn you cannot win as better for you. Your life depends on me for now. Better don't bite the hand which feed you." he explain and turn his back on you.

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After a short time of days he regocnize a diffrence on you. Your skin looks paler, nearly gray and reminds him of an dying fish in water.

One knock on your glass after he looked at your back so long.

You feel the knock on the glass in the water and turn around lightly. Like a human being flowing in the water your face on the surface of it.

Beckett watches at you. At you breast and it's heavily breathing. With some steps he climb on some stairs and opens the lid.

With a big gasp you breath in fresh air and raise your head above water. The liquid flows over your head. The white eyes and sharp teeth are gone.

Beckett smiles softly. He sits down on the highest stair, bends over and takes your faces between his fingers. You hiss at him and it sounds nearly like a warning purr.

"You will not attack me. You are to weak for it." He lifts your head a little more in his direction. His breath is like a breeze at the shore of the sea.

Soft lips shiver under the fresh air. He can resist the urge to place his lips on yours. The melody in his mind enchanted him in the past. It draws him to you.

Even now it rings in his ears. A melody so deep and beutiful as the sea. Hypnotic. Beckett looks into your [your colour] eyes.

Just one second and he notices your humming. His grip of his fingers thighten around your face.

"Carefu..." he starts his warning. The pain in between neck and shoulder stops him from continoue. Sharp long claws crushed in his flesh. Your fingers of your right hand. A teeth fletching beast growls at him.

"Your actions just play against your future. I can send you to the king. I can sell you to the highest bidder. Anything would be worse. So don't bother the man who has your life and well being in his hands." Beckett warns you.

"I die in every hand. No matter to whom you sell me." you spits angry. "So why not ribbing you apart first?"

Beckett wants to push himself back but you clash you held onto the fabric of his back and pull yourself more out of water.

Beckett presses himself up and tries to get rid of you. The balance get disturbed and both of you crush down to the ground.

Beckett on the back with you on his chest. While you two fell you transform back to your weaker human form.

The light blood of the wound sink into the wooden ground. The wound isn't deep enough to kill him.

The strength dissapear. You lift your upper body of him. Still sitting on him. A red flush crosses your face as you see his gaze on your body. Even if he tries not to look it is impossible to resist one look at your body. Your breast and skin.

The two of you stomp apart. Beckett reach for your arm. With a strong grabb he pushes you against the fish tank. "If you are willing to obey, there would be a chance I keep you myself and you would survive."

He focuses his grey eyes on your face. Ignoring the fact of the naked body.

"For what? To show me to friends? Guess a man like you don't have friends. Just allies. People who fear you and you can use." you start. "Or to rape me? To be a whore in your service. Always avaiable if you want to fuck me and get rid of stress. To get some distraction."

Cutler Beckett looks at you and narrows his eyes. He feels pity. One time in a million. Now that he knows you are a thinking being and not only a cruel beast, he wonder how many and which scenario cross your mind. The man has always focused on his career, on getting an titel. Being more than the family which never liked him.

He takes a step backwards. "It doesn't matter if you remain in the fish tank. You will be a prisoner with chains on your skin or you will cooperate. Either way you are not in control and i will not getting you any more clothes." His voice sounds calm but demanding. Cutler presses his hand on the wound you caused him befor reaching his gun and treating you with it to go back in the tank. Just a second you watch him. You nearly wanted to say: Fine. Shoot me. Kill me. In that tank i am like dead anyways. Do it. But you don't. You obey and climb in the tank. Your eyes go to the lid above you. It falls down as soon Cutler pushed it.

But it didn't closed completely. A book between the lid and the tank ensure fresh air for you. Surprised you look to your master which fingertips still lay on the book. "We don't want you to die." he just explains quietly.

Thank you for your likes on the other parts :) Don't know yet how many chapter there will coming. If you want to get tagged, just tell me.

Or you can follow the tag: #enchanting mermaid fanfiction

#cutler beckett imagine #cutler beckett x reader #lord cutler beckett x reader #lord cutler beckett #cutler beckett #at worlds end #dead mens chest #potc #pirates #tom hollander #mermaid #enchanting mermaid fanfiction

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luciadiosa · 2 years

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Enchanting Mermaid

Masterlist

Prolouge

Some say mermaids are beautiful. So beautiful they corrupt sailors with their look and holy voice. With singing and false promises. Some say how cruel and merciless they are. Clawing through flesh and soul of a good man on boat. Pulling him into the deep blue sea and fed on them.

Maybe they are both. He couldn't say if she was the beautifulest creature he ever saw. Neither her cruel temper was shown again after the first time.

He remember the day of their first meeting.

"Pirates!!", shouted one man. The other ship stood no chance and his crew entered it.

"They say they have a mermaid on board." one man reported to him.

Beckett looks to the faces of the captured pirates and than nodded "Where is it?" he asked.

His commodore got him under deck. The smell of men, sweat and dead burned in his nose as he crosses the empty barns and cargo. Dead fish, dry fish, plenty of alcohol and other things.

The man in front of him opened a wooden door. Beckett took a step in.

His eyes caught the bare naked back of a woman first. He saw the bones of her shoulders. Her hair hung over them. Just some red marks on the skin. Maybe from a whip. Becketts eyes followed her spine down.

Legs. Two normal human legs. No fish tail.

The woman sat on the ground. Now he regocnized the dirty rosty chains around her neck and wrists, as he came near her.

A captured woman. Nothing more. He didn't want to imagine what they did to her.

"Guess the pirates misstaken a woman for a mermaid. Must be the rum." he just said.

"Orders, Sir?"

Beckett tilted his head to look at her face. Her hair covered most of it.

"She's a victim. We take her with us to the next harbor." Beckett answers and leave them alone.

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Beckett focused on her as he dropped some sugar in his tea. The woman sat across the table. Her shoulders down. Her eyes frigthend. She didn't look at him.

After they bathed her, treated her wounds and gave her some clothes Beckett could look at her face. Even if she avoided to look at him he could saw her eye colour. A beautiful [your eye colour] which only lost its light.

The woman was silent. Not a word came over her lips and Beckett wondered if she could even talk after she didn't even answer one question. Not even her name.

He sighed. "Look, maybe we can write some relatives of you but I need informations."

She just looked to the small window. The sun reflected on the surface of a bright blue sea.

"You unterstand me. Maybe you can show me where your family lives." Beckett stood up with his tea cup in hand and walks to the big map.

He waited a few second. After no reaction of her he looked to the window too.

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The next days he layed an eye on her. Watching her habits and reactions.

The sun and the hot weather on deck was to much for her. He saw her just some couples of minutes on deck and as soon she looked tired and exhausted she got under deck.

In this couple of minutes she stared at the sea. Not the horizon. The blank sea next to the ship like she want to jump into it right now. Beckett ordered to guard her on deck.

Sometimes he heard her humming a melodie. The sailors listened and he caught himself getting distracted by this little sound. Even entchanted.

He caught himself more than once tracing her and her body with his eyes. More than once he looked at her lips. Trying to get a glimpse of a smile.

With a shook of his head he banned the thoughts. But her song always enters his mind everytime.

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It was a heavy storm. The ship was swinging from one side to the other.

"Miss!" a soldier shouted after her.

The woman took the chance of chaos. As he walked over deck she got rid of the clothes. Taking that one minutes to jump off the ship and be free again.

Her eyes pinned on the rail. The rain hits her skin. In the moment she touched the wood of the rail a soldier grabbed her on the arm.

A heavy wave broke into the ship. It sway to its backboard side befor the wave crushed on deck. Soaking through the fabrics.

The water flows off the ship and let it free off its claw.

The rumbling of the soldiers voice let Beckett and Mercer appear. The frightend soldier springs on his feet. "She....she is a mermaid." he said.

Beckett glanced fom the woman with legs to the soldier. "Mercer. Get her in my quarters." Beckett decided.

His right hand put his coat around the woman and pulled her with him.

"If anyone will loose a single word about that moment, you will loose your positions or more." Beckett warned them. He didn't want rumors and he didn't want attention to her. He didn't even know what to do right now about this possibility.

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sykhan048 · 1 year

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She is a very beautiful lady,

I started to lose myself in her beauty.

I was intoxicated without even dinking,

She is my beautiful lady,

I'm going to lose myself in her beauty.

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Your Beloved...(Chapter 30)

Sun are shinning on the sand. A empty island, Jack was laying on his stomach, holding his empty bottle of Rum. Yes, Jack didn't went back to black pearl. He open his eyes and find himself at the island. He put his hand in his pocket to find his compass. But his eyes became wide cause he didn't find it. It is the most necessary thing for him. If it lost then, he won't be able to go back at his black pearl.

Jack: The compass...Where is the compass?

He remember the last night incident. He roamed his memory lane and find that it is left Mini's ship. I have to go to that ship.

Port Royal,

Cutler was in very bad mood. He was muttering under his breath.

Cutler: I don't believe that Mini liked that pirate Jack. What special thing is in him which is likable? And what did she told, "Oh he is my hero, He is soooo handsome!!! Handsome My foot!"

Mini's continuous praising of Captain Jack Sparrow was felt like a poison to his ears. Suddenly,

"HEYO CAPTAIN JACK..."

Cutler smack his hand on his forehead and whinnied, "Not again!"

Mini: "Heyo Captain Jack

Bring me back to the raid road track"

It's none other then Mini who is singing this song, wearing cloth's like Jack. Cutler looked at him tired expression. Mini ran to him and flashed her 32 pair snow white toothy smile. Cutler rolled his eyes. Mini pull a gun from cutler's Pocket.

Mini: "Gimme a gun in my hand

I'm gonna be a shooter man"

Cutler: No...Mini give it to me.

He snatch his gun and said, "Mini what in the word are you wearing?"

Mini: (Mimicking Jack) Hey ya, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. The Pirate lord. (her own voice) Oh his eyes are so intoxicating, I feel like a drunk.

She acted like a drunk and lean to Cutler. Cutler hold her and make her straight.

Cutler: Mini, from the last night you are praising Jack. You wasted the whole day and night by only talking about him.

Mini: You don't know how awesome he is!

Cutler made a face. Mini looked at him in her corner of her eyes. A mischievous smirk came to her lip.

Jack was roaming ship to ship at port royal. Finally he found the ship where he met with Mini. It didn't take long to find his Compass.

Jack: Oh my dear compass I won't let you go now.

A police: Hey you!! Who is there?

Jack: Ahhh!!!

He screams and ran from there. After a great hustle bustle the officer's caught him. They bring him to Cutler's office. They knocked,

Cutler: Come in. They entered with Jack . He was shocked first to saw Jack standing arrested, with a smile on his face.

Jack: Hey, Mate. Missed me?

His shock state vanished by looking at Jack's face. He closed his eyes to control his anger.

Cutler: I'm not your mate.

Jack shrugged. He look at Mini.

Jack: Oh beauty at port royal! Cutler open his eyes and looked at Jack. He followed his gaze and his anger increased by watching Mini standing in mesmerize.

Mini: Hello Captain Sparrow!! I don't believe this you are here!! oh It's the most beautiful dream I have.

Cutler pulled her braid.

Mini: Ouch!! Cutler!! (Annoyed)

Cutler: Welcome back to reality Dr. Mini. (sarcastic)

Mini: By the way why are you chained?

Cutler: He is a criminal. so, it's obvious to chain him like this.

Mini: Oh poor you.

Jack: If I get to see a beautiful girl like you, then it is ok to bound to be a prisoner for the rest of your life.

Mini: Oh you flatterer! (Mini smiling and watching Cutler who was boiling in anger)Cutler: MERCER! TAKE HIM AWAY!

Mercer take Jack away.

Mini: Bye Jack! (sad)

Cutler turned to Mini. He crossed his hand and looking Mini with a frown.

Mini: What?

Cutler: What was that?

Mini: What? oh that...You won't understand that. Isn't he handsome?

Cutler: Did Jack has peacock feathers? What is in him that you like so much ?

Mini: He is stunning. He is my hero!!

Mini leave the place while singing the song again.

Cutler said in frustration, Why is that pirate her hero? Why isn't me?

Groves called him, "Lord Becket"

Cutler: yes.

Groves: Dr. Sen said to give you this ice bags. She said your blood Pressure will increase.

Cutler: Just leave!

A dark place, some people are dancing and jumping. cause once again the door of the cursed cave got open. They are not like humans. They are flowing on air. They are the residence of devil's triangle.

Cutler was at his office. He was seating on his desk. His pens are moving on a paper. Suddenly a thunder storm could heard. He came to the window of his office. He could see the cloudy sky.

Cutler: Oh the weather of Caribbean is unpredictable now a days. Soon the raindrops are began to fall. He was about to move from window to his desk but something caught his attention. A slight smile came to his lips.

Mini was standing in rain spearing her 2 arms with closed eyes. The Raindrops are touching her face softly. She twirl around. Everyone staring her in awe. Other peoples are running to save from rain. But Mini was dancing like a carefree peacock. Children's are also join with her. Cutler was watching her in admired eyes from his office window. He was lost in her. A little boy who was once waved Cutler at hospital balcony, he was also there. He hold Mini's hand and Dancing with her. He make her twirl. Mini noticed Cutler's presence. She waved him. Cutler also smiled and wave her back. The peoples smiled looking at them passing by. Their innocence make them smile. Cutler stared her carefree face. His anger and stress are vanished by looking at her innocent face. He don't want to interrupt her enjoyment but he has to bring her here because he saw some peoples whispering about her and gazing lustfully . He wear his raincoat and come outside.

Cutler: Mini...Mini...stop.

Mini: Hey Cutler...look how much fun we're having. come join me.

Cutler: Mini...it's not good to drenched in rain such a long hour. let's go inside.

He said while covering her with another raincoat. He gave a death glare to the people. They got scared and leave the place.

Mini: Cutler plz. just one more minutes.

Cutler: Not even a moment. Come. enough of enjoying.

Mini: Cutler please....Cutler.

Cutler's office, Cutler entered while pulling Mini's hand lightly and Mini was following him with a pout.

Cutler: Mini, When will you listen to me? Now sit here quietly.

Mini sat there with pouted lip. Cutler called one of his butler to bring a towel. He handed over him and leave the place. Cutler approached Mini and started to dry her hair with the towel. He realized that Mini isn't answering anything. He called his name. She didn't respond him. She stand and moved from there. Cutler was confuse. He was calling her name but she was not saying anything. She was moving here and there to avoid Cutler. And Cutler is also roaming behind her to talk to her. But he got tired, so he stop suddenly and hold Mini to stop her roaming.

Cutler: Mini, stop.

But Mini being Mini. She look at him and blow her mouth like a balloon.

Cutler: Mini...You have to lis... waite what is this? (noticing her face) Why are you making this weird face? (raising his brows)

Mini: I am angry and I don't wanna talk to you. Hummppphh (again made that face and sat on a chair)

Cutler smiled on her childish behavior. He called her softly.

Cutler: Mini..

Cutler sat beside Mini. Mini crossed her arms and moved her face in other direction.

Cutler: Mini look at me.

Cutler said in a sweet voice.

Mini: Unnnhuhh...(moved her face in negative).

Cutler: Please...

Mini glared at Cutler. Cutler taken aback because of her sudden turn. Mini again look at opposite side. Cutler was too helpless. After all Mini is angry with him. He was always least bother about another's feeling. But Mini's Childish anger is now matter for him most. He came and sit Infront of Mini on his knees and hold her hand.

Cutler: Mini please don't get angry.

Mini: Why should I not get angry? You ruined all the fun.

Cutler: Mini, It was necessary.

Mini: I can understand that there must be a reason of your anger. But you can tell me nicely.

Cutler realized that he behaved rude to her.

She again make ballooned face. Cutler hold her hand and said, "I know Mini. I behave rudely to you. Actually I was disturbed. I'm sorry. I promise I'll never repeat this again. Please forgive me."

Mini looked at her but again she looked other side with balloon face. Cutler think something and smirked. He poked her cheeks and burst the balloon. Mini shocked.

Cutler: Balloon is busted Mini.

Mini make a pout. Cutler was smiling. After sometime Mini started laughing unable to hold her anger anymore.

Mini: By the way where is Jack. I told him I'll meet with him.

Cutler's smile vanished and he said, Why you want to meet with Jack? I mean he is an illiterate. You are doctor. You both won't tune nice.

Mini: He is so intelligent and his sense of humor is good. He can cope up with youngsters.

Cutler: That's fine but....wait a minute...What do you mean by that? I'm also young and I can also cope up with youngsters.

Cutler is about to say more but Mini starts giggling and said, You and young?

Cutler raised his eyebrow and about to say something but Mini interrupt, "Hawww!!! Cutler!! You have whiteness on your hair. You are getting old."

Cutler: What??? (Run to the mirror) Where it is? Wait...(realizing something) I'm wearing the wig and ...Mini!!!

He turned but at the spin of time Mini ran from there while laughing. He again look at the mirror and stare himself. Percival entered.

Percival: Milord.

Cutler: Percival, Am I look too old?

Percival confusingly look at him for these sudden question.

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luciadiosa · 1 year

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Enchanting Mermaid

Masterlist: Enchanting Mermaid

Part 6

It was to easy to get along on the ship. A little humming and the men turned into little boys. Little boys on their first crush. They were polite and you could use them. You could run.

It was just a second, one jump into the deep blue sea.

You turn around slowly. Making your way inside to the dining table. The eyes of the men are clued on you while you humm that melody.

It isn't really time to eat but Beckett wants to see you.

He drops a paper on his work desk and give you one second of his attention. Just a look.

"Do you like it so far?" he asks while his eyes rush above a letter.

In your hands the book he gave you. It wasn't the first time he gave you something to read. You needed some lessons to refresh your reading ability but as soon you read every book you got in your finger.

"It is interesting but i prefer the book befor" you answer. A small smile appears on his lips.

"I thought you are more a romantic person." he admit.

"Maybe. A landscape dived in moonlight and with the shine of little fires can be romantic too." Now you sit down. The book befor was just one about natural sience. Flowers, plants, animals. Education about things you don't know and you loved all the paintings.

"We dock at the port tommorrow noon." Beckett starts.

Your eyes meets his. "Which port?"

"London."

London. Did you really miss the moment the ship took an other way? Of course you wasn't spending attention because of the books. He distract you with it.

Beckett notices your thoughtfull mind. "We will meet the king." he adds.

"So....you..give me to him.." The words crushes out of you.

For one moment you really believe he made up his mind. But at the end he sees you as trophy to gain the kings goodwill. To be his pet.

You see your possibility to escape fades. Anxiety dig through you body. Through every inch of your skin and every organs.

Beckett suck his under lip a little in. The feelings are written on your face and he can read it like his favourite book. Betrayel. Sadness. Schock. Anger.

"Don't worry." he says. "It will be come to an good end for you."

You look up upset. "An good end? Walking around in the palace. Or being in prison? not able to watchs the waves again...or admiring the sea. I will not even have a glimpse of the taste of salty water and air."

"The themse.."

"is just a river." With throwingthe napkin into the plate you stand up. "I thought you like me a little. But i am just a commodity like the cargo of slaves under deck. I hope this decision brings at least any benefit for you."

You throw his last book on the table which hit the wood with a loud 'clong'. "And keep your books by yourself by now."

You leaves him. Speechless and without any chance to talk behind at the dening table. One hand on the table. Beckett is tapping his fingers on the surface without lifting his palms. He watches you leave befor stretching out for the book and looks at it. Air exhaling through his nose. His nostrels widen for a second. Your words hit him deep but he doesn't change his mind.

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Enchanting Mermaid

Masterlist: Enchanting Mermaid

Part 1 (I beginn hear to write "you" instead of she)

He kept you inside his quarters. Most of the time you weren't allowed to go on deck. Just on his side.

On that night he reads through a book of myths and legends. His stormy eyes fells from the drawing to the woman which upper body lays on the table. The eyes closed.

"Let see if it is true..." he whispers.

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He promised you to let you go in the next harbor. You were an undesireable guest. A mouth more to feed. Even if you eat just the most nessacery and not more.

But now....

It was Mercer who guards you over deck. Had a look on you. And it was he who guiding you in Becketts quarters.

Your eyes widen. A tank filled with water in one corner of the room. Big enough to store a small shark or some turtels. Made of glass and wood.

"No....!" you shout.

"Ah. Finally she speaks." Cutler Beckett notice calmly in one corner.

"You know what they say about mermaids." he begins.

"They are excellent swimmer. The heat of the sun is exhausting for them. Week as humans and cruel as beast. A melodie on their lips which enchants and betreys everyone. "

Your eyes are pinned at him. The book in his hand get closed and placed on the table. He takes a step near you. "Should I continue? Some of them are to perfect for you."

You don't know what to respond. So Cutler Beckett just nodds to Mercer.

The man ripps off the few clothes and pulls you to a little wooden stair next to the tank. You tried to escape his gribb. Every limb and body part pressed against in defence. But one last second and the cold water, freshly poured into it, encloses your body.

Beckett takes some step and watches you and your transformation. The beginning of the fish tail instead of legs. Little colourful scales on your skin which would shine in the sun. He stops in front of the tank and his eyes caught yours.

Here is the proof. Swimming in fear. As soon as you reach the surface with your head Mercer shut the wooden lid down. You shrug backwards.

"A real mermaid in my hands." Beckett realize it.

"What will you do with it?" Mercer asks.

His master bend forward to look closely. "Well, i could sell her. Present her to the king. Or i just keep her as own amusment." he answers. It is the first time he sees one. Has one. So he has to decide carefully.

"As long as i consider what to do...she remains under my posses. Noone is allowed to see her. We will now start rumors. We will need a big blanket to cover the tank." he orders.

While Mercer leaves Cutler watches you. He follows your movement with tilting his head in the same way.

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sykhan048 · 1 year

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You entangle me, these black eyes, with your black magic. I am all yours, embrace me, Oh, I am yours. Let us both burn slowly.. Come, let's both meet in such a way, That our feet don't touch the earth.

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Your Beloved...(Chapter 29)

Captain Jack Sparrow was perplex look at Mini. Mini look at him and screamed, " AAAA!!! Captain Jack Sparrow!!!"

"AAAAAA!!!!" Jack sparrow also screamed. Mini ran to him. Jack steps backward.

Mini: Captain Jack Sparrow! What a plesent surprise! OH God!!! Jack, I wanted to meet with you and here you are. Infront of me!! I don't believe this. Can I pinch you? Jack: What? Mini didn't wait and pinched him. Jack: Aghh!! Mini: Oh your in real!! AAA!!

Jack: Who are you? (Rubbing the pinched area)

Mini: Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Mini. I mean Dr, Soudamini Sen.

Jack: Doc? Never seen before. But why are ya here? Did ya firnd any paitient?

Mini: Oh no. Just watching the beauty of the sea. What about you?

Jack: oh...yeh... Actually I need a ship. To go for trade. (With an attitude)

Mini: yeh, I know police are searching for you. Don't worry I'll help you to escape.

Jack wide his eyes for a while then he change his expression to his usual one.

Suddenly he saw some police and he moved the ship in other direction. There was many hustle bustle. Mini was enjoying the ship ride.

Mini: Wow it's awesome! You are too good!

Jack: This ship is good. Is it yours?

Mini: No. It's Cutler's.

Jack: WHATT!!!! Cutler Becket?

Mini: Yes. He give me permission. (Mini said casually)

At Port Royal,

Cutler was walking in anger.

Cutler: I told her...I told her not to come Infront of his majesty. But Mini being Mini...Now where had she disappeared nobody knows. What is she upto...who knows? Brainless kid.

At the ship,

Jack: But why did he gave ya this ship?

Mini: Oh, I'm his best friend. He always listen to me.

Jack: Really? Lord Becket make friends? What negotiation he did with you?

Mini: Nahhh!! Nothing negotiating.

Jack: (taking his bottle of Rum) once we had a friendship.

Mini looked at him.

Jack: We first met at Calabar. I was working for EITC. He was really hard working and ambitious person. He is capable to run a company. I don't know how rich and sophisticate people behave, how they dress, how they talk, how they walk. He was the first person who taught me table manners. Now it helps me to fool those policemen. At this matter, I'm gratefull to him.

Mini: Seems like you both had a good relation.

Jack: He was the first one who made me Captain. But I didn't know it was his trap to fulfil his own ambition.

Mini was about to ask something, suddenly "OH NO!!!"

Jack moved the ship suddenly, Mini stumble for the sudden move. She looked behind and find the police officers behind them. Jack keep moving the ship and making the police men confuse and after sometime, they both get far enough from their sight.

Mini said in excitement, "WOW JACK!! THAT WAS SUPERB!!

Jack laugh.

Mini saw the P mark on his hand.

Mini: Jack, You are not suppose to be a pirate. Then why did you choose this path.

Jack paused for a while and said,

Jack: Because Your best friend didn't leave any other option for me.

Mini: (sigh) I can understand.

Jack: (looking at the sea) I'd heard the screams of those cargo, I myself felt the same pain. How can I let them suffer.

Mini: You did right to release them. (patting his shoulder) Good job Jack.

Jack smiled to her. Jack said while sipping his rum, " He didn't listen to me once"

After freeing the cargo, Jack arrested and brought Infront of Cutler. Cutler was boiling in anger. He came to Jack and asked in his cold voice, "Did you freed them?"

Jack looking to Cutler's face and answered , Yes I did. Cutler looked away and press his finger's on his forehead in frustration. Jack continues.

Jack: Sir, The cargos are not suppose to slavery. It's the most flirtiest things ever.

Cutler's blood is boiling. "I DON'T CARE!" He almost shout, which always be in clam voice.

Everyone shivered there place by hearing the roaring voice for the first time. He rush to Jack and hold his collar, "Why did you do that?"

Jack: Sir, I can explain this to ya.

Pnewallow: Mr. Becket. I helped you when your own father abended you. I saved you from those pirate. This is how you repay this? This put the black mark on your career, I myself will make sure that you won't get any promotion.

Saying this Penewallow leave this place in anger.

Jack: Sir, Just listen to me once. I had a valid reason.

Cutler pushed Jack. He closed his eyes and inhale deeply.

Jack: Sir, He is using you for take and grant. He in using your source and power for his own greed. We are suppose to do trade not in slavery business.

Cutler: SHUT UP! JUST SHUP UP! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING. YOU RUINED MY CAREER, YOU RUENED THE ONLY CHANCE TO PROVE MY... PROVE MY WORTH TO JONTHON BECKET!"

Jack: You also betrayed me Cutler Becket. You said that ship was your personal ship but you hide the secret room for cargo. You are also a traitor.

Cutler: I didn't do anything wrong.

Jack: Just Listen to yourself Sir! You impure the ship by doing the filthiest business ever. They are humans for god sake! Cutler looked at the Ship. It was old ship, but it has very beautiful potentials. He stare the ship for a while and said , "you love the ship, right Jack? You destroyed my dream. I'll snatch your position, your title...your ship. I'll make your life a hell." Cutler said this as if he is lost. As if he is not in sense.

Cutler: Burn the "wicked winch".

As soon as the the order came from his roaring voice, Everyone rushed to fulfil the order. Jack saw this. He got scared. He got restless.

Jack: Sir, Don't be mad. Just listen to me once. You are doing wrong.

Jack was continuously pleading. Cutler's face has blank expression. He is not hearing any word of Jack. Seems like he is lost somewhere. His eyes are feliing with aggression. Jack saw his beloved ship is burning Infront of his eyes. He felt someone uprooted his heart from his body.

Jack shout in pain and said to Cutler, "You bloody baster! Whatever the pirate did with you was absolutely correct. Your dad did absolutely right to not saveing you."

Jack said without knowing the deept meaning of those word, But now Cutler completely lost his control.

Cutler: SHUT UP....JUST SHUT UP....!!

Cutler rush to the fireplace and take something from them. He is holding a burning alphabet. It's like P . He approaching to Jack. He was looking like a maniac. Jack's flesh is burning and making mark of P. He was screaming in pain. Cutler pressed this more to Jack's skin. After sometime he pull the P away from Jack.

Cutler: DID YOU FEELING THE PAIN? I ALSO FELT WHEN YOU....(pause for littler longer. seems Jack dug the old scar of his past) He manage himself and drag Jack to the dock. He point his finger and said, "LOOK THERE YOUR SHIP IS BURNING..."

"NO!!" Jack shout. He pushed Cutler and jumped on the water. Everyone is searching for Jack. Cutler shout, "Arrest the filthy pirate." That was the last word Jack could heard from him. He looked at him. He could see a madness in his eyes. He was tembling in anger. Jack still remember that aggression in his eyes before drowning under water.

Fb ends.

Jack: I have to go, Doc.

He was about to go. But Mini called him. Jack turned.

Mini: Last question, Do you still hate him?

Jack halt for some time and said, I hated and will always hate his decisions from that day till now.

Jack jumped from the ship and go away. Mini stare to his going figure.

Mini: Cutler did this all wrong did without realizing. I'll make him understand.

Cutler is looking tensed for Mini. He was walking restless in his bed chamber. Suddenly he heard a knock. Cutler thought it is Mini. He open the door but shocked to see the person.

The King approached to Cutler and said in stern voice, "Where is that girl?"

"Who?" Cutler casually asked.

At that moment Mini rise from behind of his majesty, putting her index finger on her lip indicating Cutler to keep quit. Cutler saw that in wide eyes.and grasped slowly.

King: You better know Lord Becket. That pirate girl.

Cutler: I.... don't know.

King: Really?

The king said while coming inside make cutler move backward, I saw her at this ship in pirate cloths.

Mini was also came with his majesty by following him.

King: I can sense her...

He turn around. Mini, in the snap of time moved from his behind and go to Cutler. He was searching here and there. Mini huged Cutler. Cutler separate himself.

Cutler: (whisper) Where had you been?

Mini was about to answer then Cutler watch his majesty turning. He lift Mini by her waist and placed her on his bed in order to hide her.

King: I found the news that she is in port royal. I want you to catch her as fast as you can. I want to see her in my prison.

He said while going to the door.

Cutler: Sure Your Majesty. Good bye... have a safe journey.

Cutler closed the door and finally become relax.

Mini: shoo!! That was closed!!

Mini said while muching an apple. Cutler moved to his bed. He give a small smack on Mini's head and said, "Where had you been all day? Do you know how much tensed I was? And why are you wearing this cloths? who gave you these?"

Mini rubbing her head, "Ouch! Relax Cutler. I was with Captain Sparrow."

Cutler: Sparrow!! Jack Sparrow??? you were with that Pirate Jack Sparrow all time??

Mini: Aghh!! stop screaming. You are going to make me deaf.

Cutler: Whatever, You were with Jack. The most wanted pirate. That means he is still in port royal. I have to catch!

Mini: whoa... whoa...whoa...Wait. (holding his hand) Where are you going?

Cutler: I'm going to arrest him. Now let me go.

He free his hand from Mini's grip and rush to catch Jack.

Mini: Come on Cutler. He is really sweet. I liked him a lot.

Cutler halt for a sec.

Cutler: You like her?

Mini said this casually but when she saw cutler she can sense a pinch of jealousy in him. Mini thought to do some mischiefs.

Mini: Yes. He is my hero.

Jack: HERO!! In which angle he looks like a hero?

Mini: Just look him with my eyes. oh what a conversation it was!

Cutler: Conversation! What did he said to you??

He said while raising his one brow.

"ISSHH!!" Mini ran from there while acting like she is blushing. Cutler was totally perplex. After some time he came to his sense and ran behind Mini while, "Mini, What did he said to you? Mini please tell me...MINI!! wait!!"

They both are running at the Endeavor ship. Here a mysterious person was glaring them.

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