James Norrington goes out to sea to capture the brilliant Captain Jack Sparrow and has been missing for months.The Commodore goes through a frightening and terrible hurricane.Trying the sail through the dangerous hurricane...he fails leaving his fin...
As soon as we got off the ship we were both pulled into a grand Mansion.We were hauled into the owners office and when I saw the owner my bottom lip started to tremble.I turn to James and grip tightly onto his shirt.I realised that this was the E.I.T.C (East India Trading Company) Headquarters.
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Cutler Beckett stood sitting on a chair writing down on paper barely noticing us.Mr Mercer clears his throat before walking to Beckett and whispers something into his ear.I step back.Beckett the one I would visit every day and laugh around with.I flinch as he looks up at us.Mr Mercer dropped the Letters Of Marques onto Beckett's desk.As Mr Mercer left the room I tried everything I could to avoid Beckett's eyes.Tears started to sting my eyes but I had no choice but to hold them back.
"I took the liberty of filling my name in." James told him
Beckett lookedat him.My grip tightening.He beckons us to come closer to him.
"If you intend to claim these,then you must have something to trade.D'you have the compass?" Beckett finally spoke
I look out to the balcony avoiding Beckett's eyes once more as they met mine again as he smirked.
"Better,the Heart of Davy Jones." James reveals
Beckett gave us both an shocked look.
"Remarkable." He whispers i surprise
"Then I've won a commission as a privateer?" James asked
"Better." Beckett gave another smirk
Beckett takes the presentation case from the shelf behind him and sets it on his desk. Flips it open as he walks toward the balcony doors. There is a commotion from outside, but Beckett seems to have expected it. James i and I gaze into the case. It holds james' sword. He lifts it out reverently, examines it is symbol of his old life, back in his hands again.
"Reinstatement to your former rank and status, all rights and privileges attendant. And I believe a promotion is due, as well. Do you agree, Admiral Norrington?"
James seems to be getting overwhelmed , draws the sword, rests it over his left arm, point aimed at the heart.
"Give the orders,sir!" James told Beckett
"NO!" I suddenly scream stuttering
"Oh no no no,That would be terribly imprudent. Where is the profit in killing Jones when we can instead add another ship to your fleet?" Beckett insisted
We look at Beckett quizzically.
"The Flying Dutchman." I say quietly staring at Beckett not believing a word he is saying
He opens the doors. Beyond, people on the dock stare at The Flying Dutchman, moored in port. Jones' crew line the rail. Jones, at the wheel, looks up toward Beckett, inclines his head in salute.
"Whoever controls the heart of Davy Jones, controls the sea."
The oblivious Artisian looks up from his work.
"The map is finished, sir." He tells Beckett
Beckett gazes at the map.
"Just the way I imagined it."
James and I share a glance.I smile and hug him tightly.I lean my head towards his chest,my hands around his neck.I turn my head spacing the Flying Dutchman and smile widely closing my eyes.
