The Son Of Captain Jack Sparrow (An OC X Pirates Of The Caribbean Harem Story)

Chapter 13: Cannibals

Beckett could be seen using a cane to stoke the fire in his fireplace. Will is escorted in by some soldiers.

Redcoat: Lord Beckett, the prisoner as ordered, sir.

Lord Beckett: Those won't be necessary.

Soldiers remove Will's shackles and leave. A map of the world, unfinished, drawn onto the wall itself, dominates the office.

Will: Do you intend to release Elizabeth as well?

Beckett: That is entirely up to you.

Will: Really? Then I'll just pop out and tell the guards to let her go.

Beckett: That is entirely dependent
on you. The East India Trading Company has need of your services.

Will: What is the East India Trading Company doing in the Caribbean?

Beckett indicates the map on the wall.

Beckett: It would not be in the best interests of the Empire to be bound by matters of geography, would it? After all, when goods do not cross borders,
armies will.

Will is not keen on Beckett's economic lesson.

Beckett: We wish for you to act as our agent in a business transaction with our mutual friends, Captain Sparrow and....Little Sparrow, as some like to refer to him as

Will: More acquaintances than friends. How do you know them?

Beckett: We've had dealings in the past. And we've each left our mark on the other...Sparrow I mean, his Son isn't involved with why I really need him.

He turns it so that Will can clearly see the cane's tip, which has a raised, reversed capital 'P' on the end.

Will: What mark did Jack leave on you?

Beckett: By your efforts, and some other acquaintances of yours, Jack Sparrow was set free and those other criminals left with him. I would like you to go to him and recover a certain property in his possession.

Will: Recover, at the point of a sword?

Beckett: Bargain. To mutual benefit and for fair value.

Beckett moves to a case and removes a set of papers, elaborate in design, signed by the King of England.

Beckett: Letters of Marque. You will offer what amounts to a full pardon. Jack will be free, a privateer in the
employ of England.

He tosses them to Will as he moves to the doors leading out to the balcony.

Will: For some reason, I doubt Jack will consider employment to be the same as freedom.

Beckett:....Freedom.

Outside, an oversized town-square clock face is lifted out of a cargo
hold, onto the dock. Beckett watches from the balcony rail.

Beckett: Jack Sparrow is a dying breed. The world is shrinking, the blank edges of the map filled in. Jack will have to find a place in the New World, or perish. Especially since he has his young boy with him

He turns and focuses on Will.

Beckett: Not unlike you. You and your fiancee face the hangman's noose. Certainly that's motivation enough for you to convince Captain Sparrow to accept our offer. And for you to accept, as well. Mr. Turner?

He extends his hand, and Will reaches out to shake it.

Will: You'll get both Jack....and the
Black Pearl.

Beckett: The Black Pearl?

Will: The property you want that he
possesses.

Beckett: We have plenty of ships. The Black Pearl is of no interest to us. No,
Mr Turner, the item in question is
considerably smaller and far more
valuable, something Sparrow keeps on his person at all times, a compass.