I am a Pirate

The Song

The line seemed to never end. It continued on for eternity with no hope of ending the continual suffering. And I sat there with a stony expression next to Lord Beckett, who seemed very pleased. The pile of maps and charts were scattered across the table along with a luxurious meal which was now cold and untouched.  The scene unfolding before me seemed to affect my usually large apatite. It, in fact, made me sick. Hundreds o men and women and children were chained and hanged, being denied all basic rights. Beckett made sure of this. The crime of piracy was death without trial. Meaning any suspicion of piracy meant certain death. I knew why Beckett desired my company for this deadly occasion. He had been trying everything to get me to crack under his pressure.  This only thing keeping me alive was my tongue. 

I could only reveal what would keep me alive for a couple of days. Major pirate ports and villages were being attacked on behalf of me. But small ports and commoners were not the prizes I knew Beckett wanted. I sat across the table from Beckett who was drafting more amendments to suspend any rights under laws protecting acts of piracy. It had been a couple of months since my time on the Dutchman, and since then I've been forced to behave in elite English class life. I wore a light green gown adorned with much detail. This would certainly look beautiful on young women such as Elizabeth Swann, but to me, it was so incredibly foreign and uncomfortable. Another way to make me behave possibly. 

"We shall attend an honorary dinner for Commander Norrington this evening." Beckett announced handing a sealed envelope to a soldier on his right, "I'm sure you would appreciate seeing a familiar face after all of this ordeal." 

I didn't reply. I never replied unless it was to save my or someone else's life. But the silence was good enough for the Lord. "You may go back to the estate to make yourself presentable for the event." He added looking my direction. Again silence. I continued to watch as the innocent lives were taken. Never ending

"This must be too much for your heart to handle," Beckett frowned mockingly "Best to end your suffering for now." 

At this, I turned my head. How little he thought of me, or any woman and their strength. How a fire in me was raging and burning every day more and more. But I had to keep myself together. He wanted me to explode just so he could act on it. But as long as I would keep silent, I would have just a small bit of control in this hell. "Off you go." He ordered looking back down to his paperwork.

I sighed, pushing my chair back to stand up. The guards charged with me walking behind and ahead of me as I made my way out of the courtyard when a voice made me stop in my tracks. A young voice...and a song. My chest tightened as the words of the song slowly became stronger and louder as others joined into the young boy's soft melody. The song has been sung. 

The soldiers became nervous around the prisoners who shook their chains and stomped their feet to the words. A soldier ran to the balcony which Lord Beckett sat and I watched as my heart was racing. 

"Sir, they've started to sing..."

"Finally" 

The late afternoon and early evening were spent in my personal chambers, guarded by four men of course. I had a sweet young girl charged to prepare me for this evenings event. I sat in a now cold tub looking out the window towards the sea as she combed through my hair. It was relaxing, and it reminded me of when Elizabeth had taken care of me after my first escape from the Dutchman. When Jake told me he loved me. 

Questions of Jake seemed to always appear in my head. If what I was told is true, my undead father and his crew were trying to bring him back...but having experienced this for myself it seemed folly.