Wood and glass exploded around Beckett's head, but he hardly noticed. His ship was being blown to bits and all he cared about was the mind-numbing pain he felt over his failure.

Endeavour- it meant striving to accomplish, yet everything he had worked for was now being blasted away by the Black Pearl and the Flying Dutchman's cannon. Everything gone. The pirates would be free again and the world would soon forget the East India Trading Company. The empire he worked so hard to create, destroyed.

He was just a pawn like everyone else in the game of Fate. He'd lost.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he recalled the words he'd said before everything had collapsed.

"It's just… good business." It was the end of his reign.

Author's Note: So this was just a tiny drabble for the challenge of the week at the Broken Compass- the word was reign. Let me know what you think, I appreciate constructive criticism.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean blah, blah, blah, you know the drill.