Today was meant to be the day of Elizabeth's wedding but the rain had ruined it. She was marrying a solider, named Jonathan after they met a year ago, The perfect pair. Elizabeth finally got the love she wanted.

Milah walked out and watched her friend sit in the rain, flowers by her feet. An engagement ring signed on her finger, will had proposed a few months ago, their wedding has planned for next spring. Milah picked up the bottom of her satin blue dress and made her way towards her friend.

She caught sight of several ships in the harbour and she had that same sick feeling in her stomach, knowing what was happening was defiantly not good. 'Liz' she said and pulled Elizabeth from the ground. 'Everything will be fine' Milah reassured her friend who smiled weakly 'their wedding day is meant to be the best day of a girls life' 'it will be' Milah said.

Before any more words could be shared the doors behind them were slammed open. They both turned Milah's eyes widening when she saw will standing their in irons. 'Will' she said and ran towards him. 'What's happening?' 'I don't know' he said before looking at her 'you look beautiful' 'thank you, but now isn't the best time is it?' She said and he smiled 'your probably right' 'Elizabeth' johns voice cut through the crowd and the blonde haired woman ran into the arms of her future husband.

Governor Swann made his way through the the crowd but two soldiers moved so he was cut off 'how dare you! Stand your men down at once!' He yelled at the man looking over at the ruined wedding ceremony. 'Do you hear me?!' The man turned around the asking off his cloak. 'Governor Weatherby Swan it's been too long' 'cutler Beckett' 'It's Lord now... actually.' He says the the men raise their axes and the governor stepped forward.

'Lord or not you have no reason and no authority to arrest this man' 'In fact, I *do*. Mister Mercer! The warrant for the arrest of one William Turner.' He says handing the governor a piece of paper.

Governor Swann looks over at before looking at Milah and will 'this warrant is for Milah 'Oh, is it? That's annoying. My mistake. Arrest her.' 'Excuse me?!' Milah said as she was grabbed from behind, and put in manacles 'no!' Will said angry but was held back. 'On what charges?' Elizabeth asked, coming to the defence of her friends. Beckett takes another document from Mercer, who is standing with Beckett, craggy face and pony tail.

'Ah-ha! Here's the one for William Turner. And I have another one for a Mister James Norrington. Is he present?' Beckett asks. 'What are the charges?' Milah asks, her annoyance level becoming increasingly higher. 'Commodore Norrington resigned his position a few moths ago' governor Swann said.

'I don't believe that's the answer to the question I asked.' Beckett said but will spoke up 'Lord Beckett! In the category of questions not answered...' 'We are under the jurisdiction of the King's governor of Port Royal, and you will tell us what we are charged with.' Milah spat out.

'The charge is for conspiring not set free a man evicted of crimes against the crown and empire and to condemned to death for which the-' governor Swann stops and Beckett continues 'For which the punishment, regrettably, is also death.'

Milah glances at will 'Perhaps you remember a certain pirate named Jack Sparrow.' 'Captain' they both say together. 'Captain jack Sparrow' Milah says glaring at Beckett. 'Captain Jack Sparrow. Yes, I thought you might. Take them away' Milah and will struggle as they're taken away.

The next day both Milah and will are brought into an office 'Lord Beckett. The prisoners as ordered, Sir.' 'Those won't be necessary' mbeckett says their chains are removed. Milah rubs her wrist seeing the red and bruised marks the chains had left in her skin.

Will looks over at her worried but she mouths 'I'm fine' and he nods, grabbing her hand as Beckett comes towards them 'The East India Trading Company has need of your services. He says offering will a glass of liquor. Will merely stares at it and Beckett lowers the glass 'We wish for you both to act as our agent in a business transaction with our mural friend- mister sparrow' 'More acquaintance than friend.' Will supplies. 'How do you know him?' Milah asks not trusting this man at all.

Beckett pulls a silver 'P' out of the fire 'We've had dealings in the past. And we've each left our mark... on the other. ' 'What mark did he leave on you?' Will asks but Beckett doesn't answer merely throws the 'p' back into the fire.

'By your efforts Jack Sparrow was set free. I would like you to go to him, and recover a certain property in his care' 'Recover. At the point of a sword 'Bargain!' Beckett goes over to a wooden box on a table and opens it 'Letters of Marque. You will offer what amounts to a full pardon. Jack will be free, a privateer in the employ of England' 'I doubt Jack will consider employment the same as being free.' 'Freedom. ' Beckett says before closing the box and walking outside.

Milah and will glance at each other before following him 'Jack Sparrow is a dying breed. The world is shrinking, the blank pages of the map filled in. Jack must find his place in the new world or perish. Not unlike you, Mister Turner. You and your fiancée face the hangman's noose.'

'So you get both Jack *and the black Pearl.' Beckett's eyebrows furrow 'the black pearl?' 'The property you want that he possesses' Milah supplies 'A ship? Hardly. The item in question's considerably smaller and far more valuable.'

'Something Sparrow keeps on his person at all times. A compass. ' Milah and will glance at each other, knowing exactly which compass he wants 'Ah, you know it. Bring back that Compass, or there's no deal.' Milah and will look at each other as he walks away.