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[itslordnow]

@ashortdropandasuddenstop​

Now this was an absolutely disastrous turn of events. As if the storm was not bad enough, having damage to the ship was even worse. His anger stemmed from this interfering with the timed schedule he had set for himself. He looked to the ship, standing on the shore while others worked to try and assess the damage. Surely another would come soon enough to retrieve them. For now, he unfortunately had to wait. Thankfully they seemed alone on this island. 

He turned around as he heard someone approach behind him. While he thought it might have been Mercer, it was actually Admiral Norrington. He looked behind him, seeing the others setting up a camp of sorts. Although, he would much rather be on the cabin, regardless of the damages. His eyes then looked to the Admiral in front of him. “I was wondering of the damages, Admiral.”

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          At that point, it had been a few days since their last close conversation. He had been watching him, quite closely in seeing how he adapted to his new place on the ship as they continued sailing towards Tortuga.  The Captain was immensely curious to see how others would react to the change, but then again it was his decision after all. Cutler approached him, eyeing the rest of the crew before he made it to James. A raised brow was shown as he walks closer. “James,” he addressed with a slight smile, hands behind his back. “You seem to be doing rather well.” 

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The day had been eventful enough. Earlier in that day, they had taken a few prisoners from a pirate vessel and sent it to the seafloor. They then, began making their way back to Port Royal. While it was a late night on the Endeavor, Lord Beckett would never pass up an opportunity to make a deal if it furthered his agenda in some way. It was so sudden that night, Beckett was in his evening wear behind his desk. 

One hand rested on his desk while the other was on his lap. “I heard you had some information that may be of good use to me,” he started, breaking the silence between the two. However, he allowed the silence to regain its prominence for a few seconds before he started again. “If so, I may be able to arrange a different path for you once we reach Port Royal. I can assure you, it would be in your best interests to tell me.” 

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His day was completely unpleasant. In the moment, he felt as if so many things were falling apart. It was something that he knew he had to remedy and fast. The majority of the day was spent scrambling and reorganizing his forces. All he wanted to do when he got back to his place on Port Royal was relax. When he opened the door to his room, he knew that his evening is going to be anything but.

To the Lord, their last encounter was anything but pleasant. “What are you doing here?!” he spoke, very cross with the other’s appearance in his house given their former meeting. 

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          Beckett and James had arranged to meet each other in the evening at a specific time. However, the meeting with Mercer ended up being a little longer than expected. Surely he can wait. The meeting covered what was to occur the following week, logged in the Lord’s notes. After twenty more minutes of detailed conversation, it was over. When the guard opened the door, the other was still close as he whispered an instruction to him. After his words, he then allowed Mercer to leave the room and check the docks for pirates. Beckett beckoned James into the space. 

          “Ah, I am glad you could make it this evening.”

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"Can I kiss you?"

Send “Can I kiss you?” for my muse’s reaction!

"Did you really have to ask, Admiral?" he spoke, his lips formed in a line as he beckoned him closer.

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Do you like tentacles my lord?

"Tentacles are ... tentacles. How is one supposed to like them?"

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is beckett difficult to ship with

          "Not at all, I have reasonable rates."