Lord Cutler Beckett
Mr. Cotton's Parrot
Its nothing personal, Jack. It?s just good business
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Post by Lord Cutler Beckett on Nov 19, 2007 22:54:54 GMT
" Please, Amandine, please ... silent please, please ". He asked to her coming undone of her, moving away to leave of the camera. It could not any more, the loss of his son was destroying it and was feeling that he was changing and could not allow it. Cutler Beckett had always been an ambitious man, a man who only wanted the power and who was capable of killing to obtain what he wanted.
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Post by amandine on Nov 19, 2007 22:59:04 GMT
Amandine turned around, "You asked." She said sharply, and watched as he made his way to the door, "Don't leave me." Her voice was soft and hurt.
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Lord Cutler Beckett
Mr. Cotton's Parrot
Its nothing personal, Jack. It?s just good business
Posts: 750
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Post by Lord Cutler Beckett on Nov 19, 2007 23:05:50 GMT
"Leave me alone".His voice transformed in a block of ice, did not look at her before going out of the camera. It put himself on his robe and opened the door. "I will be whole the day in the company, do not waiting for me that to eat, I will come late.
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Post by amandine on Nov 19, 2007 23:09:29 GMT
She walked quickly to the door, "You can't ju-!" She started to yell, but stopped. Amandine shook her head, and slammed the door. Her weak and trembling body made its way to the bed. In her right mind she knew fighting wasn't going to help her.
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Lord Cutler Beckett
Mr. Cotton's Parrot
Its nothing personal, Jack. It?s just good business
Posts: 750
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Post by Lord Cutler Beckett on Nov 19, 2007 23:30:29 GMT
Cutler Beckett sighed when it went out of the camera, his servants were up to him when they saw it in the corridor. " Prepare my bath, I have to leave to the Company, rapidly, do not have a lot of time ". He said without looking at them, without corresponding to the greeting. Only they saw as the small figure of Lord Beckett it was walking with wide steps towards his study, his study that was the only place where it could be in these moments.
[yes, please my dear]
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Post by amandine on Nov 19, 2007 23:40:10 GMT
Amandine layed in bed, staring at the ceiling. Tears coming from the corners of her eyes. He was supposed to be here, holding her hand, telling her it was okay. He wasn't though. Amandine bit her bottom lip, and stifled a sob.
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Lord Cutler Beckett
Mr. Cotton's Parrot
Its nothing personal, Jack. It?s just good business
Posts: 750
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Post by Lord Cutler Beckett on Nov 20, 2007 0:08:42 GMT
Cutler Beckett before leaving to the company, wrote a letter, a letter that was expressing really what he was feeling. Sealed it with his ring and it is delivered to one of the maidens of his wife.
Darling Amandine;
I want to communicate to you that I leave, embark in the Endeavour this evening in the first hour. I have decided to go away with the company in a trip of exploration that lasted three months. I feel that thing about your son,
Sincerely yours
Cutler.
" I want that my baggage is moved to the Endeavor in the first hour of the evening ".
Ordered his servants while they were helping his Lord to put himself on his layer. Did they deliver to him his cane and his black hat of three peaks and without saying goodbye of Amandine, left the mansion.
He know that the letter had been very cold, but was the only thing that could express in those moments and could not express the pain of the loss of his not born son.This would be to show his weakness....Mounted in his white horse and it went out to gallop towards the Company
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Post by amandine on Nov 20, 2007 0:15:37 GMT
Hours too late, Amandine recieved his letter. Her eyes welled up again, and she cursed rather unlady like.
She jumped out of bed, and walked quickly down the corridors to see if Mr. Mercer was still present, "Mr. Mercer!?" She yelled, and ran down the stairs.
Nothing.
"Damn it." She closed a hand over her mouth. He was gone, and she was alone to deal with the pain. Her heart sank she couldn't be alone...
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Post by Ace on Nov 20, 2007 11:46:01 GMT
Niamh had gone to her ship and sailed away, but something pulled her back in Port Royal. She didn't know what it was, but she had always listened to her gut. So whe went back, she and her crew. So once again Niamh was walking the darkening paths of Port Royal, trying to keep in the shadows. Slowly she followed the road to the mansion where she knew Lord Beckett and his new wife lived. She was mad to go there, surely she would be hanged. But there were fewer guards present that there usually was. She could walk straight in. And she did...
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Post by amandine on Nov 20, 2007 11:51:04 GMT
Amandine was crying on the steps, hands over her face, as the letter lay next to her. She couldn't believe Cutler had left for three whole months.
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