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 21, 2007 14:44:01 GMT
" Lord Beckett!!! Lord Beckett!! "
Groves entered his cabin without calling, running, without importing that disrespect for him.
Lord Beckett lifted his cold eyes of the navigationĀ“s letters and one raised of his arched eyebrows.
" Groves, have they not taught him that calls before entering. Where is your discipline? ". He asked to him with calmed voice while it was looking at it fixedly.
" The Black pearl, the black pearl in port "
Cutler Beckett when it heard his words, his eyes shone and a smile appeared in his lips. He had forgotten all his problems, was everlasting he again, in his mind two words were resounding only. " Pirates and the Pearl ". Rapidly, it released his compass of navigation on the letters and without saying anything went out of his cabin to calm step. Unlike the step of Groves, which was hurried and unstoppable.
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Post by Ace on Nov 21, 2007 15:55:49 GMT
"If I may be so bold mylady... why on earth are you crying?" Niamh asked while silently thinking to herself *I would throw a party*
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Post by amandine on Nov 21, 2007 16:54:56 GMT
Amandine sniffled, and looked at her, "I lost the baby..." She whispered this almost inaudiable. If society knew she was pregnant, they'd know her and Beckett were intimare before marriage. Both of their reputations would be ruined.
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Post by Ace on Nov 21, 2007 17:07:43 GMT
'Sooooo little Cuttlefish has been putting it around' Niamh thought with a low whistle... in her head, bus aloud she said "And that bastard left you alone here..."
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Post by amandine on Nov 21, 2007 17:28:38 GMT
"H-he was here, but then..." She started to sob again, and handed the crippled letter to the woman. Amandine was under too much stress she couldn't handle it.
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Post by Ace on Nov 21, 2007 17:49:57 GMT
Niamh took the letter that had seen better days and unfolded it. She read it and her eyes burnt with anger. She wanted to rip him into pieces. She had know Beckett was a devil, but this was too much. After awhile, Niamh calmly folded the letter and put it on the bedside table. "My lady, you need to rest. And you need a doctor. But when the doctor comes, I cannot be here. I'll come back though, to keep you company... if you like."
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Post by amandine on Nov 21, 2007 17:57:33 GMT
Amandine rested against the pillows, "If that is what you want." She said softly, and closed her eyes. "I want my husband..." She said almost as if she were drugged, then fell asleep.
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Post by Ace on Nov 21, 2007 18:18:55 GMT
Niamh looked at her, she felt very protective of her. Which was insane. 'I'll have his balls for this' she thought angrily.
She looked around and saw a desk. "Now all I need is something to write with" she muttered to herself, being careful to not wake her up. When she found what she was looking for she wrote a note to lady Beckett.
My lady, I will leave now, but I will call a doctor to see you on my way to somewhere.
Just remember that courage, it would seem, is nothing less than the power to overcome danger, misfortune, fear, injustice, while continuing to affirm inwardly that life with all its sorrows is good; that everything is meaningful even if in a sense beyond our understanding; and that there is always tomorrow.
You are strong and you can overcome this.
Sincerely yours
a Friend.
ps. I will come back and check that you are doing alright. it might not be tomorrow or it might be. I'll be here when you least expect it and most need it.
And then she wrote another note, for the doctor. She left Amandine's letter beside her, on the bed, where she would see it when she woke up. The doctor's letter she took with her. She walked out of the house like she had walked in, all the bounty safely tucked in her clothes and the letter in her hand.
She kept her promise, and gave the note to the doctor's maid and told her it was urgent. Then she disappeared into the darkness.
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Post by amandine on Nov 21, 2007 18:24:03 GMT
Hours later, night time, Amandine woke. a small groan escaped her lips. She slipped a lazy hand dwon to her stomach. Wincing, as she touched it. The pain was still evident. Her head turned, and saw the letter.
She bit her bottom lip in thought: Who was this woman? ...Where the hell is my husband?
All thoughts stopped as a maid came in with medicine and food for her.
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Post by Ace on Nov 21, 2007 18:39:30 GMT
Niamh walked down the empty streets, thinking about everything and nothing.
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