Some time has passed since Beckett lost the Endeavor, his crew and his old life. It was a miracle that he survived, but to him it feels like his life has ended that day... Nowadays he spends most of his time in a bar on the pirate island Tortuga, drowning himself in alcohol. The people that knew him before, probably wouldn't even recognize him now. There was nothing of the old Beckett left, only a man that seems like he doesn't care about anything.

Beckett slouches in his seat, taking another long gulp of his rum. The usual neat appearance he had, before the events took place, was missing. His hair was disheveled, his clothes looked worn and dirty, and he had grown a beard thank's to not shaving for weeks. One could easily mistake him for just another pirate.