( Inspired by an AO3 fanfic I saw but a lil different... to which I have yet to make an account on there [] Speckett — Captain Jack Sparrow x Lord Cutler Beckett [] Jack's 63, Beckett's 57, Gibbs is 69 )

~Ha! A Pirate Lord and a Lord of the East India Trading Company? Who would've thought!~

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The horizon set in the distance, casting a warm orange glow all across the sea as the waves crashed against each other in the deeper parts. Water birds skimmed the top, some even diving in to gather fish.

Waves crashed against the Black Pearls hull as it headed to her Captains favorite island in all the Caribbean; Tortuga. The blackened vessels dark sails were open, gathering wind and making it faster than a regular brigantine, sloop, or whatever other kinds of ships there were.

Her captain, Captain Jack Sparrow, was a very busy man. He had just finished a 'very important adventure' and was headed to the popular pirate haven to reward himself and his crews success.

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Tortuga Island, the Caribbean Sea. 1740s.

Tortuga was brustling with chaos. Pirates aboard the Pearl were unfazed by the yelling, screaming, gunshots, cutthroats, pillagers, stealers, and all the other sorts of colorful characters and scenes that resided here.

The ship was carefully and safely docked. Once the gangplank was lowered, many of the Black Pearls members hurried off and scurried to who knows where; whether it be taverns, shops, or brothels. Jacks trusted, loyal first mate, long time pal, and family friend Joshamee Gibbs waited for his friend before decending with Jack to a tavern called the "Faithful Bride". A rather famous bar among the pirates that visit this establishment. Gibbs went off to join the other crew members that chose this wonderful, yet horridly smelling, probably-more-ale-than-floor tavern.

That meant Jack was left on his own. Jack being left on his own meant he could do Jack things. Like, say, get drunk enough to be stupid and waste his money away, whether it was on gambling or not. It was exactly his intentions until someone he thought familiar caught his eye; a short man, shorter than himself, in a wide-brimmed hat. His face was long with gray eyes that seemed to be zoning out as the man stared at the table. Short brown hair was upon his head and not the powdered, hideous white wig. Now Jack recognized who this is; Lord Cutler Beckett of the East India Trading Company. What was he doing here? He hung pirates for a living and made it his whole life mission to rid of pirates of the seven seas, so what was someone like Beckett doing in Tortuga?

Beckett seemed more depressed than what he typically acts like; Ambitious, cold blooded, all bloody bossy and the whatnots... he didn’t look to be any of those. Nor did he seem like he wanted to murder the Sparrow, or atleast come at his throat like on any other given basis.