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State Your Name	By : MarianTheBlackadder Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 4558 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Captured

            Bonnie awoke to find herself face down on a bed with her arms secured behind her back in a rather uncomfortable fashion. Leather straps bound in two places. Once at her wrist and other just above her elbows, and then her arms that were strapped together, strapped once more against the rest of her body securely so she couldn’t move them at all. She could wiggle around a bit but there was no use in trying to even move her arms an inch.

          “I wondered if you’d be sleeping through.” Mercer said as he stood up from where he had been sitting and walked over turning her on her side so she could see him. Bonnie frowned recognizing him instantly.

          “Where is Mary and Teresa? What have you done with them?” She asked instantly not sure how exactly she’d gotten here but worried about what had happen to the two she had been traveling with.

          “I was charged only with returning you to Lord Beckett in a timely fashion. It’s not my concern as to the whereabouts of your servants.” He said reaching up and turning her face from left to right as if checking for marks. She pulled her face away taking a breath.

          “You’ve no right!” She hollered at him. “I am not a criminal, you have no right to treat me this way or to “fetch me” back to Beckett! He has no claim on me whatsoever!” She said trying to lose her hands but it was a completely futile attempt.

          “Oh really.” Reaching down he placed his hand over her abdomen and rubbed slightly causing her to tense and frown rolling her body away from his hand at his touch. “That’s Company property your trying to make off with.” He said taking his hand away. “By all accounts that makes you a thief.”

            Bonnie could hardly believe what she was hearing as she starred at Mercer. “Property? A child is not property!” She exclaimed.

          “The child belongs to Lord Beckett, therefore can be claimed as belonging to the East India Trading Company.”

          “This is my child! Lord Beckett has no sway over me and no right to anything pertaining to me in any way!!” She shifted from side to side and started to sit up frustrated by the whole affair. “I do not belong to him, and neither does my baby.” She said glaring at the man.

          “Don’t make such a fuss.” He said sitting down next to her and pushing her back to the mattress she lay on. “Had you simply done as you were told to begin with, none of this would have gone so far in the first place.” He said looking at her. “As it was you had to run off and marry Admiral Norrington, provoking Lord Beckett.”

          “How can you do this?” Bonnie said looking at Mercer. “How can you take me back to him knowing what he’s done, knowing that I’m a married woman and that Lord Beckett knowingly . . . gleefully forced himself upon me despite my vows.” She looked into his eyes, “Have you no conscience that you would aid him in his lust and sin by this?”

            Mercer leaned down looking into her eyes. A chill went up Bonnie’s spine, as she could see no soul in this man, she couldn’t feel it. “I’ve no sympathy for prisoners.” He said looking at her darkly. “You were a whore to begin with, marrying into a different station doesn’t change what you are.” He said reaching up and grasping her breast squeezing slightly through her blouse. She jumped at the feel of his touch and tried to pull away but it was useless. His eyes moved over her as though she was nothing more than a piece of meat, taking a survey of the female body that lay before him. “You are quite a well built one at that. Round child baring hips,” he said moving his hand down her leg before back up over her hip, “Strong hips” then over her stomach to her breasts, “Large, plump, firm breasts . . .” He half smiled as he looked at her again, “No wonder Lord Beckett and the Admiral have taken such a shine to you. Beautiful face, and a body like a goddess.”

          “Leave me alone.” She said as she struggled a little hating the way he touched her. It was bad enough having Beckett’s hands on her, but this man . . . this was a soulless, murderous man. That not only took lives, but enjoyed doing so. He enjoyed making men suffer, causing their slow deaths, causing pain. Of all the people in the world she didn’t want to be near, much less touched by, it was him. “Away, away!” She said trying to move his hands away from her body.

          “Overly gentle with you, they are. Both of them I’ll bet. To infatuated with you to know how to really make you behave properly and obedient like a woman should. Show you what it’s like to have a man take you.”

          “If you touch me in such a manner . . . Beckett will know.” She warned. “He will know and so will all of port royal . . . I swear it . . . I swear to you.” She said quickly. He smirked slightly.

          “Be glad he doesn’t turn you over to me, Miss Bonnie. Otherwise you’d learn quickly enough.” He said darkly. “That smart mouth of yours, and that tongue would be put to better use then constantly talking when it should be silent.”

Return to Port

            James leaned against the bars of the cell he was being held in as he watched Mercer and Beckett approach the prison. He could tell by the gleeful look on Beckett’s face that the news wasn’t going to be in his favor.

          “Clever.” Beckett said standing before James. “It was most clever to disguise them as you did, James, but not clever enough.” He said with a chuckle. “Which only leaves the question of what is to be done with you.”

          “I suppose that my head will no longer rest on my shoulders. My neck shall no longer remain in one piece.” Norrington said dryly, certain that he would be executed in some brutal fashion for a variety of fabricated reasons to get him out of the way.

          “My fleet has worked twice as efficiently since you have taken command, and good business has always been my foremost interest Admiral Norrington.” Beckett said taking a step closer to the bars. “The girl was always mine to begin with. Simply return her to my possession by declaring an annulment of your marriage, and you’ll have lost nothing.”

          “Our marriage cannot be annulled, we’ve been husband and wife for well over a year and have lived together as such.” James said in disbelief at the mere suggestion of the idea. “To have an annulment is to say our marriage was a mistake . . .”

          “It was a mistake.” Beckett said with a raised voice cutting off James’ words. “A mistake of the worst sort on both of your parts. Thinks would have never escalated this far had you left her in my chambers that evening, instead of making up stories and falsifying relations that did not exists. The girl has no family except by marriage and I trust that you’ll soon end those relations if you wish to see the light of day and regain what honor you worked so hard to achieve.”

          “What becomes of Bonnie.” James wanted to know realizing that he was up against a rock and a hard place at this moment. “What fate have you chosen for her and the baby.” Beckett just looked at him another moment in silence not answering. James clinched his jaw, “As of this moment I am still her husband and I have the right to know.”

            Beckett considered that before speaking, “Bonnie and . . . my child . . .” he said making a point to emphasize whose child it was, “Will hence forth be part of my household, and once everything is settled, be moved to an undisclosed location, to avoid any awkward occurrences in the future. You do have to make port sometimes, and I don’t think I would want her exposed to the undoubtedly difficulty of your presence.”

          “I want to speak with her.” James demanded.

          “I hardly think that would be possible.” Beckett said cupping his hands behind his back. “Things have been difficult enough for her since her return, and I think perhaps it would be easier if you were to just sign the documents and set sail immediately with the fleet. Leaving things with a clean cut, and severed ties so that we may put all this messy business behind us as quickly as possible.”

          “I have every right to speak with her at least once more before deciding what course of action I wish to pursue. You can’t deny us the chance to at least say farewell to one another.” Beckett arched a brow at Norrington. Actually he very well could deny them that. He was in a position to deny them anything he wished. However, he was feeling generous today. Seeing as how he was getting everything he wanted.

            Beckett glanced at Mercer who gave a nod before turning on his heel and disappearing before Cutler’s eyes returned to Norrington.

Shattered Glass

            Bonnie was taken to James cell, two guards on either side of her. The door was opened, and she was allowed inside. When she stepped in, the door was closed behind her, but it was quite clear that they were still under a watchful eye and the guards remained just outside the door.

            The young woman stood in silence almost afraid to move or say anything, feeling uneasy about her surroundings and about everyone surrounding her since she had been returned. The restraints had been removed, only because they were rather garish and it was preferred that she wasn’t seen in them outside Beckett and Mercer.

James stood, as those who were Gentlemen should when a lady entered a room. His wrists were shackled and the chains were fastened to the wall. He was being treated like a common criminal and it made Bonnie’s stomach turn to know that she was the cause of his torment.

          “I wanted to see you first.” James said finally. “Before I agreed to sign anything. Agreed to his demands.” Bonnie couldn’t turn her eyes away from his and listened as he talked. There was a lump in her throat and she did everything she could to hold her tears back. “I wanted you to know that I did try. I did everything in my power to free you from him, Bonnie.”

            Her eyes turned down a moment as she couldn’t hold her tears back any more. Reaching up she covered her mouth before quickly wiping the tears away from her face, even though it did little good as they were soon replaced by others. “We were never meant to be together, were we.” She said as her eyes turned back towards him. “It seems as though the fates were against us from the beginning.”

            James half smiled as he looked down himself, “I don’t believe in such things, Bonnie.” He said before looking back up at her. “I believe that I chose you to be my wife, and you chose me to be your husband . . . and that makes us meant to be together more than any superstition.” He sighed a little, “It was odds. And a vultures and thieves at our backs that made it difficult for us.”

            She could barely breathe, and it felt as though her very heart was slipping away in these seconds. “Need I sign it too.” She said softly. “Or need it only your signature.”

          “Mine and Beckett’s.” He answered dryly. She nodded once more as more tears flowed down her face.

          “Then it will be done. Like it never was.” She said trying to sound as if it was nothing more than a business transaction. Not the marriage and life partnership it was coming to a wrongful and forced end.

          “I suppose.” James said hardly able to agree. The words were like chalk on his tongue and grit in his mouth. A few minutes of deathly still silence passed, before they suddenly seemed to leap into each other’s arms. Holding fast to one another as Bonnie clung to him and Norrington held her tight against his body.

          “Why . . . why, why is this happening.” She said in agony. “Why am I to have fallen so deeply in love with you that you have become part of my heart, only to have you ripped away from me in such a brutal and harsh manner.” She wept.

          “I love you darling.” James whispered, “I love you with all my heart, and would die for you.” He buried his head in his shoulder. “I’ll find a way, someday to free you from him, my love. I promise.” He held her tighter.

A Burden To Carry

            Bonnie sat at the opposite end of the dinner table from Beckett, her eyes never once meeting his as she didn’t touch a bite. She hadn’t said a word to him since the papers were signed, her marriage to Admiral Norrington dissolved, and James had left to sea.

            Beckett ate in silence and didn’t say anything about her lack of eating, having been expecting some sort of reaction like this. She of course would have to start eating, but a day or two of brooding shouldn’t hurt before action would have to be taken if she didn’t resolve the problem on her own.

            That evening, Beckett found himself with another dilemma. The cooperation that he had received before when she came to him at night at his bedchamber, having to return to her husband by morning, had vanished. What need was there to cooperate with him now? She no longer had a husband that needed protection from him, and she was in no hurry to retire to bed.

          “To bed, Bonnie.” Beckett said finally finishing what was left in his glass of spirits putting it down as he stood from where he sat. She didn’t move and simply stared into the fire. “It is well past time and I think you’ve stalled long enough.”

          “You may retire whenever you wish, it is your household, do as you like. I am not tired.” She said simply continuing to stare into the fire without looking up at him. Cutler arched a brow.

          “Don’t play coy with me.” He stated. “You know what it is that I want from you, and you are expected to give it when I wish. Without question and without complaint. Now shall you to bed on your own, or shall I assist you.”

          “Now that you’ve had my marriage annulled . . . and ruined me completely from being a properly wedded wife, and perhaps a mother one day, you intend to assure my transition into whore. Correct?” She said coldly.

            Beckett looked at her for several long moments, “I realize that you are upset about everything that has happened, but that is no reason to fall into such despair. This is where you have belonged from the beginning.” Walking closer to her he touched her shoulder with his fingertips, tracing over her soft warm skin. “You simply wondered off along the way, but that has been corrected.”

          “I didn’t wonder off. I ran.” She said. “I ran because I despised you. Everything about you. I wanted nothing to do with you. That hasn’t changed.” She said as coldly as ever. She had no intention of warming to him, she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to be here and she didn’t want him to be near her.

            Beckett’s eye twitched as he seemed to have a feeling in the back of his mind, “What’s in that head of yours Bonnie.” He inquired. “What are you thinking?” Reaching for her arm he jerked her up from the seat and glared into her eyes, “Your not leaving me.” He warned. “If you try to, I’ll bring you back. There is nowhere in this world you can go to escape me.” He
paused a moment and half smiled, “If your foolish enough to try and take your life, I promise you . . . I’ll break James in every capacity, humiliate him publicly, and ruin him before I send him to the afterlife to join you.”

            Bonnie sighed and jerked her arm away, “Why must you persist!” She exclaimed, “You’ve won!!!” She shouted at him. “You have me! You have what you wanted!! A trophy for your mantel to show everyone that you always get what you want no matter what and let nothing stand in your way.”

          “Stop this nonsense.” Beckett demanded. “I can accept that you are grieving for your loss to a point, but I will not tolerate blatant disrespectful insubordination.” He squeezed her arm as he looked into her eyes. “It’s time that you accept who you are and who you belong to.” Looking deeper into her eyes he could feel himself stir as the scent of her freshly bathed skin filled his senses.

          “I’m nothing more than your prisoner.” Bonnie stated glaring into his eyes. “And you’ll receive nothing from me except the malicious hatred you deserve.” Her words dripped with venom as she tried to tear her arm away from his hand.

          “Fine.” Beckett said as he reached up grabbing her other arm holding her in place. “You’ll learn to love me in time.” He said unwilling to release her no matter how much she tried to squirm. “Meanwhile, you’ll simply have to be taught your place, and manners.”

Family Ties

            Bonnie sat in silence on the rocks on the beach, watching the waves as they crashed on the shoreline. She’d been there since sunrise, and it was nearing noon now. Ships had come in and gone out of the harbor loading and unloading their cargo. The skies were blue with radiant white clouds that accented them beautifully. It was a scene that no painter could capture with all his colors and brushes or even his imagination. It was something you would have to see with your own eyes.

            There was a cool sea breeze that blew through Bonnie’s hair as the sunlight shone down on the natural strawberry highlights of her hair making the red color shine through. Her eyes were focused on the sea, far off in the distance where she had last seen James ship disappear. She knew he had to go, she bid him to go. It was what was best for him if he was to keep all that he had earned back that was once lost. If he was to keep his very life the way Beckett had threatened. But even knowing that it was to save his life, didn’t lessen the pain of the loss she felt.

          “Lord Beckett wants you to return to your bedchambers.” She heard a familiar voice say. “Prisoners are being brought ashore and he’ll not have you endangering yourself by running about until they are all secured and locked away.” Mr. Mercer stood behind her with his hands clasped behind his back as he looked at her.

            The young woman’s eyes watched the sea for a few more moments before they lowered and she sighed a bit. “Now?” She said softly.

          “Now.” Mercer said in a stern and definite tone.

            Bonnie’s eyes shifted upward to look at the sea once more before she took her shawl and wrapped it around her shoulders standing from the rocks she sat on and turned starting to walk back up on the path that would lead back to the docks and eventually to Beckett’s house. Mercer immediately followed, close on her heels to escort her back.

            When they came to the docks, the prisoners had already begun to be offloaded onto shore. Shackled and chained in a line, documented as they passed the clerk and hustled through to be sorted out into the jail cells. Bonnie hated the way the prisoners were treated, she always had and always would regardless of who her husband or . . . whatever Beckett claimed himself to be to her, was.

            She started to pass by the docket table when she heard a voice that slowed her steps. “Name?”

          “Captain Jack Sparrow.” He stated proudly.

          “Jack Sparrow.” The man at the table repeated as he wrote it in his books. The prisoner quickly leaned over the table and pointed in the book in protest.

          “Captain, that’s Captain Jack Sparrow.” He said very insistent that the man get it right. The man taking down the names of the prisoners seemed as though he had already had a long day or a long life in general and found no profit in arguing and rolled his eyes dipping his quill in some ink and adding the title.

          “Captain, Jack Sparrow.” He said as he corrected the name. “Pirate. Among various other offenses.” The man continued to write in the book. One of the officers looked at the prisoner and looked at another officer before leaning over and whispering something to the man writing in the book. Then, gestures were made and that prisoner was taken out of line by two guards and hustled off to somewhere else.

          “Johnny?” Bonnie whispered as she thought she heard a voice that she knew once. Mercer stepped forward and looked at her wondering what she was doing. Bonnie looked up seeing that her keeper was close at her heels and quickly turned continuing on her way as she headed back towards Beckett’s office. Mercer arched a brow not sure what had just occurred before following after her.
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