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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
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Hiding

            James and Bonnie sat quietly in the dark corner of a bar away from the loud noise and brawls of the locals and sailors of the port. Bonnie held her baby bundled up in a warm blanket close and securely against her. They were waiting where Jack had left them a few hours ago having indicated he was going to look for a place for them to stay but he hadn’t yet returned.

            It seemed the brawl was getting closer to the three and Bonnie was becoming concerned for the safety of the baby as she tried to keep the small ones face covered with a corner of the blanket so the noise wouldn’t bother her to much and none of the flying debris might accidentally strike her.

          “This is ridiculous. We’ve been waiting here for hours for that idiotic moron.” James said having had just about enough of this nonsense. He stood up from the table and Bonnie quickly grabbed his jacket sleeve.

          “Where are you going?” She asked quickly.

          “I’ll only be a moment, wait here for me darling.” He said as he took her hand and patted it reassuringly.

          “James please, Jack said to wait here for him. I’m sure he’ll be back soon. He wouldn’t have forgotten about us.” She begged worried that they were already separated from Jack and not wanting to get separated even more.

          “It’s alright. I promise, I shan’t be long. Just stay down and don’t speak to anyone.” He said as he leaned over kissing her head and rested his hand on her shoulder before he turned and walked away.

            Bonnie had a sinking feeling in her stomach as she watched the chaos that surrounded her and her baby. It was one thing taking care of herself but now there was a child in her arms and it wouldn’t be easy to defend them both and keep the little one safe at the same time. She scooted more towards the corner and wrapped the baby up a little better rocking her gently. “It’s okay, they’ll be back soon.” She said talking to the baby but perhaps trying to reassure herself more.

          “HEY!” Bonnie jumped a little as she looked over seeing a tall and grumping looking individual looking her way. He was holding a large bottle of spirits in one hand and a gun in his other. She frowned as she looked up at him wide eyed not sure what to say or do. “You’re in my seat.” He growled.

          “oh . . . oh I’m sorry.” She apologized. The thought to move was there but she was simply to frightened and her body felt like it was made of led. She was unable to breathe much less remove herself from the spot she had taken up. She found her arms holding her baby closer and her eyes glued to the man who had approached them.

          “Aw leave her alone Morry. Might be nice to have a bit of female company for a change. Look at her. All nice and clean, got all her teeth.” Another man approached her that seemed a bit more sure of himself. A little more like Jack in his confidence and the way he spoke, but Bonnie was uneasy instantly as soon as he appeared. He walked right over to her without a moment’s hesitation and leaned over smelling her as if she was a flower or a freshly brewed stew. “Smells nice too.” He sat down in the chair next to her and motion for the man who had addressed her first to sit down as well. Several other men approached and sat down about the table making themselves at home without asking her if it was alright.

          “RUM! RUM HERE!” The man called out as he began to beat the table wanting service. When he did this he disturbed the baby and she began to fuss. Bonnie was afraid that it might upset the men that surrounded them and she began to rock her and bounce her a bit.

          “What’s this?” the man said who sat down on the other side of her, reaching over and pulling the blanket back to look as if he had a right to. Bonnie smacked his hand and turned away from him.

          “Stop it!” She shouted at them. “You’re upsetting her!”

            The group of men all had the same taunting tone of “oooooooh” finding her quite feisty and perhaps there was a bit of sport to be had. They started to scoot in and move closer around her and Bonnie who was normally confident enough to hold her own found her heart sink and her body sunk down into the chair.

            Suddenly the sound of a cocking pistol was heard as a gun was pointed straight at the head of the one who seemed to be the leader of the group. The men quieted and their smiles and laughter faded as they all looked up to see a very unhappy man standing behind them ready to fire.

          “Bonnie.” James said indicating that she should get up and move away from the group immediately. Feeling even more nervous than before she quickly stood and walked around beside Norrington who still kept his eyes fixed on the one whom he was holding hostage. James pushed her behind him backing away before they were at a decent enough distance to clear the area without getting a shot or knife in the back. Quickly they exited the tavern and into the streets.

Accommodations

            Jack was the first to step in the door when it slowly creaked open. Dust fell from the ceiling and it was dark. Moving to the windows he unlocked the shutters and pushed them open, causing more dust to fly about the room.

            James and Bonnie who was carrying Mary Jane stood in the doorway looking about. Jack continued to move around the room opening doors to air out the building and let the light in.

            It was a small hut, on the far side of the island, away from the town filled with pirates and sailors and women of purpose. “See, I told ya old Jack would come through for ya!” Sparrow said as he looked out the front window. “Just look at that view!”

            James looked about before starring at Sparrow, “This? You expect us to live here? In this barn!” He exclaimed.

          “Well, it doesn’t look like much I’ll admit, but it’s cozy, isn’t it?” Jack said walking over and looking up at a hole in the ceiling. “You’ll have fresh air and everything. Storm seasons not due for weeks.”

          “You must be insane to think . . . .” James started to roar, only to have Bonnie quickly speak up.

          “It’s great.” She said looking into James eyes, before looking to Jack. “It needs a mend or two here and there, but it’s perfect.” She said with a small smile.

            James seemed as though he had more to say but stopped, Bonnie had made it clear that there was no point in arguing with the one ally they had.

Parting Ways

            Bonnie stood with Jack on the beach, he was going to be leaving Tortuga and heading into town to see if he could manage passage. He looked back towards the small hut, “I’m sorry Bonnie, I wish I could have done better for you. It was the best I could do and keep you away from the town.”

            She smiled a little, “It’s alright Jack. Thank you so much for everything you’ve done for us.” Bonnie said taking his hand. “James . . . James may have some adjusting to do.””She said looking back towards the hut. “But we’ll manage.”

          “Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, it’s no wonder he was able to survive as long as he did as one of us.” Jack said arching a brow, “He’s got soft hands for a man. Probably never did a hard day’s work in his life. Except when he was onboard the pearl.”

            Bonnie smiled, “You don’t give him enough credit Jack. He’s not a spoiled aristocratic brat. He’s a hard worker, he doesn’t give up.”

          “Yours truly can testify to that first hand.” Jack said.

            It was getting time to leave, and Bonnie could see he was preparing to go. “Will you come back?” She asked softly, not ready to say could by to her long lost big brother.

          “Of course, I’m a bit curious to see how that young niece of mine grows up.” He touched her face, “As pretty as her mother I’d wager.” Placing a coin purse in Bonnie’s hand, “Here This should help a bit.”

            Bonnie started to shake her head and pass them back but Jack stopped her, “You keep it. You’ll need to stock some supplies so that you won’t need to go to town often. Stay clear of the docks, I’ve no doubt Beckett will have set a price on you. His unhealthy obsession will have no doubt driven the price up high enough word will spread like wild fire through the Caribbean.”

            She hesitated a moment longer before giving a small nod. Jack hugged her tightly, “Stay safe Jack, Please.” She said softly.

Frustrations

            James sat on the bed with his arms crossed as he watched Bonnie finish brushing her hair out and changing into her nightgown. The candle on the bedside table flickered slightly when Bonnie moved past it and sat down on the bed next to James. She had notice that he had been quiet for the past few days. Hardly saying more than a word or two.

          “What’s wrong, James.” She asked.

            Norrington looked at her for a moment, before slipping further underneath the covers, “Let’s get some sleep.” He said sharply. Bonnie frowned a bit, before nodding and laying down next to him blowing out the candle.

            It was quiet and the air was deathly still. It was obvious that neither of them were sleeping. Bonnie had a feeling that she knew what was wrong, and it only made her heart sink.

          “I should be the one mending this rat hole.” James voice said finally breaking the silence. “Instead it’s you whose been working your hands to the bone to repair this ridiculous run down shed.”

            Bonnie’s suspicions were confirmed. While she had been laboring away, James did as much as he could but could mostly simply watch her work, and he saw to the baby while her hands were worked to the bone.

          “It’s alright James, I don’t mind a little hard honest work.” She said gently.

          “That’s not the point of it Bonnie. It’s my job to take care of you, you and the baby.” He said becoming a bit more frustrated. “Where did you ever learn to do all these things anyway?”

            She paused not sure if she should answer or let the air fall silent again. “I lived on my own for so long, doing what I could to get by, day by day . . . I learned a skill or two.” She said softly, “Things aren’t as bad as they seem, James.” She said reaching out and resting her hand on his arm.

            However he jerked his arm away as he sat up, “And here you are again, working your hands until they bleed, when the most they should do is take care of Mary Jane.” He stood up and started to pace slightly, “Oh, I fell to what I thought was the lowest point in my life when I lost my rank and ended up a deckhand on Jack Sparrows ship . . . but here I found I’ve managed to sink even lower to sit around idle while I let you do enough work for an entire unit of marines!”

            Before Bonnie could say anything he stormed out of the small building slamming the door behind him so hard it made the walls shake and Bonnie shutter.

Field Trips

            Bonnie sat on the small porch of their hut underneath the overhang in the shade as she rocked Mary Jane in her arms. Enough time had passed that the small one room building was transformed into a livable home. James had started to take over the mending and such resulting in fiascos along the way, but he was a fast learner and it wasn’t long before he developed laboring skills of his own.

          “I’m going into town, see what sort of provisions I can obtain.” James said as he walked out of the small house closing the door behind him. “I will be back before nightfall.”

            Quickly standing from where she and the baby had been sitting, Bonnie looked at him. “Aren’t I going with you?” She asked having just assumed they would go together since they first talked about it.

          “I think it’s best if you and the baby stay here. It will be much safer than going into town for the two of you, and we don’t want to arouse any suspicions with the three of us going about a place like Tortuga together.” He said kissing her cheek. “I won’t be long.” He promised.

Unwelcome Company

            Bonnie fed the baby and put her to sleep, and began to light a few candles. It was dusk and the last light of the setting sun was quickly fleeing into night. James hadn’t returned yet and Bonnie was doing her best to stay calm. It was a long walk back to the town and no doubt he was carrying supplies with him which would make the journey home even longer. But still, she was growing more and more nervous as the minutes passed.

          “Certainly have come down in the world, haven’t ya.” Bonnie turned around startled by the voice that broke the silence. Only when she saw the man standing in her doorway she was struck with terror. “Happy to see me are we?”

          “Mercer . . .” She breathed her eyes wide, “How did you find us?” She whispered.

          “The same way I always find you. But let’s not waste time with the sorted details. You’re expected in Port Royal, and Lord Beckett isn’t fond of being kept waiting.” He said darkly.

          “I’ve no intention of going back with you. It was my choice to leave, and I’ll not have my daughter raised in Beckett’s house.” She said sharply. Suddenly, she was overcome with worry. The baby was asleep in her crib on the far side of the room, and Bonnie couldn’t stand not having her in her reach. “Go away, and leave us alone.”

            She demanded, even though there was more fear in her voice then anything. Now that she had a baby, someone else to worry about besides herself, she didn’t want to risk Mary Jane getting harmed. However, it seemed that Mercer had anticipated this. His eyes moved towards the crib, before looking back at her.

            Bonnie’s breath caught in her chest as she couldn’t bare to think what a man like Mercer would do to her baby. Suddenly, she darted across the room heading for the crib knocking the candles off the table, when Mercer threw a knife at her. The handle hit her squarely in the back of the head knocking her to the floor with a hard thump. Which had been his intention.

            Walking over he picked up his knife and replaced it, before looking at Bonnie. “Less trouble if you’re not fighting me every step of the way.”

Pretty as a Rose

            A woman stood in Lord Beckett’s office, a bundle in her arms she held close. Cutler stood gazing down at the child studying her features. Mercer was standing nearby as well.

          “Mary Jane . . .” He said repeating the name that Mercer said the baby had been given letting it roll off his tongue. “She bears a striking resemblance to her mother, doesn’t she.” Beckett said never moving his eyes from the baby. After a moment he covered her head back up and waved to the woman who gave a curtsey and left the office to return to her duties caring for the little one.

          “It won’t be long before one or both of the others show up here in Port Royal once more. Now that my daughter has been brought home, and Bonnie is back where she belongs, I have my doubts that Jack or James plan to give her up without some sort of conflict.”

          “I’ve ordered double guards on the walls, and put a guard on your residence, as well as a guard to stay with the child and nursemaid at all times.” Mercer reported letting Becket know that they were not unprepared.

          “Let the search continue. I would prefer that they were brought in instead of them finding them already arrived.”

Unfortunates

            Beckett sat at his desk starring across at Bonnie who stood before him shackled hand and foot. Her clothes were a bit dirty and torn from the struggle there had been when she was discovered and her attempt to flee. Unfortunately she was simply outnumbered and caught off guard by the agents that had managed to track her down. There were several bloodstains on her clothing as well, somewhere hers from the wounds she had received in the battle and some that wasn’t hers. No doubt from her opponents who were not as quick as she with a blade. “Hardly what one would call a suitable appearance for a lady of privilege, or a mother.” He remarked coldly.

          “I am no longer either thanks to you.” She said sharply. She was tired after the long ordeal she had been through and angry that she had been captured and once more delivered into the hands of this man. The one she had hoped that she had been freed from forever. She had managed to slip from Mercers grasp one more time before the ship they were traveling on left the harbor, but it was thwarted by agents and soldiers of the E.I.T.C. Around her eye and down her cheek was a large horrid black mark where she had been struck near the end of her struggle, giving those who had been after her the advantage and time that was needed to take her into custody.

          “Thanks to me?” He said slightly surprised by her accusation. “Had you stayed here, in the safety of Port Royal, there would be no question of your status.” Beckett countered.

          “Living as your whore?” Bonnie snapped.

          “Is being a mistress to the most powerful man in the Caribbean really so stomach turning to you? You came from the gutters where you just barely survived, and found your way into the dungeons of the fort, giving more than enough cause to have you put to the noose. It was I who chose to deliver you from your fate.” He walked closer to her and looked into her eyes, “Even after you lied to me, and betrayed me, I still found it in my heart to forgive you, and take you and our child into my home. And give you everything you wanted in this world.”

          “You’ve destroyed me! And now you’re trying to steal away from me the one precious thing I have left in this God forsaken world!” She said getting agitated.

          “The responsibility for your misfortunate rests entirely with you. If you would have simply been contented with me and what I had afforded you instead of wondering off in search of greener pastures, then you would not be standing before me in such a state now.” Bonnie wouldn’t even turn her eyes towards him and starred straightforward. AT this point they couldn’t be more irritated with each other.

          “Where is my baby.” She demanded to know not wanting to play games of any sort.

          “Safe.” Beckett said simply. “You needed worry about our daughter’s welfare, she’s very well cared for.” Bonnie cringed hearing him refer to her daughter as “ours” jointly. Seeing how she reacted to this, Beckett made sure to emphasize it especially, “OUR daughter is in quite the best of health.” Her jaw clinched a bit knowing that he was purposely jabbing at her with his words. Beckett stood from his chair and walked around his desk, “Tell me Bonnie, why aren’t you more eager to do something to ensure you’re future with Mary Jane? Hmm?” He questioned. “Your attitude is more or less one that would tend to attract punishment rather than rewards.”

          “Are you expecting me to fawn over you and beg at your feet? To lavish insincere affections on you in an attempt to seduce you and gain your favor?”

          “It would certainly be a start.” He snapped immediately. “You’ll find that in this world, there is only one way. You have to give to get what you want. I would think you would have learned this by now. I have schooled you on it for sometime.”

          “Is this the lesson you would teach my child? That as a woman if she wants something she has no alternative then to sell her soul and give up her body as if nothing more than collateral?”Beckett quieted and his eye twitched at her words. “Is that not what you would have all females learn?”

          “Not all my dear. Just you.” He answered directly letting her know exactly what he meant without mistake. “Most women are not as stubborn as you are. You place to high a price on your precious virtue.” He half laughed, “Virtue.” He said pacing slightly, “It’s nothing more than an illusion, one of many masks that pride would wear.”

            He stopped standing before her and looked into her eyes, “Why is it that you have never fancied me? What is it that makes Norrington so different then I? So much more desirable to you?” She didn’t answer him nor turn her eyes towards him keeping her gaze straightforward. Beckett stepped closer to her as his frustration was starting to show itself a bit, “It was I who found you, who took you out of the gutters, who had you groomed, clothed beautifully . . . why did you choose him over me?” He started to lean closer to her, even now when she had been in a fight and had not had a chance to groom properly in perhaps days she was still intoxicating. Her mere essence made him stir deep within. Before his lips touched hers, Bonnie quickly turned her face away. However, Beckett reached up and grasped her face turning her back towards him, “What is it about me you find so loathsome, so repulsive!” He demanded to know forcefully.

            Bonnie clinched her jaw tight trying to turn away not willing to give him the satisfaction of an answer or any sort of reply. Frustrated to his last nerve with her, he grasped the back of her head and kissed her ferociously, consuming her mouth without mercy. Bonnie tried to pull away but his grip was like a vice on her body. When finally she was able to pry away from his grasp she gasped for air. Beckett smirked at her slightly, “You will learn yet. I promise you. If you wish to have any hand in raising our daughter, you will behave and learn your place. Where it has always been, by my side, in my bed.”

            He snapped his fingers and Mr. Mercer opened the door waving two guards in. Beckett looked into Bonnie’s eyes, “I’ll give you some time to consider your options.”

Dank Darkness

            Bonnie sat on the floor, her arms and feet in chains. Now she’d been captured again, they were attempting to keep her from escaping a second time despite the fact that the last time she had gotten away she had had help from her brother.

            When she was taken into custody, she was the only one to be caught. Jack and James had not been found and Bonnie had been the current priority that was to be focused on. After she had been so difficult to track and find, no one was anxious for her to escape a second time. It was not a secret of Lord Beckett’s obsession with Bonnie. It was quite well know by this time, especially with the search that had taken place diverting time and money away from business affairs. Something that was completely unheard of in the East India Trading Company.

            Her arms were strung above her head where the shackles were welded into the wall. She sat in silence starring at the cobble stone floor. Of course she didn’t honestly think that her baby would be right there, just in Beckett’s office when they brought her in. But still she had harbored some hope of seeing her when she arrived back in Port Royal. Every since she had disappeared from the ship they were traveling on, Bonnie had been heartsick, becoming more and more desperate to get her child back.

            Suddenly, the sound of the iron doors being unlocked grabbed Bonnie’s attention pulling her from her thoughts. When she looked up she found Mr. Mercer entering the cell carrying a case with him. He walked over to the stone block which acted as a bed to the occupants of the cell when they weren’t chained to the wall. Removing his hat he set it aside removing his coat as well. Bonnie noticed that the guards all seemed to have disappeared, making themselves scarce. Slipping away quietly as though they were trying to avoid seeing something that shouldn’t be seen.

            Mercer opened the case he had brought with him and began to take out items one at a time, checking each one and laying them out on the block. They were all ghastly looking devices, sharp and blunt, and terrifying in their own ways. Things that nightmares were made of. A chill ran down Bonnie’s spine as it was painfully obvious whom he intended to use those instruments on.

            Once Mr. Mercer seemed satisfied that he had adequately set out his equipment he picked up a bottle and cloth out of the case. “Seems nothing else has gotten through that thick head of yours. I told you didn’t I?” He turned around soaking the cloth in the contents of the bottle. “To gentle with you, both of them have been, they have. Don’t know your place having been let run wild for so long.” Putting the bottle down, he walked over and pulled the chains that held her arms taught above her head,. “We’ll soon fix that though.”

            With one swift move he covered her nose and mouth with the cloth forcing her to breathe in the fumes it held in it. She struggled a bit but it was no use. Mercer grinned as she thrashed about. “Don’t worry my dear, . . . I’ve plenty of skill to help you change your mind.”

Results?

            Becket stood in his study starring out the window expressionless. It had been sometime since the sun had set now, easily hours. He stood at his large double window on the second floor of his home watching the harbor.

            The door opened and closed quietly and Beckett knew that Mercer had finally come from the dungeons below the fort as he had been ordered to do. “How is she?” He asked as it had now been a week.

          “Perhaps ready to have another conversation, adjusted to make a better decision and give the right answers. She should be much more agreeable this time.” Mercer answered confidently.

          “It’s been a week. Do you honestly think she’ll be inclined to change her mind so quickly when she’s been so staunchly stubborn this long?” Beckett questioned not sure if he believed that.

          “I can be very persuasive when the need calls for it, sir.”

            Beckett smirked and pulled the window closed, “So can I, but I’ve had very little success in . . .” when he turned back and saw Mercer, he stopped in mid sentence seeing him wiping blood off his hands with his handkerchief. Beckett’s eyes went wide as he approached him quickly, “I told you she wasn’t to be harmed severely!” He scolded walking closer to him. “My order was not to be taken lightly, I do not wish her permanently injured!”

          “No permanent damage was done, sir. She will heal and the lesson well learned. Everyone has a breaking point, even her stubborn pride can be cracked if properly motivated.”

Reconsider

            Beckett watched as Bonnie was all but carried in between two guards when he called for her to be brought to him. She was very weak and hardly able to carry herself under her own power. They stood her up before Beckett’s desk taking a step back.

            She looked absolutely horrid. Her skin was pale and gray; her eyes were cloudy and glossed over, and there were several bruises from what could be seen. Who knows what else there was that couldn’t be seen hidden by her clothing. Beckett hardly wanted her treated in such a manner. He had always seen to her needs whatever they were. Even as ungrateful as she was for his generosity.

            Yet he couldn’t show any sign of weakness, not now. Sympathy couldn’t be given for this situation, not if this attempt in teaching her a lesson was to be fruitful in anyway.

          “My dear Bonnie, you aren’t well.” He said sternly, “You’ve had no sleep in days, and only enough bread and water to keep you from death.” Bonnie swayed slightly but caught herself before she fell, hardly able to keep her eyes open. “You would be surprised how long the body can survive on so little, with the proper manipulation. Months could come and go, and still you wouldn’t pass.”

            Bonnie didn’t respond out of sheer exhaustion, hardly able to keep her eyes open. Beckett was barely able to keep his icy exterior seeing she was in such physical distress. The way her lips were dry and cracked showed how parched and dreadfully thirsty she was.

            Standing from his desk he walked around it and stepped close to her speaking in a softer voice. “It’s been a week Bonnie. A full month since your return to Port Royal . . . no one is going to save you, no one can help you . . .except me.” He looked into her eyes, “I am your only ally.”

            A moment past as it seemed she was gathering all the strength she had left within her. Her dry tongue licked at her lips slightly trying to get some moisture so she could speak. “If that is true, never have I heard such . . .devastatingly . . .sad news.” Bonnie’s eyes slowly turned towards him, “You’d rather . . . see me dead . . . then allow me freedom?”

            Even now, in such a state, she was beautiful to his eyes. He started to reach out and touch her face to caress her ever so gently but caught himself and pulled back. “ You don’t want this to continue. I know you are desperate to see Mary Jane . . . I can see it in your eyes . . . .” She turned her eyes looking straightforward again. Beckett could see she was still trying to be stubborn and defiant. This helped spur him onward in his endeavor. “Of course . . . if you would like, you could have another week of the same treatment . . . if not harsher to help you make up your mind once and for all.”

            Bonnie’s jaw began to quiver at the very notion that she would have to suffer more of what she had already been tormented with. Tears filled her eyes at the very thought, but also at the realization that she had come to the end of her struggles. “Well?” Beckett demanded. “What say you?” Slowly her eyes turned downwards, as she spoke in a broken whisper, “What would you have me do?” A small smile started to grace Beckett’s lips seeing that at last he had gotten through to her, even if it had taken some severe persuasion.

Business As Usual

            Beckett sat in his office thumbing through a large stack of paper work that needed attention today. Since James had disappeared, work was even more difficult and there seemed to be three times as much as things weren’t running as smoothly as they had been. Cutler tossed down his quill and leaned back in his chair stretching a bit and rubbing his eyes. He’d been signing forms constantly, and reading so many documents that all the words had started to run together. Shaking his head he picked up his quill and began to write yet again. He had never been one to leave business unattended to or unfinished.

            When his lunch was brought to him, he had worked up quite the appetite and was more than happy to have a bit of food. During the middle of his meal, Mercer came in carrying a case under his arm, and removed his hat. Beckett half glanced upward seeing who it was continuing to eat.

          “And how is the lady of the house doing today, Mr. Mercer?” He asked taking another bite of food.

          “Resting still. The doctor has already been by to see her today and says that she is faring well.” He reported taking the case from under his arm and adding a few more documents to the stack of papers on Beckett’s desk.

          “The wounds and marks on her body are healing?” He questioned still not very happy that she had been injured so badly.

          “Yes sir. And she is cooperating without any sort of resistance whatsoever.” He said closing the case back and putting it under his arm.

          “Good.” Beckett replied. “Perhaps if she continues her good behavior, a visit with Mary Jane should be arranged.” He said wiping his mouth with his napkin a bit. “We shall see if she’s truly changed her way of thinking or if this is simply a show she had decided to put on and nothing more.”

Behavior Modification

            Bonnie sat quietly on the window seat looking out towards the sea. Her red hair was swept up partly in a bun with several curls cascading down her back and around her face. She was dressed in a beautiful white and green gown that complimented her eyes in a stunning manner. Her back was straight as she had been brutally tied into the bodice she now wore and if she didn’t sit up as straight as possible she wouldn’t be able to draw breath.

            Beckett started to pass through the room reading over some documents when he caught sight of her out of the corner of his eye. He paused in mid-stride and gazed at her for a moment. She looked positively enchanting the way the sun shone down on her making her fiery red hair glow.

            Bonnie’s eyes remained starring out the window, watching the horizon lost in thought. Perhaps even memories. She hadn’t breathed a word about her bother the infamous Jack Sparrow, or her lover James Norrington since she was recovered. Although Beckett had wondered about this, it was a passing thought. He had what he wanted for the moment.

            The feel of hands laying on her shoulders caused her to snap back into reality from her thoughts. Beckett stood behind her looking out the window as well to see what had caught her attention. “It’s a beautiful sunset. But it hardly compares to your beauty my exquisite Bonnie.” He said starting to rub her shoulders a bit.

            Pausing a moment, Bonnie stayed still as her eyes turned downcast. “Thank you Lord Beckett.” She said softly and submissively. He half smiled hearing her gratitude for the compliment that he had paid her, even though it was obvious that it pained her to say it.

          “I must admit that I’ve been quite pleased with you and your change in behavior recently.” He said looking at her as he stood beside her. Bonnie felt prickles on her neck and shoulders with him standing behind her like that. Her eyes turned downcast slightly. “I think a reward for your conscious efforts is warranted.”

This caught Bonnie’s attention and she turned slowly looking at Beckett, “What sort of reward?”
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