random drabble of POTC, [beckett/OC] [private drabble]
 

The door flung open as it fell of its hinges, a young woman stormed in, pistol and sword drawn, the guards grabbed her. Her eyes blazed with rage, a scar on her left eye.

The guards let her go as she kicked them hard, they hit the ground as the young woman rolled her eyes. She crossed her arms, hair whipping about in the wind. She pulled out two daggers and dumped them on the ground, she had a flat chest making it easy to mimic a man.

"Wheres Beckett...He's really starting to tick me off"

Beckett swung around in his chair so he was now facing this, rather rude, woman.
"To what do I owe this pleasure?" Beckett asked, looking harshly at her. Not letting her obvious aggressiveness make him hesitate in the slightest.

"Actually, it should be I that owe you the pleasure, if it wasn't for Admiral Norrington stealing the heart, I wouldn't be here right now."

Watching him, she tossed her effects to the side; seeing the soldiers still writhing in pain on the floor. She sat opposite him, watching him, hand slowly sliding down her thigh as it fingered the hilt of a hidden pistol.

"I want to make a deal...of course I know that you'll decline, hence why I thought it be better to play Pirate then prim and proper."

Beckett looked at her. "I'm intrigued."
He reached for the pistol hanging in the pouch beside his chair. "I'm quite intriqued. Tell me, how is it that you are here because of Norrington and what of this deal?"

"When Norrington gave you the heart, I lost my freedom to kill, now Im stuck following your pathetic orders while you control my captain...now...this deal, you give me the heart, you stab it, you kill davy jones, YOU take over the Dutchman and rule the seas, though obviously, theres that clause of you having to cut your own heart out."

Sighing, she propped her bare feet up on his desk; they were clean, for living on the Dutchman, cleanliness didn't come easily. Though there was the factor that she was swimming around in the water every single day, she watched Beckett.

"And I'm intrigued with what you intend to do having Davy Jones under your control."

Beckett stood up, slowly. He could here more guards coming.
"What I do with Davy Jones is none of your concern and I'm afraid I am quite happy on the land." Beckett frowned. "To your deal I will say this...No. Now I would greatly appreciate it if you left my office."

Kasana scoffed, "Cutler Beckett...I haven't been branded yet, making me not a pirate and still a maiden upon this /voyage/" she said; revealing no 'P' branding mark, she chuckled; watching him as her eyes blazed.

Standing, she leaned on the desk, hands flattened out as she stared icily at him.

"My captain will be released...I can ensure that...I know where the Brethren Court lie as well as Shipwreck cove, as long as Jones keeps his mouth shut as well as I, they'll stop you."

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