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:: Cutler Beckett was walking along the corridors of the company, was much late, he was the only one that was awake, really he liked more the night, it was possible to concentrate better, to be alone, to be in solitude with his thoughts, without the noise of the soldiers to parade the corridors, or the screams of the pirates when they were going to confront his end in the gallows. He, now wanted peace.
After having dinner, he decided to go to his office. Left his frockcoat in his chamber to be much more comfortable, also nobody could see him. In his right hand it was taking an oil lamp and in his left hand a King of England´s letter who was reading it with big interest. His eyes were moving with rapidity, reading every line without raising the sight of her.
Sometimes his blonded eyebrows were arching up when he was reading something interesting or something that he must think further on. The shade of his small figure was illuminated by the walls for the light of his oil lamp. It was the only thing that was seen in the company, and the only thing that was heard, there were his silent steps. When entered his office, scarcely raised the eyes of the letter to deposit the oil lamp on his table, a table arranged perfectly, with everything in his place. Cutler, which more hated was the disorder. Every manuscript was perfectly arranged in a side of the table. His goose´s pens deposited in his inkwells, a small map exhibited in which there were indicated different points of attack, the future attacks that he was going to realize.
:: When put the oil lamp on the table, he took the letter with both hands, read it for the second time until with a sighed double it carefully and keep it in his wooden box, in which engraved had the lettering EITC. His thin and strongs fingers caressed this lettering. A caress similar to when we caress the woman that we love.
Because Cutler Beckett, had only a wife, the company, and a son, the Endeavor. But his thoughts went towards a woman especially, a woman who had returned to tear up the entrails, to come to his heart slowly, crossing it with hardness. Marie..... Marie ..... was shouting his name between screams of anxiety.
In a few seconds it was supported in silence, calmly as a statue, later he sit down in his elegant chair of red velvet. His muscles and his bones rested when he felt the comfortable of his chair. His eyes looked at the fire of the chimney and thinking about all the worries that he had, in all his future projects, in Marie....
He came out the knot of his white handkerchief that was surrounding his neck, because was feeling that was lacking the respiration, was feeling overwhelmed by all sides. His elbows rested on his table and the face was covered with both hands It Had to fall calm, he had always been a calmed man." I have to obtain the control of the Dutchman, with the heart of Davy Jones, have his heart. Under control of his ship and his crew I will be able to attack the Shipwrecks cove, I will be able to obtain the power for that I wish, but..... Marie, Marie.... Because you have returned? ".
He was thinking incessantly. Rubbed his eyes strongly with the hands and rest his small back, on the support of his chair.....
He known that that night he was not going to be able to sleep .... was waiting for him a long night of wake, thinking only about his future and about his ex-wife.....