Audentes fortuna iuvat (VII.)
Title: Audentes fortuna iuvat
Author: GreenEyesPurple
Notes: Big shout out to
ophelivia for proofreading and being the wonderful person she is.
Rating: PG - 17
Characters: Beckett, Nayeli (OFC)
Summary: Two lives. One business.
Disclaimer: Don't own PotC characters - all Disney's!
This chapter "happened" while waiting for the damn bus for two and a half hours. Felt like locking the public transportation bitches in a cage.
However, here is:
Chapter Seven: The Agreement
After they both caught their breath he locked her back in the cage and released her from the irons. He went to the mirror, reassuring himself his clothes sat right after dinner. Cutler’s hand was bruised where she bit him several times - marks of victory. As his breeches and wig were decent again, he turned around looking at Nayeli curiously, chin resting in his palm. She stood in the middle of the cage, half naked and it seemed to him without shame or fear but with a crooked smile on her face.
He thought about how to ask her.
“You shall work for me now or stay in the cage forever” To simple. “Do you want to live or die”? No, that doesn’t sound right either. “What is it you yearn for”?- yes that will do, a trick question. Turn the situation around.
“What …”
“What is it you yearn for? Hm? What is it you seek?”
He looked at her like a schoolboy that saw a cubic equation the first time. She was the variable he the student. It could be solved, definitely, but with which formula? What was she?
“Nothing. I have what I want,” he replied, noticing she turned the game around, not liking it.
“You travel the world and the seven seas for nothing? Everybody is looking for something, my Lord. Everybody wants something, you just don’t know how to ask for it.”
How …? What?
“Ah Cutler Matthew Beckett, you want to know me.”
He shook his head in disbelief, frowning. The food must been poisoned or he was dreaming. Maybe he thought loud without noticing.
He cleared his throat. He had to make the next draw.
“Nice try. If you think your little tricks work you’re wrong.” He paused.
“It’s still Lord, Miss Jones.”
Nayeli’s smile disappeared. She was never called Miss Jones. The sound of it was just utterly disturbing. In a matter of seconds he was leading the game. She was so distracted she lost contact with her inner voices. She licked her teeth, tasting his blood again and swallowed her smile. Her blandishing voice faded and back was the negotiating prisoner.
“Apologies, Lord Beckett. I guess the food sits too heavily on my stomach. But if there is something you want, just tell me. As far as I know you’re a business man, I’m sure you don’t want to waste your precious time.”
He smirked, and started to walk towards her.
“I give you a choice. You can either die or live,” he said casually.
“Live? As your property then?”
“What a smart creature you are.”
A creature was probably the most suitable thing he had ever called her. Every human wants to live and would take the chance. But she wasn’t like others. If she chose death there were so many choices to make. She could serve the Flying Dutchman, which was now under the command of the Company therefore she would again be Beckett’s property. Being on the Dutchman would last an eternity - but Beckett on the other hand. He must be in his prime, so how much longer could he live compared to Davy Jones? And after Beckett’s death she’d be free. She heard human life didn’t last as long as demigods did so she might have some years living free. She assumed in thirty, forty years nobody would look for her. She would just run away.
Of course the thought of killing him occurred, shorten things up. But besides revenge and some brief pleasure there were no benefits. Then he’d be dead and someone else would take his place - who would not give her the choice. And after all, she could not resist the idea of having influence on him in whatever way. She could still go back to killing later. Wait for the crabs.
She knew what she wanted but telling him was like giving an insignia of victory. She felt her throat tighten, not able to say it.
“Come, come now I don’t have all day. My precious time has been wasted on you long enough.”
Seeing her eyes fill up with water like they were part of the ocean he ruled. Beautiful.
“I-I need time to think.”
The closer he came the more she lost her confidence.
“What is there to think about? Live or die. Either way you’ll be property, a thing locked in a cage. You get the privilege to choose, a life in service to an irrelevant monster that locked you in long enough, or a service to me.”
“What makes you so sure that your cage is more pleasant then the bloody ship? Either way I’m bound.”
“Our little dinner made it quite obvious that the woman in you prefers the second choice. Me.”
He began to glare at her again, like he did while he had fed her, making her shiver - the dinner. It seemed as if it lay years behind. She didn’t mean for it to happen like that, something she had long forgotten had took over. Of course Nayeli told herself he had forced her to act like she did, letting her starve for three days, looking at her as he did.
“So I’ll be in this cage forever and you may do what you want with me? That’s a very one-sided agreement.”
“I was more thinking of a symbiotic relationship. Quid pro quo.”
“Siuhm otig … Kid pro kou?”
He looked at her. She shook her head not understanding. Nayeli held on the bars trying not to lose her grip, head leaning between the bars. He smiled inwardly, benefiting from the fact that she lacked vocabulary.
Beckett stood right in front of Nayeli, covering her hands with his to make her look up. He lowered his voice.
“You give me what I want, whatever and whenever I want, and I will return your service. We’ll both benefit.”
He crooked his head, talking to her like he would to a child.
“Do you understand what I am offering you?”
She nodded hesitatingly.
“So what will it be?”
The Nayeli that looked up at him was the same Nayeli that was left on the beach years ago. Helpless, confused and abandoned she made a decision.
“Life.”
Tears running down her cheeks sealed the agreement.
and here are the Previous chapters
Author: GreenEyesPurple
Notes: Big shout out to
ophelivia for proofreading and being the wonderful person she is.
Rating: PG - 17
Characters: Beckett, Nayeli (OFC)
Summary: Two lives. One business.
Disclaimer: Don't own PotC characters - all Disney's!
This chapter "happened" while waiting for the damn bus for two and a half hours. Felt like locking the public transportation bitches in a cage.
However, here is:
Chapter Seven: The Agreement
After they both caught their breath he locked her back in the cage and released her from the irons. He went to the mirror, reassuring himself his clothes sat right after dinner. Cutler’s hand was bruised where she bit him several times - marks of victory. As his breeches and wig were decent again, he turned around looking at Nayeli curiously, chin resting in his palm. She stood in the middle of the cage, half naked and it seemed to him without shame or fear but with a crooked smile on her face.
He thought about how to ask her.
“You shall work for me now or stay in the cage forever” To simple. “Do you want to live or die”? No, that doesn’t sound right either. “What is it you yearn for”?- yes that will do, a trick question. Turn the situation around.
“What …”
“What is it you yearn for? Hm? What is it you seek?”
He looked at her like a schoolboy that saw a cubic equation the first time. She was the variable he the student. It could be solved, definitely, but with which formula? What was she?
“Nothing. I have what I want,” he replied, noticing she turned the game around, not liking it.
“You travel the world and the seven seas for nothing? Everybody is looking for something, my Lord. Everybody wants something, you just don’t know how to ask for it.”
How …? What?
“Ah Cutler Matthew Beckett, you want to know me.”
He shook his head in disbelief, frowning. The food must been poisoned or he was dreaming. Maybe he thought loud without noticing.
He cleared his throat. He had to make the next draw.
“Nice try. If you think your little tricks work you’re wrong.” He paused.
“It’s still Lord, Miss Jones.”
Nayeli’s smile disappeared. She was never called Miss Jones. The sound of it was just utterly disturbing. In a matter of seconds he was leading the game. She was so distracted she lost contact with her inner voices. She licked her teeth, tasting his blood again and swallowed her smile. Her blandishing voice faded and back was the negotiating prisoner.
“Apologies, Lord Beckett. I guess the food sits too heavily on my stomach. But if there is something you want, just tell me. As far as I know you’re a business man, I’m sure you don’t want to waste your precious time.”
He smirked, and started to walk towards her.
“I give you a choice. You can either die or live,” he said casually.
“Live? As your property then?”
“What a smart creature you are.”
A creature was probably the most suitable thing he had ever called her. Every human wants to live and would take the chance. But she wasn’t like others. If she chose death there were so many choices to make. She could serve the Flying Dutchman, which was now under the command of the Company therefore she would again be Beckett’s property. Being on the Dutchman would last an eternity - but Beckett on the other hand. He must be in his prime, so how much longer could he live compared to Davy Jones? And after Beckett’s death she’d be free. She heard human life didn’t last as long as demigods did so she might have some years living free. She assumed in thirty, forty years nobody would look for her. She would just run away.
Of course the thought of killing him occurred, shorten things up. But besides revenge and some brief pleasure there were no benefits. Then he’d be dead and someone else would take his place - who would not give her the choice. And after all, she could not resist the idea of having influence on him in whatever way. She could still go back to killing later. Wait for the crabs.
She knew what she wanted but telling him was like giving an insignia of victory. She felt her throat tighten, not able to say it.
“Come, come now I don’t have all day. My precious time has been wasted on you long enough.”
Seeing her eyes fill up with water like they were part of the ocean he ruled. Beautiful.
“I-I need time to think.”
The closer he came the more she lost her confidence.
“What is there to think about? Live or die. Either way you’ll be property, a thing locked in a cage. You get the privilege to choose, a life in service to an irrelevant monster that locked you in long enough, or a service to me.”
“What makes you so sure that your cage is more pleasant then the bloody ship? Either way I’m bound.”
“Our little dinner made it quite obvious that the woman in you prefers the second choice. Me.”
He began to glare at her again, like he did while he had fed her, making her shiver - the dinner. It seemed as if it lay years behind. She didn’t mean for it to happen like that, something she had long forgotten had took over. Of course Nayeli told herself he had forced her to act like she did, letting her starve for three days, looking at her as he did.
“So I’ll be in this cage forever and you may do what you want with me? That’s a very one-sided agreement.”
“I was more thinking of a symbiotic relationship. Quid pro quo.”
“Siuhm otig … Kid pro kou?”
He looked at her. She shook her head not understanding. Nayeli held on the bars trying not to lose her grip, head leaning between the bars. He smiled inwardly, benefiting from the fact that she lacked vocabulary.
Beckett stood right in front of Nayeli, covering her hands with his to make her look up. He lowered his voice.
“You give me what I want, whatever and whenever I want, and I will return your service. We’ll both benefit.”
He crooked his head, talking to her like he would to a child.
“Do you understand what I am offering you?”
She nodded hesitatingly.
“So what will it be?”
The Nayeli that looked up at him was the same Nayeli that was left on the beach years ago. Helpless, confused and abandoned she made a decision.
“Life.”
Tears running down her cheeks sealed the agreement.
and here are the Previous chapters