5AN: Welp, the ending to the story. Let me know if I should go ahead with the sequel to this. I would really love to write it out.
Sailing Sun was fast approaching. By the time they reached the port where Tortuga was, the ships were side to side with one another. He was pacing the deck, looking at the other ship. He was searching for the one thing he wanted, Christiana Turner. Christiana came from the cabin and stared the man in the face.
"How on creation can you call yourself man Harris?"
"Easy, because love called me."
"That is enough Mr. Harris."
There standing at the edge of his boat was Lord Cutler Beckett. Alex bowed and the Turner family, with Sparrow looked on.
"You have the gun?"
"Yes sir, as well as this."
He takes out the sword from his sheath. Lord Beckett shook his head in approval and a crooked smile stretched out across his face.
"You have done me well Harris."
"Thank you sir. There is one slight problem. I have been having a rough time with her."
Alex points over to the young girl. At this point, everyone now started to fit all of the pieces together. Will maneuvered toward the front of the ship, wanting to stand eye to eye with Lord Beckett himself.
"What is it you wanted with the sword and gun? Why are you after my daughter?"
Beckett laughed and looked at Alex with amazement.
"William Turner, it has been a while. Your daughter is lovely. What is she now, sixteen years old? My it has been that long."
Will just gave an evil scowl. Elizabeth took her husband by the arm and together they gave the man across from them an evil look. Jack had Christiana by the arm, hoping she wouldn't do anything stupid like at Croc's Lair.
"Mister Turner, I have a proposition for you. In exchange for your sworn allegiance to the East India Trading Company and capture of one Jack Sparrow, I will make sure your daughter has a loving husband and home to come to."
Christiana had to step in.
"Who would this husband be that you speak of?"
Jack yanked at her arm. There was that 'something stupid' that she just had to do. Beckett looked puzzled. Why was she the one inquiring as to the terms of this arrangement?
"Well little missy, since you have to know, my dear friend Alex here is in need of a good wife."
She knew it was coming. She just had ot hear it from Lord Beckett's mouth himself. She took a heavy sigh and just looked at everything she was about to let go and give up. If it meant the safety of her friends and family, then so be it. She turned back and looked at Alex. He was mad, sick in the head according to her, but this had to be done.
"I will do this under two terms. You let my family go and you give me your word Sparrow is not to be harmed."
Beckett looked at Alex and Alex stepped up.
"Why should we give you anything?"
"Well for starters, if you don't then you have no wife. Second off, I am sick and tired of my friends and family being put through the ringer based on the fact that you of all people want a wife. If that is what you want, kidnapping and death should have never been involved. I will give you what you want on those terms. It's that or no deal."
The family is going nuts at this point, Jack is pawing at the chance to be free, but help out his friends. Alex and Beckett look at each other and then come to terms.
"We have an accord."
Christiana walks off the boat with little struggle. The one thing she loved was now gone. Her love of the sea was tarnished by everything that had happened. She is now getting ready to marry a mad man and the East India Trading Company would be all the better for it. For an odd reason though, love found her, and took her breath away….in the eyes of that same mad man….
…this however is not the end to the story….