A/N Here we are, picking up from the end of chapter fifteen, kind of... Here are some things that happened towards the end of that chapter. Bridgette humiliated herself, James kissed her and said Elizabeth's name. Yikes. Megan has been flirting with Will and is trying to be a lady while we sail the sea towards Isla de Muerta. Well, assume the first movie played itself out. James and Bridgette never made up, Will was pressured into a marriage with Elizabeth How? Not sure we will find out together. Megan is heartbroken and so angry with Elizabeth, Will lowkey confessed. And somehow both Bridgette and Megan aged up. Will we address this? No. Will it affect anything? Also no.

Bridgette and Megan are sisters, we have miraculously gained the knowledge that Bridgette is engaged to Cutler Beckett and we start from the beginning of the second movie. Will we use the script to write scenes from the movie? Um, maybe, if I feel like it. Is this really renewed interest? Yes. Does this mean that I will religiously keep writing? Lol I'll try but I am not making any promises. I've got stuff going on and I've been having a time and I need an outlet hence the writing, I even had my handy-dandy Alexa reminding me to write for an hour everyday.

Another big question you may have? Is Megan here too? Probably only in spirit. She's got her own stuff going on and I haven't talked to her as much as I should be and I haven't asked her to write with me (I'll ask but I don't promise anything) The answer right now is, no. If this changes you will know!

Additionally, it's been like four years since I last looked at this story and eight years since it started. If there are inconsistencies I'm sorry but I'm not gonna look at them all. Should I have just started fresh? That's a definite yes. But, to ensure my motivation it was best for me to start somewhere where it's not the start, ya feel? If you read the last fifteen chapters, get ready for something super different in tone and writing style, I'm no longer in high school! If you read this when this was first being published, leave a comment. I wanna know how you are and what you think.

Also, no, this hasn't been edited. Sue me. It's kinda short but I'm excited to get this out to the masses.

Everything belongs to Disney, except for me and my whims of plot change.

Enjoy!

-Bridgette

Chapter 16 - Everything is New and A Little Weird

This was not how things were supposed to go. I was going to stop the wedding for the sake of my sister and best friend, make a big speech and whisk Will away in order to bring him with me to find said sister and best friend, who happens to be with an individual whose name rhymes with Warrington. I'm still trying to decipher how that happened! But, of course, my plan was busted.

Instead, I've been locked into a cabin on HMS Endeavor by Mercer, Cutler Beckett's lapdog. I didn't even get to watch the whole arrest warrant thing. Instead all I heard was Beckett saying "Mercer, take my fiancé to the HMS Endeavor, make sure she's comfortable" From there I was manhandled into a cabin, in the middle of a rainstorm, and locked in.

To say that I was angry would have been a bit of an understatement, my whole plan! Vaporized! The only ally I had left since everyone left is gone now, he may not LOVE Elizabeth but he's probably not going to NOT go. I paced the cabin like a caged animal, trying to figure out a way to get out of this little prison. I tried slamming the chair to the little desk into the door, I tried kicking it with vicious intent but that damn polished wood door was sturdy. I had just resolved to try my hand at screaming at the top of my lungs when the door was opened.

To my utter surprise, it wasn't Mercer or my 'fiance' it was Groves. I opened my mouth. Closed my mouth. Opened it again, but no words formed. I hadn't seen Groves since before James fled with Megan leaving me with a note that said 'Sorry'.

"Lord Beckett wishes to speak with you." His words were formal and clipped.

I recovered myself. "Groves!" My whisper could probably be heard all the way to Tortuga. "What the HELL?"

Before I could fly at him and rain pissed off fists on his chest he held a finger to his lips. "Shh!" He snatched my arm and started to lead me from the room. I didn't have it in me to resist. "We'll talk about it later! Right now just play the game"

The game!? "What?"

He took a deep breath and gently pushed me up the steps. "Just go with it, please. And for the love of God, don't act like a complete sociopath this time!"

Excuse me? "Don't act like a sociopath?" Groves, how dare.."

"Shut up!" Groves poked me in the back. "Beckett is not as forgiving as James was, acting the fool won't help anyone. So please, don't do anything rash."

I didn't get a chance to retort because we had already arrived at Beckett's large cabin. Is this the captain's cabin? The door was already being held open by Mercer, who sent me a sneer that told me he was not fond of me whatsoever. Groves sent a stiff bow in the direction of the door before spinning on his heel and disappearing.

"Miss Paige, please come in. We have a lot to discuss."

I edged myself through the doorway giving Mercer my own stink eye as I passed him and cautiously took the seat that the one and only Cutler Beckett offered me. There was a time where I would have lost my mind meeting this man.

Okay...maybe I'm fangirling JUST a little bit. I smoothed out the folds of my dress and straightened my back as I settled myself into the chair. In a very uncharastic fashion, I decided to be respectable. "Lord Beckett..."

"Cutler," He corrected, "We are betrothed, it is only fitting that we address each other by our first names."

It was at this moment that I decided it was almost possible to swallow your own tongue. I coughed a few times. Face warming with embarrassment. "R-right" I sputtered trying incredibly hard to regain my composure. I tried searching Cutler's face for ANY indication of any kind of emotion but he simply regarded me with a face that revealed nothing.

"Before we get into anything else, I have something for you." Cutler reached into a drawer of his desk and pulled out a small box, leaning forward to place it in front of me. My heart beat intensely in my chest. Am I excited? Afraid? Is it perhaps indigestion? Hesitantly I reached for the box and opened it with a soft snap.

A ragged breath pushed past my lips, there was a beautiful and large diamond ring inside. I could probably blind and knock someone out with this thing. "It's so big," I plucked it out of the box, holding it between my fingers, the gem catching light from every angle.

"Put it on," My eyes snapped to the man in front of me, a look of proud satisfaction on his face. It seems he interpreted my reaction as approval. I mean it was pretty but the thing weighed a lot for a ring. I wasn't really sure if I did like it...

"But-" He waved a hand in front of his face. Mercer entered my peripheral vision carrying a tray of tea, he set it between us before disappearing once more.

"Put the ring on, Bridgette" I froze, the demand was cool and clipped his tone told me there was no room for argument. Biting my lip, I slid it on. The ring fit perfectly, it was strange to see it glittering on my left hand.

Cutler placed a cup of tea in front of me. I am so screwed. Holy crap, I think maybe my chances would have been better if I ended up with Will on the Flying Dutchman. This man is absolutely nothing like James, how am I supposed to act?

"You've been keeping interesting company, haven't you?" Cutler took a sip from his own cup. "Pirates, a disgraced Commodore." I tried to hold back the wince at the mention of James, who abandoned me without a single word. "Quite the adventure that you got yourself mixed up in."

He was challenging me. I grabbed my own tea cup and took a sip, it was perfect. "I did my best to stay out of things." My mind immediately jumped to Gillette and his multiple stumbles into the ocean, I had to force the smile to stay off my face.

Cutler's eyebrows rose a few centimeters on his face. I had the sneaking suspicion that Groves was not the only soldier I knew on this ship. That clumsy prat told him everything! That little punk better hope I can save him from a tumble into the ocean. "I bet you did."

Instead of responding I took a huge swallow of my tea. This damn ring is so heavy! I clenched the fingers of my left hand wondering if he would notice if I took it off.

Cutler stood from his seat and paced over to the little window overlooking the water. "There is some important business I must attend to. While matters are being settled, you will remain here. I considered leaving you here in Port Royal." He turned toward me, "But once I learned of what you have been up to it occurred to me it would be best to keep you close. There will not be a moment when you are alone. At all times either I, Mercer, Lieutenant Groves or Lieutenant Gillette will be by your side."

I had to lean back in my chair as he paced back over to my seat leaning over the arm of the chair to look me in the eye, "I aim to keep you safe, you are precious to me," His fingers brushed my neck and I could feel myself tense. "I am aware that these matters at hand could place you in danger but I will do anything I can to keep you from harm's way." There was an edge to Cutler's voice that made the hidden meaning all too clear. 'Stay out of trouble or there will be consequences'.

I think this man is going to be disappointed if he thinks I'll just lay down and take orders from him. I was suddenly reminded of the heavy weight on my left hand. Oh, wait. I've already started obeying orders. Damn it! I screwed myself! I should have ran, but no my stupid self thought it would be a good idea to just stand there like an idiot when Cutler and his cronies showed up.

"Do you really think you'll get the compass?" A glimmer of shock came and went from his eyes before they narrowed and he leaned closer still. He smelled like mint and roses. How nice. Wait.

"How do you know what I'm looking for?" I got the sense that I may have just made a mistake letting him know I knew that.

I bit my lip trying not to let the fact that I could feel the heat coming off of his body distract me. "I'm perceptive?" His disbelieving look told me I had to try again. "Lucky guess?"

Cutler's suspicious look instantly transformed and he grabbed my chin in a tight almost painful grip and a small smile on his face. "Well, my dear. I expect you to help then, because my successes are your successes. And as soon as this business is concluded, you will be Lady Beckett."