#it's queue now

Now this was an absolutely disastrous turn of events. As if the storm was not bad enough, having damage to the ship was even worse. His anger stemmed from this interfering with the timed schedule he had set for himself. He looked to the ship, standing on the shore while others worked to try and assess the damage. Surely another would come soon enough to retrieve them. For now, he unfortunately had to wait. Thankfully they seemed alone on this island. 

The day had been eventful enough. Earlier in that day, they had taken a few prisoners from a pirate vessel and sent it to the seafloor. They then, began making their way back to Port Royal. While it was a late night on the Endeavor, Lord Beckett would never pass up an opportunity to make a deal if it furthered his agenda in some way. It was so sudden that night, Beckett was in his evening wear behind his desk. 

His day was completely unpleasant. In the moment, he felt as if so many things were falling apart. It was something that he knew he had to remedy and fast. The majority of the day was spent scrambling and reorganizing his forces. All he wanted to do when he got back to his place on Port Royal was relax. When he opened the door to his room, he knew that his evening is going to be anything but.

          Beckett and James had arranged to meet each other in the evening at a specific time. However, the meeting with Mercer ended up being a little longer than expected. Surely he can wait. The meeting covered what was to occur the following week, logged in the Lord’s notes. After twenty more minutes of detailed conversation, it was over. When the guard opened the door, the other was still close as he whispered an instruction to him. After his words, he then allowed Mercer to leave the room and check the docks for pirates. Beckett beckoned James into the space. 

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