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The Hell's Galleon Chapter 1: Cutler Beckett, a pirates of the caribbean fanfic. Or Fate Intervenes Chapter 1: Port Royal, a pirates of the caribbean fanfic. Impudent, a pirates of the caribbean fanfic. Impudent Summary: She was not the type he would find to be ladylike, in-fact she challenged every good sentiment he had. Pairings: Beckett/OC Disclaimer: May contain nuts. Warnings: None Cutler Beckett was a man of great consequence, he possessed a great number of outfits, all elegant. Many but not all. Among those who didn't fear him was his wife who, at her sober best, somewhat disliked him and thought his plans would amount to nothing. "Esme, wife dear, where are you? " "In the reading room, husband dearest.

Beckett entered the room and surveyed his wife who was sprawled on a chaise, hair loose and gown spread out. "Is there a reason for the unladylike position? " "I have the most terrible back ache. "It would be about time. " She found him in his office he didn't even spare her a glance as she entered into the room. "Because, I don't like it. " she glanced down at her dark blue gown "You wear dark colours, why mayn't I?

" "Being soft and feminine isn't on the top of my priority list, dear. Come What May Chapter 1: The Beginning, a pirates of the caribbean fanfic. Come What May How would the story change if William Turner had been married and his wife, Helen Turner, accompanied him and pirate Jack Sparrow on the quest for Elizabeth Swann?

Helen and Will are stuck in an awkward and seemingly loveless marriage due to Will's infatuation with the Governor's daughter who has an eye on the Commodore. Will Helen find true happiness with the man she loves even though he loves another? Goes from CotBP onward through DMC and AWE. AN: I know a lot of people are fed up with authors inventing an OC and then just plopping them into the story without any rhyme or reason for the plot. I hope that my character will be different from the stereotypical Mary-Sue and I can assure you while CotBP follows the plot pretty straight forward, Helen juts off on her own adventure during DMC and AWE.

So please bear with me and give this story a chance, thank you kindly. I hope everyone enjoys this. "You're so lucky. " "Lucky how? " "Terribly lucky. " "He's so handsome! " "And kind! " A Woman's Wrath Chapter 1: A Captain's Grief, a pirates of the caribbean fanfic. My first posted fanfiction, but not my first fanfiction.

I am hoping this will be the first of many. This is just something I thought up one night. It's rated M for future chapters, which will contain sex scenes. The structure of my story is each chapter is 750 words long, and whilst being a continuous thread, they are in fact seperate. I have no beta, so any spelling mistakes etc are my own fault, although, I have edited it quite thoroughly.

I welcome reviews (both negative and positive). A Captain's Grief The fleet was silent. "Sir! No reply spilt from her trembling lips. Her first officer, Peterson, ran to her side, his piercing green gaze in the direction of the fleet, "Captain, the rest of the fleet are retreating…" Red hot anger replaced the blood in her veins. "We will follow your orders sir.

" Removing her hat, she pierced his green eyes with her brown. "Aye, aye, captain. " Peterson relayed her orders to the rest of the crew, who seemed genuinely happy to be helping. "Mr Groves? " A Pirate's Daughter Chapter 1: Reunion, a pirates of the caribbean fanfic. Disclaimer: "Please be noted that I own nothing of the movie. " ' A Pirate's Daughter ' Quite certain that the men knows this part of the waters that their sailing, Captain Hector Barbossa stood silently at the quarterdeck.

He had decided to give the men some rest, thinking that the Black Pearl has had enough plundering and sailing for a month. Not to mention, he needed it himself. It's been quite some time and a little break from seafaring won't be so bad. A pirate can't just spend all his life at sea, he needs a little break too. Well, that is if you're not a crew of the Flying Dutchman, or Davy Jones himself. From the deck, making their way to the Captain, was Pintel and Ragetti, who wanted to consult on something. "Uh, begging pardon, sir," started Pintel, "but the men were all wonderin', if we're goin' where we think we're goin'? " Arms place across his chest, Barbossa took one step closer to Pintel. Pintel eventually nodded and waited for his captain to continue.

"Tortuga, sir. " "Huh? "