Waiting for the Help

Cutler paced in the street as he waited for his supposed guide. Knowing Calypso, she probably brought some deformed damned creature to help him with his search. He ran a hand down his intricately designed frock coat. "Damn," he said under his breath. He had been pacing in that same spot for more than an hour and his patience was growing thin.

When Camilla walked down the emptied streets, she dug her newly designed shoes into the ground fiercely with each step she took. Not only was she furious with being brought back to the living, but the fact she must help a selfish git. She pushed a strand of hair away from her face and glanced around searching for him. Her eyes finally fell on a man pacing up and down the walkway. She sighed and approached him. "Excuse me, but if you pace any longer, you are going to create a rather large hole in the walkway." Camilla raised an eyebrow.

Cutler lifted his head and noted a rather gorgeous girl standing in front of him. He had no time to deal with her so he waved his hand dissmissevely. "Bother somebody who cares, wench," he snapped, continuing to pace.

Camilla's eyes glinted with malice. "I don't know why I was sent to help a bastard like you. You don't deserve a second chance," she hissed.

Cutler stopped his pace abruptly. "Help?" he repeated incredulously. Cutler eyed her carefully and pursed his lips. "So this is what Calypso sends me in time of need. A woman."

Elizabeth was not in pirates clothes at this moment. She walked through the streets but saw someone that was believed to be dead. Cutler Beckett is some how alive.

Camilla's eyes turned to slits. "A woman? Does this annoy you somehow?" she said in a low tone.

Alex was looking for Jack when she heard an argument, she stopped to see who it was. "What the bloody hell?" she walked closer but not close enough to be seen. "It can't be."

Cutler turned his gaze to a familiar face. "Ah, Alexandria. It's been far too long. How is life with Sparrow?" he said, his lips curling into a malicious grin.

Alex thought she was far out of sight, but she thought wrong. "Great, Never been happier!" She looked at him, "But how are you alive?"

Cutler turned his back to her. "I'm sure that is none of your concern," he turned back to Camilla. "A woman assisting me could be a problem, yes," he said coolly.

Camilla flared her nostrils. "I don't know what I'm doing here," she muttered angrily before turning away.

Cutler groaned, chasing after a woman wasn't something he enjoyed doing. He sprinted himself in front of her and stopped her from walking. "If you were sent to help me, that's exactly what you are doing," he spat at her.

Camilla walked past him easily. "I would rather be damned than help you," she replied carelessly.

Alex walked up to him ignoring the other women, "I think it is of my concern!"

Cutler blinked incredulously. A woman not obeying his command frustrated him and intrigued him. "You will help me, whether you wish it or not." Cutler grabbed a hold of her arm and began to drag her toward his carriage. He turned to Alexandria. "How so? You are no longer part of my life, you are nothing but dirt underneath my feet. You chose the life of a pirate," he sneered.

Camilla was jerked from behind and she struggled in Cutler's grip. "Get your damn hand off me," she snarled.

I was walking back to my ship when I noticed Alex and Beckett. I was in disbelief. "What's going on here? What did i miss?"

Cutler rolled his eyes impatiently; he didn't have time for hundreds of questions. "Have to know everything don't you, wench?" he said to Nicole. "Perhaps if the two of you were with your own kind, things would be so much more pleasant around here."

"Don't. Call. Me. A. Wench." I said angerly. "And things were pleasant enough until you showed up."

Camilla tried once more to release her arm from his grip. "I agree."

Alex walked up to Cuttler and punched him in the face, hopping he would let go of the women, "You drove me to being a pirate!"

Cutler was forced to lean against the carridge behind him as he held his jaw. "Damnit, you wench. Why can't you mind your own?" he said, continuing to rub his jaw.

Camilla felt his grip leave her wrist and she bolted. She knew where she could go until she could find Calypso to tell her that she can't assist Cutler.

Cutler swore loudly and jumped into his carriage facing his employee. "Bordon, I don't give damn how you do it. Just bring her to me," he said, dabbing his finger to his bleeding lip. "Understand?"