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It is, indeed, business as usual.

The windows are thrown open to catch the sea breeze -- Port Royal is, like all these places, damnably hot, and damp to boot -- and Beckett's office is as an oasis to the home-hungry eye. The furnishings perfect (if getting a little warped, thanks to the damp air), the map in progress --

This is Cutler Beckett's home away from home. This is, in effect, his home territory.

And he moves within it as though he owns the world.

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This is why Beckett is Lord Beckett, and Turner is a mere blacksmith with poor piratical tendencies.

"The Black Pearl?"

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"The property you want that he possesses," Will explains.

He knows what that ship is capable off. Any admiral would want it under his command.

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"A ship?" A little disbelieving. "Hardly. The item in question is considerably smaller and far more valuable. Something Sparrow keeps on his person at all times. A compass."

That seems to elicit a reaction from Turner; Beckett's eyebrows rise fractionally. "Ah, you know it. Bring back that compass, or there’s no deal."

Turner is dull, not brainless; Beckett is fairly certain that Turner can figure out that 'no deal' yields 'dead'.

And if he can't...well. That doesn't make a very large difference, now, does it?