Narcissa opened the door her father had indicated to find a bare cabin the size of a large closet. Inside Elizabeth was pacing.

"Cissy!" cried running to hug Narcissa.

"Hello Liz," said Narcissa detaching herself gently after a few moments setting down the blankets.

"You're alright!" said Elizabeth, sounding relieved.

"Of course, I am," said Narcissa reassuringly. "I brought something for us to sleep on. Help me set it up?" Elizabeth took a few of the blankets and the two of them managed to make a sort of bed with a couple blankets cushioning the floor, one to go over them and one each for a pillow. Once it was done the two sat down.

"So, what's all this about you being his daughter? How can you be?" asked Elizabeth.

"In the way anyone can be someone's child," Narcissa said raising her eyebrow. Elizabeth didn't laugh and Narcissa sighed.

"In all seriousness, yes I am his daughter. Thirteen years ago, my mother died and my father, Captain Barbossa, sent me off on an orphanage ship to England where your father found me."

"But why didn't you tell me who he was? Don't you trust me?" asked Elizabeth who looked a bit hurt. Narcissa felt guilty.

"I do trust you, Liz. You're like my sister. But I couldn't risk someone overhearing for the exact same reason you took that medallion. The children of pirates are always persecuted. Please understand that it has nothing to do with mistrusting you." Narcissa took Elizabeth's hands and Elizabeth sighed.

"But he's a pirate and probably killed god knows how many people. How can you care about him?" Narcissa shrugged.

"My father may not be a good man but he's never been a bad father. For the first eight years of my life, he was there as often as he could be. Whenever he had the chance, he would come back to Port Raphael to see my mother and I. I've got a lot of happy memories from then. He even helped support my mother which is more than most pirates would do."

"How did your mother get involved with pirates?" asked Elizabeth.

"Well...Port Raphael wasn't exactly a cesspool of alcohol and prostitutes like Tortuga, but it also wasn't picky about who it let drop anchor. Mother was a bar maid and that's how she met my father."

"I wish you had told me Cissy," said Elizabeth, "And I can't say I like your father but I suppose if I hadn't seen my father in thirteen years, I'd been happy about a reunion."

"I am. I'm just sorry you got dragged into this mess. If it helps, he's promised not to harm you." Elizabeth snorted.

"A promise from a pirate. Very trustworthy." Narcissa laughed.

"Fair enough. It's late, we should really get to bed."

As Narcissa lay down and closed her eyes she couldn't help but smile.

PotC

The LAST thing that Hector Barbossa had been expecting to find when he sacked Port Royal was his daughter. Oh, he had thought about her many times over the years. In fact, she was a constant presence in his mind. To be honest Narcissa was the only thing in this world he cared about more than treasure and piracy.

Seeing her now, all grown up it made him feel a joy that he hadn't thought possible given his curse. It was more than he could have hoped that she would still care about him all these years later. He stomped up to the wheel of the ship.

"Alright you bloomin cockroaches! Listen up!" The crew stopped and went silent to listen.

"That young lady with the red hair is my daughter Narcissa Barbossa. She'll be free to walk about the ship and yer all to respect her. If any of you so much as lays a hand on her particularly against her will you'll find your cock swimming with the cuttlefish! Are we clear?"

"Aye Captain," chorused the men.

"Back to work then!" ordered Barbossa. He looked up at the stars seeing the Narcissus constellation. It had been Lydia Davis's favorite hence their decision to name their daughter after it. He recalled her words.

"This way she'll always be with you even when you have to leave us."

He had always hoped that difficult as it was, giving up Narcissa would give her a better life. Now he had her back though, he never wanted to let her go.

His greatest fear at the moment would be how she'd react to the curse. He had no choice but to tell her yet he dreaded it. For the moment he tried to put the matter from his mind.

PotC

Morning dawn and Barbossa sent some foot to the cabin holding his daughter and the Turner girl.

About half an hour later his daughter emerged although she was no longer dressed in the fancy green dress from earlier. Instead, she wore a loose fitted white top with a navy vest over it, black trousers and tall brown boots. Her hair had been braided back and she was smiling as she approached the helm.

"Good morning father," she said cheerfully. Jack the monkey jumped from his shoulder and she scratched him lightly behind the ears.

"Good morning," he replied, giving her a small smile. "Where'd ye get the clothes?"

"I wore them under my dress. I was supposed to have a sword fighting lesson with my friend yesterday before Sparrow so rudely interrupted."

"Aye, he always had poor timing," chuckled Barbossa. "I didn't think sword fighting was an acceptable past time for respectable young women," he said with a smirk.

"Since when did I claim to be a respectable young woman? I'd rather know how to defend myself then be a damsel in distress." Narcissa replied raising an eyebrow.

"I see you haven't gotten any less rebellious," Barbossa said, pleased that she had remained somewhat close to her roots as the child of a pirate. She had clearly inherited her mother's fire which had been one of the things that drew him to Lydia.

"Would you have it any other way?" she asked him.

"Not in the slightest. What do ye say we make up for that missed lesson then?" he asked an idea forming. Narcissa grinned.

"I like the sound of that."

PotC

The crew had cleared space on the deck for Barbossa and his daughter to duel. Both were holding cutlasses.

"First we'll see what you already know and go from there," Barbossa said and Narcissa nodded.

They circled each other for a moment to his surprise Narcissa made the first move slashing at him. He parried easily but had to give her credit for initiative.

He aimed a low blow and she blocked it their swords loudly clanging. He used the advantage of his strength to push her backwards slightly, however she appeared to catch on because instead of blocking his next blow she dodged moving to give herself more room. Even the crew seemed slightly impressed.

The speed of their duel increased as they moved around the ship. However, he was still undeniably the better fighter and noticing an opening managed to send her off balance, knocking the sword from her hand and pointing the blade at her throat before lowering it.

"Not bad, at all. You're fairly good on the defense and using your smaller size to your advantage but your offense needs work and you should try and put more strength behind your blows."

"Good to know," said Narcissa who didn't seem in the slightest bit put out at having lost.

"Shall we go again?" he asked.

"I can't get better without practice," she replied and they took their stances again.

PotC

They practiced for a few hours and Barbossa was pleased to see that his daughter was a quick learner. By their final spar she managed to disarm him. Granted he wasn't using his full power and it was only once, but impressive none the less.

"Well, that's certainly the most intense training session I've ever had. Although to be fair you are the most experienced person I've ever sparred with. Not that I'm ready for any battles in the near future." Narcissa, said as she set aside her cutlass and took a drink of water.

"Ye did a good job. And in case you've forgotten, you did disarm Sparrow," he pointed out. Narcissa shrugged and laughed.

"Full disclosure his hands were chained," Barbossa chuckled.

"Nonetheless, I'm pleased with you." He saw her face light up at his words.

"I'm glad to hear it. Can we do that again another time?" she asked.

"Aye, I'd be happy to keep training ye," Barbossa told her, pleased that he had found something he could bond with her over. During the first eight years of her life he had done his best to be there as often as he could and the two of them had been close. He was happy now that their bond hadn't completely disappeared over the years of separation.

"So where exactly is it we're headed?" Narcissa asked, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"Ye'll find that out later tonight. You and Miss Turner will be joining me for dinner," he told her. She looked a bit miffed at having to wait but nodded.

"You wouldn't happen to have anything Elizabeth could wear do you? It's just I don't fancy her walking around a pirate ship in her nightdress."

"Aye, I think I have something."

"Thanks," Narcissa said and he nodded.

"Ye seem quite close with Miss Turner."

"I am. She's been the closest thing I've had to family for thirteen years."

"How did that happen?" her father asked interested in how his child and that of Bootstrap Bill could have met. Narcissa smirked.

"You aren't the only one keeping your cards to your chest. I'll tell you at some point but there are a few things I want to be sure of first."

Barbossa wanted to be annoyed at the fact that she wouldn't answer the question but couldn't bring himself to. After all she had a point, who was he to lecture about keeping things to oneself?

"Touché, treasure," he told her with a dry chuckle. The worries about how she would react after tonight were beginning to creep back so he instead tried to focus on enjoying the moment he had right now.

Author's note: Hope you liked this chapter! I'm trying to build up the relationship. Please let me know what you think! Comments don't take long but they mean a lot! Until next week!