Evening came and Elizabeth and Narcissa made their way to the Captain's cabin. She wore a navy blue dress while Elizabeth wore a similar burgundy one. All the crew seemed to be giving Narcissa a wide birth.

"Why does the crew seem so wary of you?" Elizabeth asked. Narcissa laughed.

"Oh, Father most likely threated to castrate them if they touched me." They entered the cabin to see an array of various food laid out on the table.

"Nice of you to join me," her father said with. Narcissa smiled while Elizabeth still looked nervous. They sat down at the table, Narcissa taking a seat next to Elizabeth, diagonal from her father.

Both girls began to eat. Elizabeth ate as if she were dining with royalty while Narcissa, simply took a green apple and using her knife cut a slice as she ate it. Green apples were one of her favorites much like her father and she wondered at the fact that he hadn't taken one yet. In fact he hadn't taken any food. She gave him a quizzical look.

Suddenly Jack the monkey jumped from his perch to Narcissa's shoulder and she cut him a small piece of banana.

"There's no need for ceremony." her father Elizabeth who then took a chicken leg and bit into in an un-lady like manner.

"Try the wine," he said handing her a goblet and she took a gulp.

"And the apples, try one of those next." Elizabeth paused.

"It's poisoned," she said. Her father was about to answer when Narcissa interjected.

"I highly doubt that Elizabeth. Even if I hadn't made my father promise not to harm you, he clearly wants you alive for some reason. Otherwise there would have been no point in taking you from Port Royal in the first place. My guess being it has something to do with that medallion and the name Turner." That much at least made sense.

"Clever girl," said her father and Narcissa felt a swell of pride at the words.

"Do you know what this is?" he asked them holding the gold medallion Jack gave him.

"A pirate medallion," replied Elizabeth.

"Aye this is Aztec gold. One of 882 pieces delivered in a stone chest to Cortes. Blood money paid to stem the slaughter he wreaked upon his enemies. But the greed of Cortes was insatiable. So the heathen gods placed a terrible curse upon the gold. Any mortal that removes but a single piece would be cursed for eternity.

"I hardly believe in ghost stories anymore Captain," said Elizabeth skeptically. Narcissa however, narrowed her eyes, intrigued. Her father began to walk around the table.

"That's exactly what we thought when we were first told the tale. Buried on the island of the dead that cannot be found except by those who know where it is."

"I presume you found it then," said Narcissa.

"Aye that we did," he said pausing by Elizabeth's chair and getting down to her eye level. "Find it we did. There be the chest. Inside be the gold. And we took em' all." Narcissa couldn't help but smile as he pulled his fist in to add emphasis. Her father always had a talent for storytelling. "Spent em' and traded em'. Frittered em' away on drink, food, and pleasurable company." This time Narcissa winced at the last phrase.

"Too much information father," she muttered. She expected her father had slept with other women after her mother but it didn't make hearing about her father's sex life any less awkward. He came to stand behind her chair now.

"The more we gave em' away, the more we came to realize that drink would not satisfy. Food turned to ash in our mouths, and the pleasurable company could not slake our lust." Narcissa gave an exasperated groan and looking up saw her father smirk, she knew he was teasing her however his face turned serious again a moment later.

"We are cursed men. Compelled by greed, now consumed by it. There is only one way to break the curse. All the scattered pieces must be restored and the blood repaid. Thanks to ye, we have the final piece." Blood to be repaid, now that sounded dangerous.

"Apple?" he asked Elizabeth. Suddenly the Elizabeth pulled a butter knife from her skirt and made to threaten Barbossa. Narcissa jumped up as he chased Elizabeth around the table before the blond stabbed him in the chest with the knife. Narcissa cried out fearing for her father but he simply pulled the knife from his chest with ease. Confusion filled Narcissa as she saw the knife had done no damage.

"I wonder Miss Turner. What you were planning on doing after killing me?" he asked. Said girl ran for the door and Narcissa followed out of worry for her sister. She heard Elizabeth scream and ran out on deck only to stop in her tracks in shock. The crew had turned to skeletons their clothes decaying.

Elizabeth fell back onto a sail and was tossed up into the air where a skeleton pirate caught her. They landed back on the deck and Narcissa caught Elizabeth who stumbled. Once she was steady she turned back to the doorway to see her father.

PotC

Barbossa followed the two girls out onto the deck still in shadow for the moment. Miss Turner was tossed about for a moment. Once she returned to the ground Narcissa turned to look at him. There was no going back now.

"The moonlight shows us for what we really are! We are not among the living so we cannot die. But neither are we among the dead." He took a step forward.

"Too long have I been parched by thirst, unable to quench it. Too long have I been starvin to death but haven't died. I feel nothing. Not the wind in my face, not the spray of the sea," his voice quieted slightly,

"Not even the warmth of my dear daughter's flesh," he reached his hand out into the moonlight to stroke his daughter's cheek expecting her to pull back. But she didn't, she simply stared back at him, eyes filled not with fear but sadness. He turned back to Miss Turner as he stepped fully into the moonlight.

"Ye'd best start believing in ghost stories Miss Turner. Yer in one!" he grabbed a bottle of wine before drinking it the liquid running through his rib cage. The crew laughed and the blond gasped, running back to her cabin. Narcissa stayed where she was.

"What are ye all looking at! Get back to work!" he shouted at the crew before turning back to his daughter.

"Well, are we going to discuss this or do you want to waste more wine?" she asked him. Her face was now inscrutable as she walked past him, back into the cabin taking a seat in one of the chairs and turning it to face him.

"Ye aren't afraid?" he asked in surprise.

"No. Why should I be? So you turn into skeletons in the moonlight, I admit its a shock and you've likely traumatized Elizabeth but I don't see what that changes. As far as I can see your still the same man as you were before I knew about the curse." She stood and took his hands.

"I'm not afraid of you Father."

As his daughter stared up at him, he could see the truth in her eyes. He pulled her to him and hugged her. He hadn't dared hope that she would take the news this well yet here she was content to embrace him despite knowing of the curse. He wasn't sure what to say. How to express his gratitude that she didn't reject him. So instead, he simply held her.

At last, they pulled apart and both sat down in the high backed wooden chairs shifting his to face her.

"I'm more annoyed if anything that you would go and get yourself curse of all things," she said her voice carrying some humor. Barbossa shrugged.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time."

"I'm sure," replied Narcissa wryly. "I certainly don't blame you for wanting to break the curse. Which is why I'm going to tell you something and I want you to hear me out before you go off." Barbossa looked at her suspiciously but nodded. Narcissa sighed.

"Elizabeth isn't a Turner."

"What!" said Barbossa sharply jumping up Narcissa grabbed his hand and pulled him down.

"Father. You were going to hear me out."

"What do ye mean she isn't a Turner? She's the right age and she had the medallion on her."

"Her real name is Elizabeth Swann. She lied because she didn't want pirates knowing she was the daughter of the governor of Port Royal. She got the medallion from the person you are looking for, William Turner, who happens to be the same age as her. We found him in the water on that crossing from England and she apparently took the medallion from him so that the navy wouldn't know he had a connection to piracy.

It's the same reason that I could never take your name. You know as well as I that the children of pirates aren't well received."

Barbossa had to agree with her on that point. Nonetheless, he was angered by the fact that it appeared the means to ending his curse was out of reach. He began pacing.

"So yer saying it was all for nothing. The girl's blood won't work," he closed his eyes feeling defeat fill him.

"No, actually all hope isn't lost," Narcissa told him.

"What do ye mean all hope isn't lost. I don't have the boy."

"No you don't at the moment." He turned to face her and was surprised to see she had a small smile on her face.

"You see Will just happens to be madly in love with Elizabeth and considers me practically his sister. Meaning he'll most certainly be coming after us. I don't like the term bait so to speak but if you simply head to Isla de Muerta he'll most likely follow." Barbossa felt hope stir inside him once more.

"Yer certain about this?" he asked.

"Positive. Will's like a brother to me in the way Elizabeth is like a sister. I know how he thinks." Barbossa chuckled.

"Thinking like that, ye wouldn't make a bad pirate," Narcissa laughed.

"I'll take that as a compliment. However, while we're on the subject of Will Turner, does the ritual require death?" she asked looking worried.

"Nay, just some blood spilled." He saw her give a sigh of relief.

"In that case, could you promise me not to harm him either. I think I can probably convince him to help but even if I can't I don't want him to die. He means, a lot to me and Elizabeth." Barbossa surveyed his daughter for a moment. Considering he could still break the curse there was no way he could refuse his daughter's request.

"Very well, the Turner boy won't come to any harm." Narcissa stood and smiled at him and for a moment he was reminded of when she was a child. It was the same adoring look he had seen on her face whenever he returned to visit her and Lydia.

"Thank you, Father." She glanced at the clock which hung on his wall.

"I should get to bed." she stepped forward and hugged him. Barbossa smiled wishing he could feel it.

"Goodnight," she said.

"Goodnight treasure," she pulled away and he watched he walk towards the door but just as she reached it she turned back a gentle smile gracing her face.

"Oh and father?"

"Yes?" he asked.

"I'm glad you found me." He gave her a genuine smile.

"So am I."

Author's Note: And now they know about the curse! Let me know what you think of Narcissa's reaction. I'm really focusing on developing the father/daughter dynamic. If you like this story PLEASE PLEASE leave a comment. It really helps in terms of motivation to continue this story. Until next week!