A/N Quite a short chapter, and for that I must apologise!! Thanks for the reviews!! ^_^

Chapter Thirteen.

I can almost laugh as I look back on my dismal, failure of a life. I spent two out of every three years in some kind of prison. First it was in England, my only chance of freedom was through the wild stories spun together by Cousin Rudolph.

Then we had moved far across the sea to the Caribbean, images of fire flash before my eyes. Yes, even there I was a prisoner.

The guard smiles evilly and points to the barred window, I do not give him the pleasure of looking. I know where the sun is, I know it's positioning as it soars through the sky. I also know exactly how long I have left to live. And still I choose to use up my last moments on Earth writing. But anyway enough feeling sorry for myself, back to the story.

The telescope incident seemed to mark the change in my time aboard the Pearl. For a start Barbossa had revealed his true intentions, I knew exactly who he was and what he was after. Well, not exactly. I had shown Jack I was not the innocent he believed me to be. And he had revealed a different side to himself.

He snatched the golden telescope out of my hand, it was so quick it grazed my palm, but I didn't make a sound. His eyes looked daggers at me, and for the first time I saw a different side of him.

"You could have wrecked everything." He said, softly, but there was a dangerous edge to his voice.

I stepped back into a grinning Barbossa. He pushed me forward towards Jack.

Jack folded away the telescope and tossed it into his cabin. "Good little thief ain't you?" He remarked.

I didn't reply, there was no need, Jack knew what I was thinking. I just stared at the floor. Now I think about it, it's strange how guilty people always look at the ground. Does it give them some kind of comfort?

"And there was thinking our little Dora was a innocent girl." He had a slight smile on his face, but his words unnerved me.

"Quite the opposite." Barbossa sneered. "Innocent, pah!"

Jack glared at him. "Shouldn't you be doing something, somewhere?"

Although he was dense, he got the hint and wandered off, leaving me alone with the Captain.

"I'm sorry. . ." I said, quickly, but he interrupted me.

"What was Barbossa really doing?" He demanded.

"He. . .I. . ." I shook my head, for some reason I couldn't bring myself to say it. Barbossa would probably lie his way out of it, which would make me look even worse, a thief and a liar. I would have to get evidence that Barbossa was lying.

"You're clever, we could use you." He said. "Didn't know you had it in you." He said with a grin.

"But. . ." He grabbed me. "There are two rules which everyone must obey. Number one you don't steal

from me, and number two, you don't lie to me. You've broken both of them!" He let me go.

"I wanted to see if Roberto was coming." I told him.

He softened. "I'm sorry you got dragged into this, Dora. But you're here now, an' that is that." His hand rested on my shoulder.

I nodded. "I'm not a thief." I said, defiantly. "I wasn't taking, I was borrowing." I told him.

He laughed. "A real pirate in the making."

I frowned at him, and shook my head. "I'm not a pirate, I'm a captive." I said, angrily and walked away.

"Have it your way then." He muttered.

I trundled up on deck, blinking away the tears that stung my eyes, but I absolutely refused to cry. As I reached the side, and stared out into the vastness beyond I felt a hand touch my shoulder. It pushed me round and I found myself facing the grinning face of Barbossa. I pulled free and walked away, but he wouldn't let me go. He pushed me against the side, almost throwing me overboard.

"What did ye tell 'him?" He demanded.

I laughed in disgust, and attempted to push past him. He held me against the side. "I'll do it, I'll throw ye o'er." He snarled.

"You wouldn't dare." I said, but I was shaking.

"Oh yes I would." He pushed me slightly further. I looked down and saw the rippling waves as the ship coursed it's way through. I really believed he would throw me out to sea, the lapping waters would suck me down, and the sharks would eat me.

"What did ye tell 'im?"

"Nothing!" I yelled, angrily.

He sneered. "Good. . .looks like I don't need you any more. . ." He pushed me closer to the edge, I would have fallen if he wasn't still gripping onto the collar of my dress.

He was about to let go, I could feel the grip on my dress, slackening every second. He was about to let go, he was throwing me down into the sea. . .