A/N- Ok, wondrous chapter three, ah-ha, I'm writing, can I have my cookies now? I promise I'll still write and write better chapters/longer chapters if I get my cookies. Oh man, I still need ides for what Zane will look like, so far I've got that he's dirty, but unfortunately I need more than that. Continue your reviews and I'll continue my chapters- Love you all, and you should know who you are.

Chapter Three: Welcome Aboard.

Zane still hadn't gotten over the fact that this woman, this damnable woman, was not just a pirate, but the captain, so he tried his persuasive charms once more: "But how, you're a woman!"

"Yes," she drawled lazily, "we've established that fact, and I am captain of this ship, we established that as well some hours ago," she smiled brightly, much more so than before, undoubtedly reveling in his disbelief, "but now for introductions," she jumped out her chair, her eyes flashing enigmatically in the dim light, "allow me to introduce myself," she stood tall, "I am Captain Demora Sparrow, welcome aboard my ship, The Traveler, you'll be here for sometime, I'm afraid, I hope that's of no inconvenience to you."

Zane's stomach convulsed momentarily and he doubled over, his face meeting the wooden floor, Demora Sparrow, if that was truly her name, knelt over him, nudging him roughly with her boot's tip, when his only response was a low groan, she sat back and exclaimed loudly:

"Well we can't have that can we? I mean if your to fulfill your duties, I can't have you dying aboard my ship, I'd get a bad name as to how I handle my crew, but I can let you go without food for another hour or so, just so I can have a little fun." Zane lifted his head to glare resentfully up at her, she shook her head and squatted down on the ground next to him. Her hand found a sore and she poked at it, Zane let out a low growl and an angry hiss.

Now normally, Zane was a gentleman, and he would've never growled at a true lady, but this woman was a pirate, and she herself had told him never to mistake her as such. But after much scrutiny, Zane had come see that she was pretty, there was no denying that. Short, black curls mused around a filthy, green bandanna like a storm cloud. Beautifully bronzed skin, glowed about her face and body like a sunrise- she was too tan for a woman of proper society, but the likes of her ever being in proper society were very slim.

She was short too, no taller than a ten year old boy, and the gait of her walk was that of a man's, long striding steps, not dainty steps like that of the ladies of court. That, Zane realized, was why he had mistaken her for a man from a distance, up close, however, there was no denying her a woman- even maybe a lustful woman.

Her eyes were her most outstanding feature, and the reason they seemed to glitter like diamonds was the very simple fact that they weren't symmetrical. One, her right eye to be exact, was a deep blue-green, a turquoise, the color of the sea before a storm. Her left eye was a perilous black, the sea once a storm had taken it…she was a mystery, and she was relentless, she wouldn't feed him, she flat out refused to feed him until she'd gotten some answers, but what answers did she want? That was answered within the next three seconds.

"Barbossa." he watched as her mouth curved into a devil's smirk, "Interesting name, Barbossa, you know, my father knew a man, Edward Barbossa was his name, Captain Edward Barbossa," she laughed, but it was a dark laugh, "Well, he wasn't Captain Barbossa when my father met him, no, he was my father's first mate, and then one night, he rallied my father's crew and struck out a mutiny against him."

She leaned down until her face was right in front of his, her breath beating into his face, "They marooned him on an island and left him for dead, taking his ship and his knowledge of a certain treasure," she stood and stepped away from him, kicking a bucket of soapy water over, "I cannot trust a Barbossa on my ship to not do the same," she leapt on him and grabbed his hair, pulling his head back so that the barrel of a pistol could be placed at his throat, directly beneath his chin.

She shook him and snarled menacingly: "Give me one good reason to why I shouldn't blast your head off."

Zane's mind froze, he could give her millions of reasons to why she shouldn't blast his head off, but none of them would surface. She knew his father, or of his father. Barbossa wasn't a very common name, and only people directly related to Zane held it's title, but a pirate…Zane's mother had told him that his father had been a sailor…not a pirate.

"I…" Zane stumbled over words, trying to plead his innocence, "I am very good with, with medicines and n-numbers and laws, I could help you with authority, I could doctor your crew, and I can give you my word that I will never go against you, but it's only my word."

The pistol but pressed deeper into his throat, Zane closed his eyes and waited for the foreboding click of the trigger, it never came, the pistol left his throat and Zane fell trembling to the ground.

"The word of a Barbossa is not something I will trust, but neither is it something I will throw carelessly away. You say you're good with medicines and all that hullabaloo?"

"Yes, I went to school to be a doctor, but in the end decided that law was more so to my liking."

She paced the room, stopping every once in a while to point the pistol at him, but every time she seemed to change her mind, "I hate to keep you living, but I could use someone who knows what body parts are where and what a bullet will do to them if not retracted," the pistol was pointed once more at his face, "but to keep a Barbossa living when I know him to be a Barbossa is hardly going to win me favors with my crew."

"You could lie, say my name is Zane Douglass."

"No, Francis Douglass was the most ruthless man to ever sail the sea, at one time while food supplies were low, Douglass, not wanting to starve and hardly thinking of his crew, shot his first mate and ate him. I don't want a cannibal my ship."

"Then kill me, for God's sake, kill me, be merciful, I haven't eaten anything in three weeks, the last time I drank anything was nearly a fortnight ago, I am hardly worth anything, let alone the thoughts you seem to have going through your brain. This man, Barbossa, the man your father knew, I am not him, that I can swear."

For a brief second, Zane thought he saw what looked like pity in Demora's eyes, she opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by shouts from the deck, she swept out of the room with out so much as a "stay put" for Zane, without being given that warning, Zane followed her up to the deck.

There was a ship in the distance with black sails, it was a magnificent ship, despite the rips and tears in the sails, despite the aged wood. He looked over at Demora, she had a scowl plastered to her face, her hands gripped at her sides were white with frustration, her crew didn't seem to be helping with anything, they were anchoring instead of loading cannons.

"Whose ship is that?" he asked softly.

"My father's." she responded, her lips drawing back into a animalistic snarl.

The ship neared and Zane could see a man standing at the ship's wheel, long graying hair woven with feathers and beads, a tri-corner hat atop his head, Demora flew down the stairs and returned with a musket, the white ferret at her heels.

"Demora, love!" the man called lightly over the sounds of the bustling crew, "So glad I caught you!"

Demora lifted the musket and took aim, "Go home Dad, I don't need your help or anything you're offering, I'm doing perfectly fine on my onesy."

"Demora, I came because I missed you, nothing more."

"Smells like a lie to me," Demora threw back, "Mom sent you, I knew she would eventually, and tell Damon that if I see his ugly face, I'm going to start shooting, his head will be my first target!"

"Can we just come aboard and discuss this all civilized like? I need to at least convince your mother that you're alive."

"You've seen me, proof enough."

"Not for your mother."

Demora made some interesting sounds in the back of her throat and threw the musket to the floor, "Fine, get your bloody ass over here and say what you have to say, and when you're done I want you gone, you won't stay one second longer."

"Of course, love, but one little thing."

"What?!"

"Damon came all this way with me and it would be a shame if he did not get to see you now, savvy?"

One look at Demora and it was obvious that she would blow her cork if anymore 'one little things' just happened to appear.

"Just get over here, the sooner we all sit down like the big happy family we're not, the sooner I can get back to what I'm out to do."

The man smiled toothily and Zane caught a flash of gold, "Good girl, Demora, but next time, don't hint that you're out to do something because you could just end up with unwanted company."

"Go home!"

"I'm out for adventure, and I think that joining up with you will be good for both of us, and Damon, if he's decided to learn anything." Demora shook her head and stepped back from the railing as several boards were lain across the distance of the ships.

A/N- Ok, next chapter Jack meets Zane , I wonder…I've decided that Zane will be tall, blond, blue-eyed, and dirty, any objections must be stated right away, or you know, I could be a pirate and just do my own thing and maybe shoot the objector's, maybe?