A/N- [Eats cookies] Thanks Anime, this will tide me over, and those white chocolate covered pretzels I had originally will come in to replace them, but only when the cookies are gone. Oh man! Ok, the reason Demora dislikes her family, her father to exact, is very simply defined in one word: Greed. I mean, if you were a pirate and you found a cavern of gold (literally) and then came back periodically to loot more, wouldn't you be a little edgy around other pirates/thieves? She's fine with her crew because her crew helped her find the cavern, but she's afraid Jack will come in and take all he wants, which it being Jack, let's face it he would (not that we don't love him anyways)- so yeah, here's chapter four, Sins of the Father.

Chapter Four: Sins of the Father.

Demora glared angrily at her father from her spot by the windows of her cabin., he sat in her plush chair, humming as he scanned over world maps that Demora had marked.

"Interesting," he murmured, "Very interesting…the Cavern of Lost Souls…" he looked up at her and locked his piercing black eyes with hers, "Seems you've been a very busy girl, the Cavern of Lost Souls…so it's not just an Old Wives' tale." When Demora looked casually away without response, he continued, "Now Demora, I don't go out as much as I used to, and I'm no where near as young as I was, but all I ask of you," he looked over at Damon, "either of you, is that once a decent finding like this is found, it be shared with the family [specifically me] now…Demora, I won't take this from you, by all means you deserve this, but if you'd just give me a hint to where this bounty lies-"

Demora grabbed the maps away from him and returned to her spot where she glared heatedly at him. "This is mine, the coordinates are mine, the gold is rightfully mine and my crew's, I won't share it, I won't!"

Jack stood and held a hand out to her, "Demora, love, I'm your father-"

She laughed darkly, "Yes, I know you're my father, but I also know that this is my gold!" He took a step towards her and Demora bolted to the door, hugging the maps tightly to her breast. She didn't make it very far, bolting down the small hallway and around another corner, Demora ran flat into a solid surface; she flew backwards, landing smack on her back, the hard, wooden floor beneath her.

Swallowing a lump of anger, Demora's eyes swept up a very tall, very male form…Zane had blocked her escape, even if it wasn't intentional, he had blocked it.

"Bloody move!" she barked, knocking him down with a swift kick to his left knee. He fell to the ground with an assembly of pain mixing on his face, Demora leapt up and tried once more to race down the hall and up the stairs, this time she was grabbed by the shoulders from behind.

She fought with all her might, all her anger, but all her self-indulgence, all her selfishness could not stop her father from carrying her back into her cabins and setting her down in her plush armchair, so that he could explain more of his "plan", Demora would have nothing to do with that.

"I don't want anything from you, I don't need anything from you, I have all the hands I need and anymore help will be some hands too many, I won't give you the location of the island."

Demora's indignant gaze held Jack's and she sat back in the chair, showing no sign that in time she might give up…might was a very uncertain word.

"Demora, please," Jack kneeled in front of her, trying and failing to get her to listen to his reason, "I told you why I came, I'm not here to take your treasure, though treasure would be nice, I'm here to get out of the house- out of the Port, you should know better than to condemn me for something I haven't even done yet, savvy?"

Demora went to argue something to that, but a low cough started at the door, her head snapping to attention, her bitter glare met pools of deep blue fire, Zane stood at the door.

Demora watched with fascination as Jack turned to the door and acknowledged Zane's presence, "And who are you?" Zane opened his mouth but Demora slid her finger across her throat and he shut it. Jack turned back to Demora, "New hand?"

"Yah, he's a mute, poor mite, an he's a eunuch- bad lot for him." Jack eyed Zane warily, and then began to circle him.

"There's something oddly familiar about him, you're sure you haven't had him longer?"

"Positive."

"I have seen him somewhere before, I just can't place my finger on it, but I would bet my life that wherever I saw him, I didn't like him."

Demora began to panic.

"How would you have seen him, he's a new hand, straight from England," her voice had gotten increasingly higher, she wasn't worried about Zane, she was worried about her father's reaction to when he found out the Zane was a Barbossa- his reaction towards her.

"No," Jack had stopped directly in front of Zane, he now stood so close that Zane had to lean slightly back to escape his scrutiny, "something about him just seems so…" Jack stopped mid-sentence. He stepped back and looked Zane reproachfully in the eyes, "What's your name?"

"He's a mute!" Demora was now beyond panic. Jack ignored her, and Zane opened his hole of a mouth and ruined everything.

"Zane Barbossa."

Jack turned back to Demora, a crazed smirk on his mouth, "Zane Barbossa? Barbossa, you hear that Demora, seems your mute has a voice, and it seems you have a Barbossa aboard your ship," Jack's look turned sour, "You knew who he was and took him aboard anyway?"

"It would seem that way, yes."

"A Barbossa…" he kicked her chair and bent over her, yelling directly into her ear: "Demora, have you completely lost your mind!"

A small smile formed on Demora's lips, she responded with laughter on the tip of her tongue, "It would seem so, yes."

Jack then rounded on Zane, his pistol drawn, "Barbossa, is it."

Zane responded with cool collected calm, "It is."

"By my order, you will leave this ship immediately, if you stay on, you be either shot or hung, now do you prefer the life of the living or the life of the dead?"

Demora sprang to life, her eyes flashing with anger and her voice filled with rage, "Do not presume to give orders aboard my ship, Dad, I am Captain here, not you, if you wish to give orders, go back to your ship and let my crew alone."

"Demora, he is the son of the very man that stole my ship, now, him being that son, he will most likely do the same to you- like father like son."

"That's really how you feel?"

Jack nodded.

"Then am I to assume that every sin you ever committed has been passed to Damon? Am I to presume that because his father was as black as a man can get and still be clean, that he-" she tossed her head in Zane's direction, "is the same?"

"The very same."

"I will do with him as I please, and I will do with my gold as I so wish, now get off my ship."

"I won't move until you've left him behind."

Demora's eyes narrowed and her voice came out in a low growl, she lifted the pistol at her side, "Get off my bloody ship."

Jack backed out the door and up the stairs. Damon smiled innocently at Demora, "Demora, now I know you would never kill your own flesh and blood-" the pistol barrel met his forehead, "but, I wouldn't put that past you, I'll be going now," he nervously followed in Jack's retreat.

Zane turned to Demora, confusion clearly sketched over his face: "You were defending me."

"Don't flatter yourself," she snapped, "I was saving myself."

"But-"

"I need a drink." that being the finality of their conversation, Zane left the room, wondering just what his demon had in store.

-The Black Pearl-

"Dad?" Damon asked cautiously.

"We are going to follow them, I am going to make sure that, that Barbossa doesn't try anything funny, and if he does…we're here to help Demora if she needs it."

"Oh she'll love that," Damon drawled sarcastically, "it's like you don't trust her or something."

"I trust Demora just fine, I don't trust that Barbossa or Demora's judgment."

"Well, following her will just prove to her how much you think she's worth trusting." Jack gave Damon a sharp look and then his face burst into a grin, "She is my daughter isn't she?"

A/N- This chapter took a little longer, I've been working, and they won't let Aide's use the computers at work- please review, and don't worry, I still have cookies.