Flinging the door of his cabin open, Capatin Brusone sighed, falling into the seat at a desk and opening a drawer.
Pulling out a small cube, Brusone rolled it onto the desktop, the gold landing upon the open sea on the map spread upon the desk.
"Damn." he muttered, dropping the cube again, it landing in the same place.
"Open sea is the target, Brusone."
The captain jumped at the sound of Rachel's voice, looking up, "What are.. how did you..?"
She rolled her eyes, "You know Adrian doesn't lock my door..."
"That explains how. What are you doing?" he opened the drawer, dropping the gold cube back into it.
"Enlightening you, apparently."
"So it would seem?" he sighed in annoyance, standing, "Please. Walk with me."
She nodded, following him out the door of the cabin.
"Why are you here?" he asked, walking over the deck, his eyes looking out to the sea.
"I want to know something."
"So do I."
Rachel raised an eyebrow, "Alright, then."
"How do you know about my intentions of target?" he asked, turning to her, then back to the ocean veiw.
She remained silent, eyes down.
Captain Brusone ducked, looking up at her, "Mind telling me?" his voice was forceful, but patient.
"Yes."
"I see." he sighed.
Rachel moved away, jumping and sitting upon the ship's railing, "Actually..." her green eyes shifted a bit, "I could.. but... for a price?"
"A price?"
She nodded, "I want you to find me a ship."
"Now, what is a 12-year-old going to do with a ship?"
"I'm 16, as of yesterday. And that's my buisness." she waved a hand out to sea, glancing at the man, "Do we have a bargain?"
"No." he said, whirling around, reaching out and nearly pushing her into the water.
Rachel screamed, clutching his arm, "What are you-"
"Let her go!" a voice came, footsteps on the deck.
"Adrian, stay out of this." Captain Brusone said, not looking up.
Adrian continued walking, "I said, let her go." he pointed a gun to the captain's head, cocking it.
"No! Adrian! Stop it!" Rachel cried, the man's grip getting tighter around her neck as he advanced.
He stopped, putting one foot foreward, "I'm just..."
"Don't... just.." Rachel's voice grew strenuous, "I'm.."
Captain Brusone laughed, "Pull that trigger, Miss Barbossa goes overboard, Adrian. I'd just put the gun down and get yourself back below."
"And if I don't pull it, you toss her aside anyway."
Rachel struggled, trying to get out of the captain's hold, "Get.. off!" she gasped, "I can... tell you... what..." she stopped for a moment, "I know... what you.. are looking.. for..."
His grip released gradually, "Really, now?"
She nodded slowly, falling limply to the floor, "I know what.. you want..."
Brusone laughed, kneeling to just above her level, "What do I seek?"
"Open sea..." Rachel smirked.
He stood, a disgusted look on his face that was aimed at her turning to Adrian, "Go."
He stared coldly for a moment, his eyes meeting with Rachel's, "Please?" she asked, sitting up.
"Fine." he said cooly, turning on one heel and walking back down the stairs below deck.
"Now.. about what I'm headed for..." Captain Brusone's gaze drifted back to Rachel.
Rachel laughed in a pained way, "I can't tell.."
A hand reached out, pullin her up again, "Tell me, Miss.." Brusone ordered, his menacing face close her hers.
"You owe me a ship.." was the only reply.
After a moment of silence, Brusone dropped her again, pacing back and foth before her, "Miss Barbossa-"
"Yes?"
"I have the feeling you don't truthfully know what I'm headed for, or what I'm even wanting to head for."
She huffed a peice of red hair away from her eyes, "Of course I don't. I only know what Jack has told me of that map."
"What do you know of it?"
Rachel turned away, nothing more said.
"What do you know of it?" he repeated himself.
"I heard you, oh, daft one." she rolled her eyes, "And you owe me a ship."
"I never agreed to that."
"Of course not. And I never agreed to telling you anything."
The captain laughed evilly, "Perhaps if you were held over the sea again..."
"Funny, but I really don't seem to care." Rachel stood, walked away from him, Brusone falling into step with her.
He cut her path off and put a hand on her shoulder, "Tell me. And I will find you the grandest ship in the Caribbean.."
Rachel turned away, "You are a rotten liar, Brusone, and are no good at hiding it."
Brusone's laughter sounded to Rachel's back. It was cold, but knowing.
Rachel turned back to face the man, a new confidence burning in her eyes, "I don't think you have any idea what you're gettin' yourself into... You have no idea." she laughed, nodding to herself as she started to walk away.