CHAPTER THREE

A/N: The characters from POTC aren't mine, they belong to Disney-but the story and original characters are. Thanks for the reviews so far mateys.

Olivia cringed as a salty spray of ocean doused her, drenching her shirt. They've been at sea for only one hour and already she was wet. She untucked her shirt and wringed the hem out. Well, it is to be expected. She thought to herself as she sat in the sun to dry off. The Captain was barking orders at his crew.

" It is good to have yer back Captain." Mr. Gibbs told Barbossa, " It's a damn shame Jack can't be with us."

" But he with us," Barbossa gestured to his monkey but realized they were talking about the other Jack.

" Tell me about our newest crew member." Mr. Gibbs asked Barbossa.

" He isn't part of the crew…he is merely an acquaintance of mine. I am but helping him. His brother was killed and he wants to find his brother's killer."

Mr Gibbs stared at him, " But I am sure there is something in it for you Captain."

" Aye. I want to find me ship. It is most likely marooned somewhere."

" There's something about the man I don't like. There is something…off about him." Gibbs mused. " I cannot put my finger on it."

Barbossa did not reply instead he busied himself by going over the navigator charts.

Olivia wobbled across the deck as the ship rolled. The sea was getting choppier and she was starting to feel a little seasick.

" Still findin' yer sea legs?" Captain Barbossa asked, turning the wheel.

" The sea's a bit choppy."

" Aye. It will calm down soon. Once the wind dies down."

" I think I'll go down below if you don't mind."

" We have a good day's sail between here and the next town. We can make a stop at the next town and continue on."

" Do we need to make a stop? I much rather go on ahead without stopping. The sooner I find the Black Pearl, the sooner I can go home." She started towards the ladder that lead down below and to her cot which was sectioned off from the rest of the crew. Barbossa had his own sleeping quarters. There was a galley and dining room. Barbossa had invited her to eat with him tonight and she had accepted the invitation.

The sailing was going smoothly, and so Barbossa went down below to get some rest. He had been tired lately, feeling the strain of his recovery. He took off his hat and laid down on his bunk. There was a squeak as Jack joined him at the foot of the bed. The monkey fell asleep quickly but it took Barbossa awhile. Just when he thought he may as well get up, his eyes closed and slept consumed him.

Jack Sparrow stared at him as the Captain glanced down at his chest. He looked up at Jack and said, " I feel…cold." Then he fell over, dead.

" This wine is wonderful. Much better than what we get at home." She stared at the bottle, trying to read the name of it. She topped her wine glass as she was handed an apple.

" An apple to finish the meal off." Barbossa said as he also topped up his own glass.

" It was a nice meal." She downed her wine glass, " I need to take a walk up on deck to walk it off. Do you want to join me?" she stood up and he followed her up to the deck.

It was a lovely evening, not a cloud in the sky. There were thousands of stars.

They stood and watched the night sky for several moments.

" Olivia?" Barbossa asked and she looked up at him. He tucked a strand of brown hair that had escaped her braid before his mouth met hers. Olivia put her arms around his wait. He was so tall, she barely came up to his chest.

" Hector," she murmured and when he opened his eyes, he found himself staring into the face of a skeleton.

" Olivia?" he gasped and pushed her away. She glared at him and brandished a sword.

" The moonlight shows for what we really are". His own words came rushing back at him as she stepped further into the moonlight. She was not Olivia anymore…naught but a skeleton.

" Olivia, how?" he asked but she lashed out with the sword, aiming for his stomach.

Barbossa jerked awake, his heart thumping. It was just a dream. A strange dream, but a dream nonetheless.