CHAPTER EIGHT

Barbossa jerked awake after one of his nightmares. He found his bed empty, there was no Olivia. He got dressed and found her in the captain's quarters, eating breakfast.

" Good morning hector," Olivia gestured to Barbossa's usual seat at the table, " Join us, your breakfast will be here in a minute."

Barbossa glanced at Peter and raised an eyebrow.

" I requested that he joined us." Olivia explained.

Peter looked well rested, the colour had returned to his face. His dark hair tied loosely in a ponytail and he now wore spectacles. Barbossa studied him more carefully. The man was thinner and his face more angular then his. His clothes suggested money.

Barbossa leant over and kissed Olivia before seating near her. His breakfast arrived along with his customary apple. There was chattering as a furry creature ran along the table and picked from Barbossa's plate.

" You have a monkey?" Peter said in surprise as Jack jumped onto Barbossa's shoulder.

" Now Jack, we are eating." Barbossa chided his pet and pointed to Jack's swing.

" That's Jack." Olivia said, " He's cute isn't he."

" I thought pirates owned parrots."

" One member of the crew does, Mr. Cotton." Barbossa drank his tea and began eating. Peter should be eating with the crew. For some reason, Peter's very presence annoyed him.

" So last night…your ship was mutinied upon?"

" Yes. By Davy Jones and his crew." Peter cringed, " Davy Jones is no one I've ever met before. A monster."

" What about ye captain?"

" Taken captive. The only survivor."

" So how was it you escaped from Davy Jones?"

" I fell overboard…I was pushed. I guess they assumed I drowned." Peter frowned, " Your ship must have been close or otherwise I would have been dead by now."

" Davy Jones…does he not look after those who died at sea?"

" He is meant to." Barbossa sighed, " Now learning his crew is killing seamen is very bad news indeed."

It was night and the crew kept sentry, in case they were mutinied upon. Olivia was about to go up when the door to her cabin opened and in came Peter. She held up her lantern, " Peter. What is wrong?"

" Nothing is wrong. I just want to ask you to dinner. Just us, not with the Captain. I have a strong feeling he does not like me."

" Oh Peter, " she said, realizing now Peter had feelings for her. She had to set him straight to prevent any misunderstandings. He was walking closer to her and there was a strange look on his face.

" Peter?" she said and he grabbed her arm.

" You must know you are beautiful," he told her before his lips came into contact with hers. She struggled.

" Peter, my heart belongs to another." She protested as he grip on her tightened.

" I don't care." He said and only kissed her more roughly. He then heard heavy footsteps and he pulled away. He disappeared and Barbossa entered the room.

" There you are. I've been-" Barbossa paused, " Are you all right?"

" I am fine." Olivia smoothed her hair down and sat down at the table," Any sign of the ship?"

The Flying Dutchman

Captain John Taylor woke up from a light slumber and rubbed his eyes. He had not slept since he was taken captive by that monster, Davy Jones. His crew was dead and his first mate had drowned. There was no hope for him. He heard footsteps and Davy Jones appeared.

He stared at the prisoner, " We have the Duchess in our sight. We will be on board too."

" What does this have to do with me?" John demanded, " You killed my men…just let me go."

" I have further use of you." Davy Jones said and disappeared back upstairs.