CHAPTER NINE

Olivia had rejected him, but he was going to take her, one way or another. But doing so was proving difficult, for she was never alone. She made sure of that. She no longer trusted him.

Peter took off his glasses and wiped them with his shirt. This damned fog kept misting them up, it was quite a nuisance.

Barbossa walked past him then and looked at his sword, " I hope ye can use that." He said.

" Why?"

" The Flying Dutchman is closing in. Be ready for anything." He then disappeared down below.

Barbossa found Olivia in her cabin, twisting her brown hair into a braid. She had a pair of scissors in her hand.

" Olivia?" he stepped into the room and she faced him.

" Is everything all right?"

" Unless ye are prepared to battle, ye should stay down here."

" I am handy with the sword."

" But not advanced enough. Please just…stay here. It will give me a piece of mind knowin' ye be safe."

She put down the scissors and stood up, " You think there may be a mutiny."

" Not if I have anything to say about it." Barbossa cupped her chin and titled her face upwards, " I want ye safe. If I see you comin' up-"

" I will stay here. I promise."

" Barricade yeself in the cabin and don't let anyone in. I will come back for ye."

" How do I know if you haven't been killed?"

" I won't get killed." Barbossa said confidently, " But just in case I might be-" his mouth covered her own and he untied her braid, letting her brown locks cascade down her back. In moments, She found herself backed up against the wall and her clothes thrown on the floor…

" Hector, I think I love you." She whispered. She did not just think, she knew.

Peter held out his hands pleadingly, " Olivia, I promos you, I won't try take advantage of you."

" You had better not or you will have the Captain to answer to." Olivia had been confronted by Peter later that day and he had begged for forgiveness.

" All I want is to be your friend." Peter said.

" I forgive you…this time." They walked about the ship until Peter asked, " Do you know of the Isla de Muerta?"

" The mysterious isle where pirates hide their looted gold?"

" Wouldn't it be amazing if we went there?" Peter turned to her,

his face excited, his eyes shining.

" No. Captain Barbossa told me that place is cursed. It is were he and crew took the gold and became cursed for ten years."

" Cursed for pirates. We are not pirates, just ordinary folk. We can get some gold of our own and make our own way into the world. You have told me you never want to ask your mother for money and that you want to live independently"

" Yes, by stealing gold? And how will we find it? It's an island which cannot be found, except for those who already know where it is. That is what Captain Barbossa told me."

" This is where Captain Barbossa comes in." Peter said, smiling. He thought this plan through and it was going to work. She will be his, even if it will mean killing Barbossa, then so be it.

" No." Barbossa shook his head, " I made a promise to meself that I will never return there and I intend to keep that promise."

" Hector, you told me it's an island that cannot be found except by those who already know where it is. What are the chances of the crew of the Flying Dutchmen know where it is? We can hole up there til we know it is safe."

" I don't know-"

" Captain Barbossa, it is the best course of action. Miss Olivia is right, what are the changes they will know?" Gibbs was on her side.

Barbossa sighed and folded his maps. He was the only one against it but he was the Captain.

" Heading sir?"

" Fine. Isla de Muerta it is."