CHAPTER ELEVEN

Barbossa stepped outside of the cave to make sure his ship is still there. Sure enough, it was still anchored, its flags whipping about in the wind. He was about to duck back into the cave when Olivia appeared at his side.

" Hector?" Olivia commented, pulling her coat more firmly around herself. It was bitterly cold and the wind did not help much.

" Just chekin on me ship."

" I was just wondering…are you angry with me?"

" Angry with ye?"

" For giong along with Peter's idea of coming here. I know you're history with this place…"

" No, I am not mad at ye. Angry with Peter for comin' up with the idea. I've been wonderin' what that man's agenda is."

" You think he has an agenda?" Olivia looked back over her shoulder. Peter was inching towards the treasure chest…Barbossa had his back to the cave. As long as she kept Hector distracted, Peter can take the gold.

" I don't know. I don't trust him is all."

She took her hand in his, it was cold. He looked cold…cold and tired.

" Do you want to rest somewhere?"

" Aye. On the ship…it's near enough to the cave. The crew will stay here and keep a lookout." Barbossa turned back to the cave. Holding her breath Olivia looked for Peter. He wasn't anywhere near the chest now.

They went aboard the ship with the crew reaming behind. Two crew members remained on one of the smaller boats near the entrance to the cave. They could give a signal whether unwanted company was coming.

Olivia was glad Peter had orders to remain in the cave. She did not want to go near him. She hated to admit it but she was afraid of the cursed gold. Afraid to go near it even. She had also noticed Barbossa did not go anywhere near the chest.

They were in his cabin and she was staring at her reflection in the mirror.

" Olivia, I need to tell you something'" Barbossa said, interrupting her thoughts. He put his hat on a small bedside table next to his bed, " he stood up and wrapped his arms around her waist. She smiled at him through the mirror.

" The other night you told me you loved me." Barbossa stumbled upon the word "love". It's been such a long time since he said the word and lately he's been thinking about the meaning of the word.

" That I did. And I meant it." She turned around in his arms to face him, " I know we haven't known each other long, but I feel it inside…I love you Hector."

" I love ye too." He surprised himself by saying the words so he said them again, " I love ye."

They kissed then and Olivia held back tears. She was betraying Barbossa…he had told her he loved her and she was betraying him. Damn Peter.

Peter opened his hand and there in his palm lay four shiny gold coins, " I have more in pocket." He hissed to Olivia. It was the following morning, " I am going to be rich I tell you," he then tried to pocket a gold coin on her.

She moved away from him, " I told you about my misgivings for that gold. You are going to regret taking it."

" Regret becoming immortal? I think not." He pocketed his coins, " This is the best thing I have done."

Barbossa, Olivia and crew left the cave after three days. Their next stop was Tortuga. Barbossa was confident they'd be safe their for awhile. The Flying Dutchman was long gone. Or so they thought.

" We have them in our sights sir." The first mate of The Flying Dutchmen said.

" Good." Davy Jones said. He gave an order and a few minutes later John Taylor was presented to him.

" We're going to mutiny that ship." Davy Jones pointed to Barbossa's ship, " We will be taking more souls."

" What has this to do with me?" John Taylor asked.

" You're going to be bait." Davy Jones explained coldly.