CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Peter had to do something…create a distraction. As Barbossa knelt down to rouse the stranger, he hurried down below deck and rapped on Olivia's door.

" Who is it?"

" Peter. There's something I need to tell you. It's urgent."

Olivia opened the door and let him in. " I heard a ruckus above. What is happening?" she asked him.

" It's nothing," he assured her, " I'm starting to remember…"

" Remember?"

" Before I was knocked on the head and thrown overboard." Peter said, " What did your brother look like again?"

She told him.

" Then it was him." He sank down onto her bunk, " Oh dear lord."

" What?" Olivia demanded, " If you know something Peter, tell me this instant."

" I know who killed him." Peter looked up at her, " I can see it very clearly now."

" Who killed Richie?"

The man sat up slowly and blinked the water out of his eyes. A tall man with broad shoulders knelt down beside him, " What be ye name sir?" the man asked.

Pirates. John Taylor thought closing his eyes again. Not more pirates.

" John Taylor. I was…thrown overboard my ship." John said, " where am I?"

" Aboard my ship The Duchess," Barbossa helped him stand, " I'm Captain Barbossa."

" Oh."

" Did ye need to lie down?"

" No…I'm ok now." John assured him. He too was a tall man, almost the same height as Barbossa.

" What's the name of ye ship?" Barbossa asked an dJohn decided he was safe…he was not going to help Davy Jones and his plot to collect innocent sailors. He was going to stop him.

" The Flying Dutchman." He said.

" What?" Barbossa kept his guard up, " Did ye say the Flying Dutchman?"

" Yes. I was a prisoner and he made me walk the plank."

" Who?"

" Davy Jones, the Captain. He's looking for more souls and he had your ship in his sights sir. I was to bait but don't feel much like helping him now."

" That's good then. How are you with a sword?"

" I can fight sir."

Barbossa nodded. He needed to tell Olivia this. They needed to prepare for an upcoming battle.

" Are you sure?" Olivia stared at Peter. She could not believe what he had just told him.

" Yes. But you must not let him know that you know. You have to catch him unawares before you kill him."

" No…the time is now." She reached for her gun. Nobody knew she had one, not even Barbossa.

" Olivia-" Peter protested.

" Sorry Peter, but I am too angry right now. The best time to kill the bastard is when I'm angry." She pushed past him and ran up the steps.

Peter followed and watched as Olivia pushed through the crew to get at Barbossa.

Hector turned when he heard Olivia call his name.

" Olivia…we have a situation." He greeted her.

" Darn right we do." She said aiming his gun at him. He stepped backwards, bumping into the side of the ship.

" Make a move and I'll shoot you." She threatened. She felt someone staring at her and she ignored the man.

" What in blazes is going on? I know I hurt ye but that's no reason to-"

" This is not about that." She hissed. Nobody moved. They knew if they tried, she would not hesitated to pull the trigger.

" Then what?"

" You were the one who killed my brother."

John stared at the woman with her gun. It could not be her…but it was. Here on this ship.

She was making a mistake. " Please…stop." He said but everyone ignored him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone inching towards Olivia.

It was Peter.

" Olivia!" he tried again and she wavered.

" I killed ye brother? That is nonsense. I was not on the ship he was. Who is telling ye these lies?"

" Doesn't matter. I finally know who killed him."

" It was not me. Put the gun down."

Olivia felt something sharp dig into her ribs then, " Put down the gun my girl." A soft voice ordered her.

" Mr. Taylor." Barbossa glared at him.

" Captain, this is for her own good. She is mistaking you for her brother's killer. You are not his killer."

" How would you know?" Olivia lowered her gun and faced this new stranger. He took away the knife. He hadn't wanted to but it was the only way for her to lower the gun.

Suddenly it hit her. Her eyes went wide and she dropped her gun. Barbossa grabbed it and hid it from view.

" Father?"