CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Barbossa glanced at Olivia then at John Taylor. Father? Wasn't her father dead?

" Olivia…it is me." John, " It is so nice to see you again…even in unfortunate circumstances."

" I thought you were dead," Olivia said, " but here you are."

" Is that what your mother told you?"

" Yes. You died from heart failure."

" I cannot believe that wench can be so cruel. When I told her my desire to get employment on a ship, she would not hear of it. We had a big argument and she exiled me from our home. She warned me never to contact you children again and I didn't. I found employment on a ship but we were mutinied upon…and you know the rest."

There wasn't time for warm reunions however. There was still another matter to sort out. " Who told you Captain Barbossa killed Richard?" John asked her.

" Peter did." Olivia said, turning to face Peter.

" I know what I saw," He protested as the three of them advanced towards him. He backed up the railing and kept his hand in his pocket, fingering his weapon.

" You are a lair." Olivia said, " Barbossa was not even on that ship. And you call yourself a decent man? Father, tell us. Who was it that killed Richard?"

" It was Peter. I saw it with my own eyes. I wanted to help but I was captured by two of Davy Jones' men. Peter stabbed him." John pointed his sword at Peter, " You killed my boy. I swore if I ever saw you again, I'd kill you."

" No." Olivia shook his head, " There's a better way to get justice Father. We have to let him suffer. Let him suffer the way we suffered." She then lunged forward and stuck her hand in his pocket and withdrew the stolen gold.

" You stole the gold?" Barbossa exclaimed, " You do know what happens to those who steal Aztec gold don't ye?"

Peter growled, his fury overtaking his calmness. How are that wench take his gold? Now that his secret was out, there was no telling what they were going to do to him. He had no choice, he had to act now.

He whipped out his knife, making Barbossa and John take a step backward. Olivia didn't though, her eyes still on the gold.

" Olivia, watch-" Barbossa warned but it was too late. Peter plunged the knife into her ribs. She gasped with pain, looking up at him with glazed eyes. He snatched the gold from her as she slumped to the deck, blood seeping through her white shirt. He clambered up onto the railing, " If I can't have her, no one will." He crowed. Barbossa snarled and fired his gun. Peter felt something hit his chest before he toppled backwards into the ocean.

Barbossa dropped down next to Olivia and pressed his hand on her wound ,trying to stop the flow of blood, " Stay with me." He said to her.

Olivia stared up at Barbossa. She felt no pain and tried to say something to him but no words came…instead the world faded black.

A/N: more to come!