DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean.

EPLIOUGE

Margaret Conner opened the door and was stunned to see her daughter standing there…wearing boy's clothes?

" Hello Mother." Olivia greeted her quietly, taking off her hat.

" Olivia…it's been weeks." She replied, not moving to hug her. Why should she? Olivia did not write to her. She could have been dead for all Olivia knew.

" There's someone else to see you." Olivia said and the one man Margaret hoped would never return appeared.

" John…"

" You are a cold-hearted wench," John snarled at her, " Fancy telling our children I was dead!"

" To me, you were dead…you may as well be dead to our children!" Margaret snapped, " Anyway, it doesn't matter now."

" Just so you know, we found his killer and he's dead."

" So my daughter has turned into a killer."

" No, not by hand. Nor by Father's."

" But you still coursed with drunken sailors and wretched pirates." She glanced at her husband, " And my own husband's a pirate. I have never felt so ashamed."

" Father's not a pirate. He's a good, decent man. And I choose to interact with pirates, even falling in love with one." The last words just slipped out of Oliva's mouth before she had a chance to stop herself.

" You're in love with a pirate?" her mother stared at her dumbstruck, " How can you degrade yourself like this?"

" Oh Mother, stop it. The man I love is decent. He cares for me-" she stopped then when she realized. The whore and Barbossa did not matter anymore. She loved Hector, that was what mattered. Loved him with her heart and soul.

" I love Hector Barbossa." Olivia smiled for the first time in days. She whirled to face her father, " Father, will Captain Barbossa still be at the port?"

" Yes…I daresay he will be." He said. With that, Olivia dashed off.

Barbossa was consulting his maps. He was going to sail this ship by himself to Tia's.

He heard someone call his name. He glanced around but didn't see anyone. He went back to his charts.

Olivia climbed up into the ship, " Didn't you hear me call you?" she demanded him trying to sound cross. He looked up and his eyes lit up.

" Olivia, I thought-" he did not get to finish his sentence. Olivia flew into his arms, " Hector, I hope you still want me. Wherever you will go, I will follow. I love you."

" I always want ye…I love ye too." He replied before they shared a passionate kiss. He tightened his arms around her and forgot about the world for a moment.

They have rested at Tia's for about a month, rediscovering each other. John Taylor had made his own way to Tia's and explained to his daughter her mother washed her hands off them both and wished never to see them again. That was just fine with Olivia. She had her Captain. She had her father again. What more does she need?

John was delighted to learn Captain Barbossa and Olivia were reunited. They were on the second level of Tia's hut, discussing plans when they heard voices below. Barbossa strained to listen and recognized most of them.

" Would ye do it?" he heard Tia ask someone. " Would all of ye do it?"

There were murmurs. " All right then. But if ye willing to go to the ends of the earth and beyond, then ye would need someone who knows these waters."

Curiosity got the better of Barbossa and he walked down the stairs. He saw Will Turner and Miss. Elizabeth-two people he had not seen for a long time. Perhaps they would know what happened with his ship. He pulled an apple out of his pocket just as Jack jumped onto his shoulder.

He saw Elizabeth's eyes widen at the sight of him.

" So tell me…what's become of my ship?" he asked them.

To Be Continued…

A/N: I stole the last bit from Dead Man's Chest and reworked it into my fic because it's one of my favorite scenes. There's a sequel on the way so look out for it. Thanks to those who reviewed.