I still do not own potc.
Firstly thanks for picking this story to read, I hope you are not disappointed however it is a sequel and athough it stands alone , there are refrences to the first story.
Untouchable if you find this when you get back your camping are you surprised? A finished story and a sequel all when you were away. Moulin Rouge Pirate- hope you decided to read this, do I get brownie points for posting two chapters in one day?
The Echo glided swiftly through the placid waters of the Caribbean, pale like a ghost, the sun bounced off her many brass fittings sending shards of sharp light across the deck. Her Captain stood a the helm smiling at the vast ocean that stretched before her. With the sun high and the winds brisk never before had Devon Tarrogyn felt so free. The breeze whipped her ample amounts of dark hair into a fluttering frenzy behind her and tugged sharply on the wine coloured sash tied tightly round her slender waist, she faced the wind with more determination than any man that dared to sail under the watchful eyes of a scull and cross bones.
"Captain," Gerry Kirban her first mate joined her at the helm, his fine features pulled into a worried frown, "A ship Devon, sailing with a pirate flag." he pointed in the distance at white sails peeking over the horizon. Devon took the spy glass from him and peered through it. On any other day this wouldn't have worried her so but today she grimaced when she caught sight of the fluttering black and white flag the rode high on the approaching ship.
"Our powder and shots? How much?" she lowered the spyglass and faced Gerry as he shook his head.
"Barely any left Dev, yesterday used up all that we had left." Letting out a vigorous sigh she addressed a younger pirate scrubbing at the pale wood of the ships deck.
"Tommy lad, raise the yellow and black flag!" she turned back to Gerry, "We have to make them think we have plague aboard and pray that they pass us by. See that the men are armed and that the guns are made ready with what we do have left." Gerry nodded turning to obey her commands. Devon chewed on her bottom lip watching the opposing ship through narrowed eyes, she turned the wheel in an effort to steer clear of it. The victorious battle the previous day had left the Echo with not a scratch and a belly full of riches however it had also used most of the cannon shots and powder, if this ship was going to engage in a fight, Devon had nothing to defend with. Dread crept through her bones as the other ship changed course and was once again heading straight for them. She cursed under her breath as her first mate returned to her side.
"They're coming for us Gerry." he nodded gravely.
"Any way we can outrun them?" Devon shook her head and sighed.
"By the time I swing this bitch round we'll be within range of their long lines besides I've never run from a battle before and I don't intent to start now." she threw him a cheeky smile, "Ashes to ashes Gerry, I'll fight to my end but its is not this time round." Gerry grinned and bounced a kiss off her forehead.
"Good luck then girl," he drew his sword and turned to the men on deck. "Lads! Prepare for battle!"
Devon wasn't entirely sure who shot first, the Echo or the challenging ship, either way it led onto a shower of more cannon fire, the Echo quickly exhausting its supply. Within minutes her ship was overrun with pirates and blood ran thick over the pale deck, her men fought well as did she but with little more than swords to protect them, they were fighting a losing battle. The other pirates hung back picking off her men with pistols and muskets, she was losing too many men. She caught sight of the other Captain, a burly ginger man with a thick beard that he toyed with in his hands.
"Hold fire!" he bellowed suddenly and his crew immediately stopped their shooting and lowered their swords. Devon heaved in a breath and lent heavily on her sword, she had not gone unscathed this time. Blood poured from a deep slash wound that stretched from her right shoulder to the top of her elbow, She was convinced that her assailant had scored her bone as well.
"Where is your Captain?" the burly pirate called searching her ship with narrowed eyes.
"Here!" she stepped forward straightening herself to level the Captains gaze.
"Devon Tarrogyn is it?" a sneer seeped across his face, "I believe your father is looking for you." The hair on the back of Devon's neck prickled at the mention of her father, what the hell was he doing alive? Out of the corner of her eye she saw the crew of the attacking ship begin to heave out her loot she had only just plundered the previous day. Her heart sunk.
"Come without a fuss and your remaining crew will be left unharmed." Devon searched the bloodied deck until her eyes rested on Gerry, he shook his head silently pleading her not to give in, but her mind was made up, Out numbered with no weapons so to speak she was dead anyway. Nodding she allowed two of the pirates to grab her by the forearms and haul her aboard the Anvil.
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Pain washed over her every time she moved her arm, the blood had soaked the whole length of her sleeve and most of the right side of her shirt and now left a pungent smell. She wrinkled her nose as she tried to get into a more comfortable position without moving her arm to much and cursed when she failed, the blood oozed once more from her wound and she began the fight to stop it again. Captain Don as he'd introduced himself didn't explain much to her other than the bounty on her head courtesy of her father, he wanted her back. Devon scowled as she thought. It had been a good two years since she'd tricked the him and stole his boat, Devon had thought he was dead, she sighed as a feeling of nausea raked through her and wondered how much blood she actually had left in her body as the wound began to bleed again. Determined to keep what she had left, she once more pressed the flat of her hand against the gaping wounds and cried out as a wave of sheer pain washed over her.
Perhaps it had been hours, days, Devon didn't know, the cell she was locked in just looked the same, no tell tale cracks of light to tall her it was day or night, closing her eyes she leant her head back against the hull. It was the canon fire that jarred her to her senses. A heavy iron ball ripped through the cell next to her spilling the dim light of dusk into the brig. Crying out in pain Devon pulled herself to her feet and cocked her head to listen. More firing, shouting, feet thundering of the floor above her. She managed a satisfied smile at the thought of the Echo coming to fetch her from almost certain death at the hands of her father. The fighting went on for a good while before the decks above her fell silent.
"Gerry!" she cried in the vein thought that he might hear her, she staggered back at the effort of shouting as it brought on another wave of nausea. Footsteps sounded on the dry wooden stairs that led into the brig and Devon peered from the shadows at the figure that searched the dark cells. Devon almost laughed as she watched him turn to go back up.
"Well well," she purred from the darkness, her eyes narrowing. The figure turned hands flailing to search the brig again, seeing nothing he turned again to leave perhaps thinking he had imagined the voice. A gentle laugh floated out from her shadow and the figure turned again, eyes wide and fingers stroking at the air. She stepped forward with great effort into the beam of light that the canon had made in its desperate flight to destroy something. Squinting at her in the darkness he stepped forward,
"Never." a chuckle escaped from his throat, "Devon Tarrogyn, it's been a while luv,"
She lent heavily on the bars of her cell as she studied Jack, he hadn't changed a single bit. Swaying backwards a sly grin crawled onto his lips.
"Might of known it was you Jack, the only person daft enough to attack the Anvil." she chuckled and met his charcoal eyes.
"At least I won against it," he looked over her bloodied shoulder, "which is more than I can say about you." Devon snorted.
"I was defending my ship."
"Didn't work luv," he grinned at her through the bars and Devon cursed him out loud.
"Get me out of here you swine." Frowning Jack searched about for the keys, finding them he dangled then out of her reach.
"What's it worth luv," he slurred leering close to the bars with a mocking smirk. Devon's hand shot out between the bars and grasped onto his pistol, she wrenched it out of his belt, cocked it and aimed it at his balls.
"The ability to bear children." she snapped her finger squeezing at the trigger. Jack's smirk fell from his lips and he grunted.
"I see you've not changed much."
"I could say the same about you." Devon resorted watching as he grudgingly unlocked the cell door. When the door swung open she smiled sweetly at him.
"Ta." Jack wrinkled his nose as she reached past him to gather her own sword and pistol before throwing him back his.
"I thought you killed my father?" she glanced over at him as she began to climb the stairs, it was a huge effort, her muscles screamed with discomfort with each step.
"As good as, marooned him." Devon snorted and turned to stab a finger at him.
"That's funny cause the reason I'm on this bloody ship is because my father has put a bounty on my head." Jack eyed the end of her finger as though a bullet may fly from it.
"Well at least your worth something to somebody." he flashed her a quick smile and Devon stabbed him in the chest with her finger.
"You just remember that I let you go two years ago, I would have loved to leave you to rot however, I believe that means you owe me one."
"And I believe I just sprung you from that cell over there," he turned and waved a hand over at her cell in case she had forgotten where it was. "So I would call it even." he smiled at her haughtily. Devon turned her back on him, he was still arrogant as he always was and he still irritated her the no end as well. The gathering darkness cast an eerie shadow over the damaged deck, Devon stepped over a dead body and stopped to catch her breath, her head was swimming and she was having to make a real effort to stand. Using her sword to lean on she surveyed the damage to the Anvil. Splintered wood scattered amongst dead pirates, blood staining the deck. She smirked at the Captain who had captured her as he slumped against the main mast clutching at a bullet wound in his chest. Jack's crew walked past her carrying handfuls of loot, it made Devon laugh as she recognised a gold statue of a horse that she personally had stolen from the ship she had attacked only a day or two ago.
"Most of that's mine you know," she stated wincing as she spoke. Jack eyed her shoulder and her blood soaked shirt.
"Mine now." he lifted a hand to pull open the tear in the shirt so he could see her wound, she pulled back.
"I heard a lot about you and the Echo," Jack tried again to peer at her wound, he slapped away her hand as she tried to stop him, "It would seem you earned quite a respectable reputation." he opened the torn shirt and winced at her gash. "Need to get that seen to before you bleed yourself dry." his hand fell to his side and he caught her eye. Devon gave him a half smile and allowed him to put an arm round her waist so she could bear her weight on him.
"As much as I hate to admit it Jack I'm quite glad to see you." she finally muttered heading towards the Black Pearl.
"Same goes luv,"
Well what do you think? Please please review! The more I get the quicker I update.Also if you decided to read the first one please let me know what you thought, x
Firstly thanks for picking this story to read, I hope you are not disappointed however it is a sequel and athough it stands alone , there are refrences to the first story.
Untouchable if you find this when you get back your camping are you surprised? A finished story and a sequel all when you were away. Moulin Rouge Pirate- hope you decided to read this, do I get brownie points for posting two chapters in one day?
The Echo glided swiftly through the placid waters of the Caribbean, pale like a ghost, the sun bounced off her many brass fittings sending shards of sharp light across the deck. Her Captain stood a the helm smiling at the vast ocean that stretched before her. With the sun high and the winds brisk never before had Devon Tarrogyn felt so free. The breeze whipped her ample amounts of dark hair into a fluttering frenzy behind her and tugged sharply on the wine coloured sash tied tightly round her slender waist, she faced the wind with more determination than any man that dared to sail under the watchful eyes of a scull and cross bones.
"Captain," Gerry Kirban her first mate joined her at the helm, his fine features pulled into a worried frown, "A ship Devon, sailing with a pirate flag." he pointed in the distance at white sails peeking over the horizon. Devon took the spy glass from him and peered through it. On any other day this wouldn't have worried her so but today she grimaced when she caught sight of the fluttering black and white flag the rode high on the approaching ship.
"Our powder and shots? How much?" she lowered the spyglass and faced Gerry as he shook his head.
"Barely any left Dev, yesterday used up all that we had left." Letting out a vigorous sigh she addressed a younger pirate scrubbing at the pale wood of the ships deck.
"Tommy lad, raise the yellow and black flag!" she turned back to Gerry, "We have to make them think we have plague aboard and pray that they pass us by. See that the men are armed and that the guns are made ready with what we do have left." Gerry nodded turning to obey her commands. Devon chewed on her bottom lip watching the opposing ship through narrowed eyes, she turned the wheel in an effort to steer clear of it. The victorious battle the previous day had left the Echo with not a scratch and a belly full of riches however it had also used most of the cannon shots and powder, if this ship was going to engage in a fight, Devon had nothing to defend with. Dread crept through her bones as the other ship changed course and was once again heading straight for them. She cursed under her breath as her first mate returned to her side.
"They're coming for us Gerry." he nodded gravely.
"Any way we can outrun them?" Devon shook her head and sighed.
"By the time I swing this bitch round we'll be within range of their long lines besides I've never run from a battle before and I don't intent to start now." she threw him a cheeky smile, "Ashes to ashes Gerry, I'll fight to my end but its is not this time round." Gerry grinned and bounced a kiss off her forehead.
"Good luck then girl," he drew his sword and turned to the men on deck. "Lads! Prepare for battle!"
Devon wasn't entirely sure who shot first, the Echo or the challenging ship, either way it led onto a shower of more cannon fire, the Echo quickly exhausting its supply. Within minutes her ship was overrun with pirates and blood ran thick over the pale deck, her men fought well as did she but with little more than swords to protect them, they were fighting a losing battle. The other pirates hung back picking off her men with pistols and muskets, she was losing too many men. She caught sight of the other Captain, a burly ginger man with a thick beard that he toyed with in his hands.
"Hold fire!" he bellowed suddenly and his crew immediately stopped their shooting and lowered their swords. Devon heaved in a breath and lent heavily on her sword, she had not gone unscathed this time. Blood poured from a deep slash wound that stretched from her right shoulder to the top of her elbow, She was convinced that her assailant had scored her bone as well.
"Where is your Captain?" the burly pirate called searching her ship with narrowed eyes.
"Here!" she stepped forward straightening herself to level the Captains gaze.
"Devon Tarrogyn is it?" a sneer seeped across his face, "I believe your father is looking for you." The hair on the back of Devon's neck prickled at the mention of her father, what the hell was he doing alive? Out of the corner of her eye she saw the crew of the attacking ship begin to heave out her loot she had only just plundered the previous day. Her heart sunk.
"Come without a fuss and your remaining crew will be left unharmed." Devon searched the bloodied deck until her eyes rested on Gerry, he shook his head silently pleading her not to give in, but her mind was made up, Out numbered with no weapons so to speak she was dead anyway. Nodding she allowed two of the pirates to grab her by the forearms and haul her aboard the Anvil.
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Pain washed over her every time she moved her arm, the blood had soaked the whole length of her sleeve and most of the right side of her shirt and now left a pungent smell. She wrinkled her nose as she tried to get into a more comfortable position without moving her arm to much and cursed when she failed, the blood oozed once more from her wound and she began the fight to stop it again. Captain Don as he'd introduced himself didn't explain much to her other than the bounty on her head courtesy of her father, he wanted her back. Devon scowled as she thought. It had been a good two years since she'd tricked the him and stole his boat, Devon had thought he was dead, she sighed as a feeling of nausea raked through her and wondered how much blood she actually had left in her body as the wound began to bleed again. Determined to keep what she had left, she once more pressed the flat of her hand against the gaping wounds and cried out as a wave of sheer pain washed over her.
Perhaps it had been hours, days, Devon didn't know, the cell she was locked in just looked the same, no tell tale cracks of light to tall her it was day or night, closing her eyes she leant her head back against the hull. It was the canon fire that jarred her to her senses. A heavy iron ball ripped through the cell next to her spilling the dim light of dusk into the brig. Crying out in pain Devon pulled herself to her feet and cocked her head to listen. More firing, shouting, feet thundering of the floor above her. She managed a satisfied smile at the thought of the Echo coming to fetch her from almost certain death at the hands of her father. The fighting went on for a good while before the decks above her fell silent.
"Gerry!" she cried in the vein thought that he might hear her, she staggered back at the effort of shouting as it brought on another wave of nausea. Footsteps sounded on the dry wooden stairs that led into the brig and Devon peered from the shadows at the figure that searched the dark cells. Devon almost laughed as she watched him turn to go back up.
"Well well," she purred from the darkness, her eyes narrowing. The figure turned hands flailing to search the brig again, seeing nothing he turned again to leave perhaps thinking he had imagined the voice. A gentle laugh floated out from her shadow and the figure turned again, eyes wide and fingers stroking at the air. She stepped forward with great effort into the beam of light that the canon had made in its desperate flight to destroy something. Squinting at her in the darkness he stepped forward,
"Never." a chuckle escaped from his throat, "Devon Tarrogyn, it's been a while luv,"
She lent heavily on the bars of her cell as she studied Jack, he hadn't changed a single bit. Swaying backwards a sly grin crawled onto his lips.
"Might of known it was you Jack, the only person daft enough to attack the Anvil." she chuckled and met his charcoal eyes.
"At least I won against it," he looked over her bloodied shoulder, "which is more than I can say about you." Devon snorted.
"I was defending my ship."
"Didn't work luv," he grinned at her through the bars and Devon cursed him out loud.
"Get me out of here you swine." Frowning Jack searched about for the keys, finding them he dangled then out of her reach.
"What's it worth luv," he slurred leering close to the bars with a mocking smirk. Devon's hand shot out between the bars and grasped onto his pistol, she wrenched it out of his belt, cocked it and aimed it at his balls.
"The ability to bear children." she snapped her finger squeezing at the trigger. Jack's smirk fell from his lips and he grunted.
"I see you've not changed much."
"I could say the same about you." Devon resorted watching as he grudgingly unlocked the cell door. When the door swung open she smiled sweetly at him.
"Ta." Jack wrinkled his nose as she reached past him to gather her own sword and pistol before throwing him back his.
"I thought you killed my father?" she glanced over at him as she began to climb the stairs, it was a huge effort, her muscles screamed with discomfort with each step.
"As good as, marooned him." Devon snorted and turned to stab a finger at him.
"That's funny cause the reason I'm on this bloody ship is because my father has put a bounty on my head." Jack eyed the end of her finger as though a bullet may fly from it.
"Well at least your worth something to somebody." he flashed her a quick smile and Devon stabbed him in the chest with her finger.
"You just remember that I let you go two years ago, I would have loved to leave you to rot however, I believe that means you owe me one."
"And I believe I just sprung you from that cell over there," he turned and waved a hand over at her cell in case she had forgotten where it was. "So I would call it even." he smiled at her haughtily. Devon turned her back on him, he was still arrogant as he always was and he still irritated her the no end as well. The gathering darkness cast an eerie shadow over the damaged deck, Devon stepped over a dead body and stopped to catch her breath, her head was swimming and she was having to make a real effort to stand. Using her sword to lean on she surveyed the damage to the Anvil. Splintered wood scattered amongst dead pirates, blood staining the deck. She smirked at the Captain who had captured her as he slumped against the main mast clutching at a bullet wound in his chest. Jack's crew walked past her carrying handfuls of loot, it made Devon laugh as she recognised a gold statue of a horse that she personally had stolen from the ship she had attacked only a day or two ago.
"Most of that's mine you know," she stated wincing as she spoke. Jack eyed her shoulder and her blood soaked shirt.
"Mine now." he lifted a hand to pull open the tear in the shirt so he could see her wound, she pulled back.
"I heard a lot about you and the Echo," Jack tried again to peer at her wound, he slapped away her hand as she tried to stop him, "It would seem you earned quite a respectable reputation." he opened the torn shirt and winced at her gash. "Need to get that seen to before you bleed yourself dry." his hand fell to his side and he caught her eye. Devon gave him a half smile and allowed him to put an arm round her waist so she could bear her weight on him.
"As much as I hate to admit it Jack I'm quite glad to see you." she finally muttered heading towards the Black Pearl.
"Same goes luv,"
Well what do you think? Please please review! The more I get the quicker I update.Also if you decided to read the first one please let me know what you thought, x