Title: Sense of Devotion

Sequel to Sense of Demand

Rated: R (Violence, sensuality, sexual practice and language)

Summary: After then events on The Isle, Jack has parted ways with Elizabeth. Just when he was forgetting everything, the recent past catches up to him and things will never be the same.

A/N: The last one! I never meant to make this a trilogy, but I had too many ideas. Happy reading!

CHAPTER ONE

"Two bits! Only two bits!"

"Buy your fish! Fresh from the ocean!"

"Looking for a good time?"

Jim smiled as he pushed through the familiar streets of Tortuga. Ignoring everyone in the city, he made his way to the outskirts, where a couple of houses stood.

"Jim!"

He smiled wider and picked up his speed. In no time he had a petite blonde in his arms, spinning her around and laughing. After a couple of minutes of breathless laughter and breathless kisses, Jim and Kate walked hand in hand towards the city.

"You said the trip would not be so long." Kate said, feigning anger. "It's been almost ten months!"

"I know. But as Jack says, complications ensued... I'm just glad to be here." Jim moved to put his arm around his love's shoulders. "It was a horrifying experience. Sirens, mermaids, waves the size of towns... but it was profitable."

"Meaning?"

Jim smiled. "Meaning Jack ran into an old lady friend, who wanted to both kiss and smack him at the same time."

Kate's interest peaked. "You meand she came-"

"Don't get too excited. Her name was Angelica." They stepped aside to allow a cart to pass. "We did not even go by... there." Jim sighed.

"Oh." Kate's dissapointment sounded.

"Yet I think the Captain and Miss Angelica got intimate. He has been walking around a lot lighter after that journey." Jim smiled, sensing Katie feeling uncomfortable. "Do not fear my love, you are still- and always- will be my only."

Katies' resolve stregthened. "Good. Yet I don't see how that trip was profitable."

"Well..." Jim bit his lip, trying hard not to smile. "You remember the dream you had? To own a business of your own, with a house attached?"

Kate felt her insides twist. "Yes?"

Jim stopped in front of a small tavern, where mostly old sea dogs sat and told tall tales. The owner himself was one, wanting only to sit and enjoy the business but not actually wanting to run it.

"Here it is. It's ours. The Crochety Mare." Jim stepped back and let his love process the information. She stared, mouth wide open, at the red-bricked building.

"But, that means..." She turned to look at Jim, who immediately went on one knee.

"Kathleen." Jim took her left hand. "You waited for me to follow my dream. I thank you for that. But no more waiting. Now it is time for your dream."

"Yes!" She yelled excitedly.

Jim smiled. "Let me finish."

"Sorry. Go ahead, go ahead." Kate placed her other hand on Jim's shoulder to steady herself.

"Kathleen, will you be my wife?"

Kate's smile stretched from ear to ear. Tears of happiness leaked out of the corners of her eyes. "Yes. Yes Jiminy Gibbs, I will."

(J)(E)(J)(E)

The flame burned out. Sore, tired and more than hungry, he stood up walked away from his desk. His eyes were dry and that made them itch. Rubbing his eyes, he walked to the other side of the room.

"Come to bed. You promised me a good time." A sultry voice sounded from the bed. "I heard tale you are famous for being unpredictable in bed, Jack Sparrow."

He grinned. "That is true."

With a silver flash, the dagger imbedded deep in her chest. Her face froze in fright. He felt the warmness pour into his hand and smiled. He reached up and licked his fingers.

"I am surprising."