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Sorry Moulin Rouge Pirate it's not a sequel, I couldn't think of a story line! I hope you like this any way it was one of my original plans for Change In The Wind however as you will find out it wouldn't have worked in the other story.
Captain Tarrogyn stared at his daughter with narrowed eyes.
"Its fool poof." he commented, lifting is tankard to his thin cracked lips. Devon met his gaze and snorted.
"For you maybe father, your not the one doing it." she lifted her own tankard and took a mouthful of ale, "I don't see anything in it for me," she eyed him waiting for his answer.
"You get me that ship and those bearings and I'll give you the Echo and a share of the treasure," he said at last leaning back into his chair. Devon chewed on the thought, she loathed him deeply, his cruel savage life that he had burdened on her since she was a child, it was that same thing that kept her from running from him. His merciless attitude had earned him a respect among pirates, he was feared and as long as she was on his ship she was safe. However her increasing longing for independence itched her feet, she wanted her own ship and this it would seem was the perfect opportunity. Her fathers smug grin irritated her.
"And how I'm I supposed to get on it for a start?" she questioned him pulling a strand of her dark hair from her eyes, Tarrogyn laughed and leant close towards her.
"That's why were in Tortuga, that's how you start." he stood and grabbed a handful of her shirt. "I don't care how you get on it, kill him, pleasure him, maroon him, I don't care just get those bearings and have that ship under your command!" he gave her a heavy shove, "I'll give this just now as pre payment," from his pocket he produced a thick gold chain and dangling on the end a gold disc embedded with a deep blue stone. Devon regarded the amulet with interest taking it from her fathers hand.
"What share of the treasure?" she glanced up at her father.
"Ten percent." Devon snorted slipping the amulet over her head and the pirate captain grunted.
"Twenty then," he watched her with keen eyes waiting for her agreement, she shook her head.
"I want fifty percent I'm doing half the work so I should expect half the payment." Tarrogyn growled low in his throat.
"Thirty and that's my best." he stood, the chair scraping along the rough floor as he did so. Devon sighed nodding finally as she brought her tankard to her lips.
"And the Echo, in one piece might I add," she called after her father as he left.
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Devon entered the rough tavern her eyes immediate searching thought the drunk pirates and tarted up whores. She wading through the fights and leers of the louts and bought a tankard of ale.
"I'm looking for a Captain Sparrow," she nodded her thanks to the bar tender as he pointed a direction. Devon caught sight of the pirate in the corner his hat over his eyes and his feet planted lazily up on the rutted table. She made her way over and sat in the table next to him letting her eyes search the tavern. She said nothing and it was a long time before the captain finally spoke without removing his hat from his face.
"Waiting for someone luv?" Devon silently thanked no one in particular that he finally acknowledged her.
"Yes, my crew," she hoped this would arouse his interest enough for him to inquire more. He stayed silent for a moment and Devon was beginning to think he had nodded off.
"You've been waiting a while, sure they're coming?"
"I'm not sure," she drank some of her ale and glanced over at him, he hadn't moved a muscle. "They were meant to meet me here once they had escaped from the redcoats in Port Alray. The captain finally lifted his hat and sat up a dry chuckle escaping from his lips.
"And what makes you so sure that they will escape and indeed if they do if they will come back to get you?" he narrowed his impossibly dark eyes at her and lifted the corner of his mouth into a half cocked smirk. Devon studied him for a moment, she hadn't expected the pirate to be so smooth skinned.
"Because they are loyal to they're captain." Sparrow lent back putting his feet back up onto the table a frown furrowing his brow.
"Captain? You?" he snickered softly and went to replace his hat over his face.
"Aye and what make you think rotten of that, is it because I'm not graced with certain extensions of my body like yourself?" Devon was angered at his mocking of her, she may be a woman but she worked as hard as any man.
"Graced I am," the pirate replied grinning as he set his hat on his head rather than his face, "and I'm all willing to share it with you luv,"
"I'd rather die," Devon shot back and cursed herself, if she was going to get on his ship she would have to at least try and get on a good side of him, if indeed he had one. Sparrow frowned surprised at his knock back, his hand found a bottle of rum and he drank from it regarding the girl with narrowed eyes.
"Captain you say luv, of which ship might I ask." Devon relaxed glad she hadn't offended him too much.
"The Red Wing,"
"Never heard of that. You cant be much of a pirate," he swilled the remaining rum around the bottle and watched her reaction, he smiled when a scowl crossed her brow.
"I don't usually sail these waters," Devon glanced at his grinning face, the gold in his teeth catching the candle light and winking. The pirate leaned forward.
"Don't see your crew here yet luv, my guess is that you wont be sailing any waters as of now,"
Devon sighed and searched the tavern's occupants.
"I fear you might be right." she admitted looking miserably down at her tankard. The captain watched her for a moment his eyes falling on to the amulet that hung from her neck.
"What's your name luv?" he asked removing his legs from the table and leaning forward regarding the amulet with more interest. Devon glanced over at him suspiciously.
"Devon," the pirate leaned back cocking his head to the side,
"Just Devon or do you have a second name" he lifted his bottle to his lips and drank without taking his eyes off her. Devon shifted uneasily fearing the captain would recognise her real name.
"Javis," she lowered her eyes back to the ale and Sparrow nodded seeming satisfied with her answer.
"Captain Jack Sparrow," he extended his hand shaking Devon's in his crushing grip.
"What brings you here Captain," she asked mildly settling herself back against the wall. She felt slightly more at ease with him, he didn't seem as though he was too interesting in her fictional escape from the redcoats, she thanked him for that, she had no explanation as to how she would have escaped by herself without a ship. The captain frowned.
"Just taking a rest, getting my ship filled, satisfying my man instincts." his eyes wandered over a flownsy whore as she sidled past him batting her heavy eyelashes. Devon wrinkled her nose disgusted.
"Well you certainly have plenty to choose from," she commented looking round the inn at the numoures amount of the women as they offered their body's for a shilling or two. The captain laughed finishing the last of his rum. She turned now to him her eyes seeping over the pirate.
"Where are you heading to now?" she asked as casually as she could finishing her last drop of ale and studying the empty tankard., Sparrow shrugged.
"My guess is as good as your luv," he slurred setting down his empty bottle and looking over her, "Probably east towards Port Royal, I have friends there that I wish to congratulate on a new extension of their family," Devon jumped at the chance he had just set forward to her.
"You'll be passing Alray then," she said acting excited. Sparrow nodded raising an eyebrow questionly, "You could drop me there so I can get my ship back." she waited her breath baited. Sparrow thought for a full minute his eyes wandering back down to the amulet.
"Aye, I guess I could providing that the payment is fair." he caught her eyes and smiled suggestively. Devon nodded and her hand reached for the amulet around her neck.
"This." she lifted it so he could have a better look. Sparrow's eyebrows shot up and under the hat he wore.
"You're going to give me that?" Devon looked at the amulet confused.
"Aye, there's nothing wrong with it, it's not fake or anything." she glanced back at the captain who now grinned at her.
"Very well luv, we have and accord." he stretched out his hand to seal the proposition.
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Devon was given her own cabin, it was tiny and filled with what looked like trunks and boxes of thieved clothing that were not worth any value but were too good to throw to the sea. The cabin bed when she finally cleared it was musty and dust lay thick over the moth eaten blankets. She spent the first day or two keeping herself to herself in it, her mind ticking constantly to come up with some sort of plan. In her observations she had noticed one thing about the crew and that was respect and loyalty to the captain. They liked him and Devon knew there was no way she could organise a mutiny of maroon him whilst the crew were aboard. She couldn't kill them all as much as she would have liked to and less chance further of being able to use them in an effort to get the bearings or where abouts of the map. Eventually she came to the conclusion that she would have to get what she wanted directly from the captain by any possible means. If she killed him it would need to be close to land so she could make a quick escape by means of swimming. It was the only way. She knew the captain wouldn't give her the map and bearings without a fight and one she would probably lose, she would have to kill him and then find the map in his cabin, surly the only place he would hide it. Sighing heavily Devon made her way onto the deck and searched in the gathering darkness for land, only the tiniest shadow of some showed against the horizon. It would not be tonight at least she would carry out her business.
"Finally ventured up here then luv?" she whipped round to catch Sparrow grinning down at her from the helm one hand resting on the wheel and the other flailing gently in the air. She made her way up the steps to stand beside him.
"A fine night Captain," she commented at the vivid colours of sunset as the day slipped gently into night. He nodded turning to follow her gaze. Devon needed some excuse to get into his cabin for a good root about and if sucking up his foul ass was the only way so be it she stepped closer her shoulder brushing against his.
"I often wonder what it is that drives a Captain such as yourself?" she continued letting her eyes wander over the polished wheel. Jack swayed on his feet as he turned to study her suspiciously, eyes narrowed as he spoke.
"Being a Captain yourself I thought you would know." Devon cursed herself silently for putting herself in that position. She faced him smiling lightly.
"Perhaps I'm just looking for an excuse to speak to you." Jack watched her for a minute and turned back to the wheel pulling a knarled rope over one of the protruding grips to hold it on course.
"How did you get a hold of that trinket you wear so modestly round your neck ?" The question caught Devon off guard , her mouth opening to answer but no explanation found its way out.
"Come on luv, you wanted an excuse to speak, lets have your answer." he made his way to the steps turning to motion her to follow.
"I stole it," she finally managed following the pirate into his cabin.
"Stole it?" he repeated sceptically swinging himself into one of the chairs surrounding the huge round table. A frown found its way onto his tanned forehead.
"Aye, I stole it, I'm a pirate Captain Sparrow it's what I do." she sat down opposite him meeting his stare and holding it praying that he couldn't see through her lies.
"Who from?" he pulled off his hat and flung it over to rest on the large bed. Devon felt irritation gather in her voice as she answered, he was beginning to try her patience.
"I don't remember, it was a merchant ship sailing in British waters." Jack nodded slowly his face taking on a more thoughtful look.
"I see," he it more to him self than her, Devon's annoyance got the better of her and she stood abruptly.
"If you'll excuse me Captain I find my own company better than being ridiculed by you," she stomped to the door slamming it behind her. She didn't care wither she was going to have to swim across the entire sea, she would murder that bastered tonight before he could ask her one more single question. The cast a look to the land, if she took the row boat, it would only take a good few hours to get there a small smile crept over her face.
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The Black Pearl was finally quiet, Devon had heard the crew long into the night singing and thumping about above her in the galley. Fuelled by drink and with their bellies full they had danced and shouted and generally annoyed the hell out of Devon with their persistent pirate songs. Gritting her teeth she crept up the rickety steps and onto the silent deck. The dagger she held glinted in the moon light making her smile with the thought of the Captains blood that would soon christen it. She crept silently into his cabin and waited until her eyes adjusted to the dark. She could make out his sleeping form on the bed, an empty bottle of rum clutched in one hand. She tiptoed over and waited a moment as he grumbled rolling over onto his back. Devon watching him for a long moment wondering how the crew could be led so blindly by him. True he appeared to be fair to them yet something about this captain intrigued Devon. Pushing any thoughts from her mind she rested the blade at his throat feeling suddenly and shockingly like the traitor she was. She hesitated lifting the blade and cursing her conscious, she pressed it again as his neck her mind working on how she was going to have to row all the way to land in the pitch black with the map. The map, she closer her eyes briefly and glanced around the room. Where the hell was it, what if it wasn't in here at all. Sighing softly she removed the blade from his neck and stared down at him feeling ashamed. She stepped back and took the bottle from his hand and set it down on the floor next to the bed then reached to the crumpled blanket at his feet . She stopped and stifled a laugh, she'd come in here to murder him and instead was about to wrap him up like a small child who had kicked off the covers. Tucking the dagger into her breeches she left quickly and silently as she had come.
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Chapter 1! Hope you all liked it, Not much going on just yet, please sent me a review if you've got any comments. Thanks xx
Sorry Moulin Rouge Pirate it's not a sequel, I couldn't think of a story line! I hope you like this any way it was one of my original plans for Change In The Wind however as you will find out it wouldn't have worked in the other story.
Captain Tarrogyn stared at his daughter with narrowed eyes.
"Its fool poof." he commented, lifting is tankard to his thin cracked lips. Devon met his gaze and snorted.
"For you maybe father, your not the one doing it." she lifted her own tankard and took a mouthful of ale, "I don't see anything in it for me," she eyed him waiting for his answer.
"You get me that ship and those bearings and I'll give you the Echo and a share of the treasure," he said at last leaning back into his chair. Devon chewed on the thought, she loathed him deeply, his cruel savage life that he had burdened on her since she was a child, it was that same thing that kept her from running from him. His merciless attitude had earned him a respect among pirates, he was feared and as long as she was on his ship she was safe. However her increasing longing for independence itched her feet, she wanted her own ship and this it would seem was the perfect opportunity. Her fathers smug grin irritated her.
"And how I'm I supposed to get on it for a start?" she questioned him pulling a strand of her dark hair from her eyes, Tarrogyn laughed and leant close towards her.
"That's why were in Tortuga, that's how you start." he stood and grabbed a handful of her shirt. "I don't care how you get on it, kill him, pleasure him, maroon him, I don't care just get those bearings and have that ship under your command!" he gave her a heavy shove, "I'll give this just now as pre payment," from his pocket he produced a thick gold chain and dangling on the end a gold disc embedded with a deep blue stone. Devon regarded the amulet with interest taking it from her fathers hand.
"What share of the treasure?" she glanced up at her father.
"Ten percent." Devon snorted slipping the amulet over her head and the pirate captain grunted.
"Twenty then," he watched her with keen eyes waiting for her agreement, she shook her head.
"I want fifty percent I'm doing half the work so I should expect half the payment." Tarrogyn growled low in his throat.
"Thirty and that's my best." he stood, the chair scraping along the rough floor as he did so. Devon sighed nodding finally as she brought her tankard to her lips.
"And the Echo, in one piece might I add," she called after her father as he left.
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Devon entered the rough tavern her eyes immediate searching thought the drunk pirates and tarted up whores. She wading through the fights and leers of the louts and bought a tankard of ale.
"I'm looking for a Captain Sparrow," she nodded her thanks to the bar tender as he pointed a direction. Devon caught sight of the pirate in the corner his hat over his eyes and his feet planted lazily up on the rutted table. She made her way over and sat in the table next to him letting her eyes search the tavern. She said nothing and it was a long time before the captain finally spoke without removing his hat from his face.
"Waiting for someone luv?" Devon silently thanked no one in particular that he finally acknowledged her.
"Yes, my crew," she hoped this would arouse his interest enough for him to inquire more. He stayed silent for a moment and Devon was beginning to think he had nodded off.
"You've been waiting a while, sure they're coming?"
"I'm not sure," she drank some of her ale and glanced over at him, he hadn't moved a muscle. "They were meant to meet me here once they had escaped from the redcoats in Port Alray. The captain finally lifted his hat and sat up a dry chuckle escaping from his lips.
"And what makes you so sure that they will escape and indeed if they do if they will come back to get you?" he narrowed his impossibly dark eyes at her and lifted the corner of his mouth into a half cocked smirk. Devon studied him for a moment, she hadn't expected the pirate to be so smooth skinned.
"Because they are loyal to they're captain." Sparrow lent back putting his feet back up onto the table a frown furrowing his brow.
"Captain? You?" he snickered softly and went to replace his hat over his face.
"Aye and what make you think rotten of that, is it because I'm not graced with certain extensions of my body like yourself?" Devon was angered at his mocking of her, she may be a woman but she worked as hard as any man.
"Graced I am," the pirate replied grinning as he set his hat on his head rather than his face, "and I'm all willing to share it with you luv,"
"I'd rather die," Devon shot back and cursed herself, if she was going to get on his ship she would have to at least try and get on a good side of him, if indeed he had one. Sparrow frowned surprised at his knock back, his hand found a bottle of rum and he drank from it regarding the girl with narrowed eyes.
"Captain you say luv, of which ship might I ask." Devon relaxed glad she hadn't offended him too much.
"The Red Wing,"
"Never heard of that. You cant be much of a pirate," he swilled the remaining rum around the bottle and watched her reaction, he smiled when a scowl crossed her brow.
"I don't usually sail these waters," Devon glanced at his grinning face, the gold in his teeth catching the candle light and winking. The pirate leaned forward.
"Don't see your crew here yet luv, my guess is that you wont be sailing any waters as of now,"
Devon sighed and searched the tavern's occupants.
"I fear you might be right." she admitted looking miserably down at her tankard. The captain watched her for a moment his eyes falling on to the amulet that hung from her neck.
"What's your name luv?" he asked removing his legs from the table and leaning forward regarding the amulet with more interest. Devon glanced over at him suspiciously.
"Devon," the pirate leaned back cocking his head to the side,
"Just Devon or do you have a second name" he lifted his bottle to his lips and drank without taking his eyes off her. Devon shifted uneasily fearing the captain would recognise her real name.
"Javis," she lowered her eyes back to the ale and Sparrow nodded seeming satisfied with her answer.
"Captain Jack Sparrow," he extended his hand shaking Devon's in his crushing grip.
"What brings you here Captain," she asked mildly settling herself back against the wall. She felt slightly more at ease with him, he didn't seem as though he was too interesting in her fictional escape from the redcoats, she thanked him for that, she had no explanation as to how she would have escaped by herself without a ship. The captain frowned.
"Just taking a rest, getting my ship filled, satisfying my man instincts." his eyes wandered over a flownsy whore as she sidled past him batting her heavy eyelashes. Devon wrinkled her nose disgusted.
"Well you certainly have plenty to choose from," she commented looking round the inn at the numoures amount of the women as they offered their body's for a shilling or two. The captain laughed finishing the last of his rum. She turned now to him her eyes seeping over the pirate.
"Where are you heading to now?" she asked as casually as she could finishing her last drop of ale and studying the empty tankard., Sparrow shrugged.
"My guess is as good as your luv," he slurred setting down his empty bottle and looking over her, "Probably east towards Port Royal, I have friends there that I wish to congratulate on a new extension of their family," Devon jumped at the chance he had just set forward to her.
"You'll be passing Alray then," she said acting excited. Sparrow nodded raising an eyebrow questionly, "You could drop me there so I can get my ship back." she waited her breath baited. Sparrow thought for a full minute his eyes wandering back down to the amulet.
"Aye, I guess I could providing that the payment is fair." he caught her eyes and smiled suggestively. Devon nodded and her hand reached for the amulet around her neck.
"This." she lifted it so he could have a better look. Sparrow's eyebrows shot up and under the hat he wore.
"You're going to give me that?" Devon looked at the amulet confused.
"Aye, there's nothing wrong with it, it's not fake or anything." she glanced back at the captain who now grinned at her.
"Very well luv, we have and accord." he stretched out his hand to seal the proposition.
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Devon was given her own cabin, it was tiny and filled with what looked like trunks and boxes of thieved clothing that were not worth any value but were too good to throw to the sea. The cabin bed when she finally cleared it was musty and dust lay thick over the moth eaten blankets. She spent the first day or two keeping herself to herself in it, her mind ticking constantly to come up with some sort of plan. In her observations she had noticed one thing about the crew and that was respect and loyalty to the captain. They liked him and Devon knew there was no way she could organise a mutiny of maroon him whilst the crew were aboard. She couldn't kill them all as much as she would have liked to and less chance further of being able to use them in an effort to get the bearings or where abouts of the map. Eventually she came to the conclusion that she would have to get what she wanted directly from the captain by any possible means. If she killed him it would need to be close to land so she could make a quick escape by means of swimming. It was the only way. She knew the captain wouldn't give her the map and bearings without a fight and one she would probably lose, she would have to kill him and then find the map in his cabin, surly the only place he would hide it. Sighing heavily Devon made her way onto the deck and searched in the gathering darkness for land, only the tiniest shadow of some showed against the horizon. It would not be tonight at least she would carry out her business.
"Finally ventured up here then luv?" she whipped round to catch Sparrow grinning down at her from the helm one hand resting on the wheel and the other flailing gently in the air. She made her way up the steps to stand beside him.
"A fine night Captain," she commented at the vivid colours of sunset as the day slipped gently into night. He nodded turning to follow her gaze. Devon needed some excuse to get into his cabin for a good root about and if sucking up his foul ass was the only way so be it she stepped closer her shoulder brushing against his.
"I often wonder what it is that drives a Captain such as yourself?" she continued letting her eyes wander over the polished wheel. Jack swayed on his feet as he turned to study her suspiciously, eyes narrowed as he spoke.
"Being a Captain yourself I thought you would know." Devon cursed herself silently for putting herself in that position. She faced him smiling lightly.
"Perhaps I'm just looking for an excuse to speak to you." Jack watched her for a minute and turned back to the wheel pulling a knarled rope over one of the protruding grips to hold it on course.
"How did you get a hold of that trinket you wear so modestly round your neck ?" The question caught Devon off guard , her mouth opening to answer but no explanation found its way out.
"Come on luv, you wanted an excuse to speak, lets have your answer." he made his way to the steps turning to motion her to follow.
"I stole it," she finally managed following the pirate into his cabin.
"Stole it?" he repeated sceptically swinging himself into one of the chairs surrounding the huge round table. A frown found its way onto his tanned forehead.
"Aye, I stole it, I'm a pirate Captain Sparrow it's what I do." she sat down opposite him meeting his stare and holding it praying that he couldn't see through her lies.
"Who from?" he pulled off his hat and flung it over to rest on the large bed. Devon felt irritation gather in her voice as she answered, he was beginning to try her patience.
"I don't remember, it was a merchant ship sailing in British waters." Jack nodded slowly his face taking on a more thoughtful look.
"I see," he it more to him self than her, Devon's annoyance got the better of her and she stood abruptly.
"If you'll excuse me Captain I find my own company better than being ridiculed by you," she stomped to the door slamming it behind her. She didn't care wither she was going to have to swim across the entire sea, she would murder that bastered tonight before he could ask her one more single question. The cast a look to the land, if she took the row boat, it would only take a good few hours to get there a small smile crept over her face.
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The Black Pearl was finally quiet, Devon had heard the crew long into the night singing and thumping about above her in the galley. Fuelled by drink and with their bellies full they had danced and shouted and generally annoyed the hell out of Devon with their persistent pirate songs. Gritting her teeth she crept up the rickety steps and onto the silent deck. The dagger she held glinted in the moon light making her smile with the thought of the Captains blood that would soon christen it. She crept silently into his cabin and waited until her eyes adjusted to the dark. She could make out his sleeping form on the bed, an empty bottle of rum clutched in one hand. She tiptoed over and waited a moment as he grumbled rolling over onto his back. Devon watching him for a long moment wondering how the crew could be led so blindly by him. True he appeared to be fair to them yet something about this captain intrigued Devon. Pushing any thoughts from her mind she rested the blade at his throat feeling suddenly and shockingly like the traitor she was. She hesitated lifting the blade and cursing her conscious, she pressed it again as his neck her mind working on how she was going to have to row all the way to land in the pitch black with the map. The map, she closer her eyes briefly and glanced around the room. Where the hell was it, what if it wasn't in here at all. Sighing softly she removed the blade from his neck and stared down at him feeling ashamed. She stepped back and took the bottle from his hand and set it down on the floor next to the bed then reached to the crumpled blanket at his feet . She stopped and stifled a laugh, she'd come in here to murder him and instead was about to wrap him up like a small child who had kicked off the covers. Tucking the dagger into her breeches she left quickly and silently as she had come.
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Chapter 1! Hope you all liked it, Not much going on just yet, please sent me a review if you've got any comments. Thanks xx