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Devon sulked in her cabin the following day. She fought desperately hard to control her emotions, one minute anger coursed through her like hot lead the next misery swallowed her. She was a complete failure. With land disappearing behind them they were heading into open sea's, there was going to be no chance of getting off the ship until Port Alray. She was ashamed of herself for not being able to go through with it, ashamed of herself that she had tried to do it in the first place. She handled the dagger between her fingers, she had never had a problem killing before but that had always been under different circumcises where she had been defending her life. To take another's life while he slept was downright ignorant not to mention unfair. She heaved out a sigh rubbing her hands over her eyes. She was completely trapped. If she didn't get the map her father would surly slaughter her and if she didn't get the Pearl there was no way her father would give up the Echo even if she did return with the map. She mused over just calling it a day and getting off at Port Alray, she was a good pirate but good enough to steal a ship and find a crew of her own? She didn't think so. Setting her jaw firmly she stood, she was going to have to get the map or at least the bearings, if she could do that without Jack knowing she would get off at Port Alray and call it a day. She could barging her share of the treasure with her father if he found her a ship of her own.
Jack wasn't at the wheel so Devon crossed to his cabin door and hearing voices within she stopped and pressed her ear against the door.
"Alright Captain," she recognised Mr Gibbs voice.
"See that that Tarrogyn girl isn't snooping about the hold as well, I'd like to keep my treasure to myself." Devon froze. He'd called her Tarrogyn. Quickly dodging the door as it opened she hid in the shadows behind it until Mr Gibbs had slipped away down the steps into the ship. She let out a ragged breath. How the hell had he found out who she was. Her mind raced she had no explanation other than the truth. If he knew she was Captain Tarrogyn's daughter then he knew exactly what she wanted aboard his ship. In complete despair she stood ready to face him, if it came to it she would grovel for her life but until then she had to keep her and her father's reputation intact. She knocked softly on the door and entered before he had a chance to say otherwise.
"It's yourself," he chirped from the table, an aged map spread out in front of him and the remains of his dinner to the side of that. "Storm brewing luv, have to keep an eye on where we are," he continued catching her staring at the map. Devon was confused at his casualness towards her, he wasn't acting any different to her at all and it made her wonder how long he had known her true name for. Jack stared at her waiting for some sort of answer to why she had come over in the first place.
"Are you lost luv," he said eventually frowning at her blank expression, Devon caught herself.
"Sorry, no I was just…" she knew there was no way she could just blurt it out, "looking for some company," her eyes caught his and he lent back in the chair the frown not leaving his forehead.
"Oh well in that case," he lent behind him and pulled out of a drawer two bottles of rum, throwing her one over he had already opened his. Devon followed suit and opened her own sliding into the chair next to him.
"Storm you say? Big one?" she tried in vain to sound normal but she knew instantly she had failed at that too. Jack tutted impatiently rolling his eyes.
"Come on, let's have it, you didn't come in here to enjoy my bloody company luv," he nodded over at her, "What's bothering you," Devon let out a vigorous sigh at met his eyes level.
"I know your not a fool Jack Sparrow and-"
"Capatin."
"And neither am I. So we can stop pretending you don't know who I am." she chewed on her lip as she watched his reaction. He lifted his feet and plonked them on the table a small grin curling one corner of his mouth.
"I wasn't pretending luv, I knew who you were, you're the one pretending to be of another name." he grinned at her fully now making her feel small and ashamed. She lowered her eyes picking at the label on the rum bottle.
"What's to be done with me then?" Jack rocked back on his chair swigging on the rum bottle,
"Depends on how deep all this goes," he answered motioning with his hand to address what 'all this' was. Devon didn't understand she lifted her eyebrows and met his eyes. Jack lent forward narrowing his eyes on her.
"You have no idea what that is hanging from your neck do you?" it wasn't really a question for Devon to answer still she shook her head and Jack laughed.
"Didn't think so luv, otherwise you wouldn't be displaying it so blatantly." Devon looked down at the amulet that hung so innocently between her breasts wondering what it had got to do with anything. Jack tipped his head back regarding her with interest.
"Let me guess, your father gave you that, right before he told you to board the Pearl with me, correct me if I'm wrong luv," he sat back smugly with burning eyes waiting for a reply. Devon could only open her mouth in disbelief that the pirate knew so much.
"What's it got to do with anything?" she asked coolly fingering the amulet absentmindedly. Jack lifted one of his fingers smiling devishly at her.
"Everything." he stood now and came towards her taking the gold disc from her fingers and peering at it closely. "this here is not just a pretty trinket luv, it's a key and your father knew that when he put it round you traitorous neck." Jack caught her eye as he straightened back up, "He also knows that I know what it is and that's why he gave you it." Devon was completely confused, she stood and shook her head.
"Nonsense, if my father knew of its importance he wouldn't of given it to me." she watched Jack waiting for him to enlighten her further, the pirate reached forward and toughed her cheek.
"Luv he tricked you." Devon laughed out loud and shook her head again,
"You don't know what your talking about." she said turning her back on him ready to leave convinced he didn't have any idea why she was on his ship. Jack grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.
"So why didn't you kill me last night when you had the chance luv?" his eyes bore into hers like hot coals, she pulled away fear trickling into her body. "no point in lying to me darling cos I'm no fool like you said earlier." Devon swallowed tried to get some moisture back into her throat.
"I needed the map, the bearings for the Sierra treasure." The captain stepped back and smiled smugly.
"What map?" his voice was thick with self satisfaction, "I don't have a map or the bearings, but father knew that aswell." he watched Devon lower her eyes defeated at last.
"I don't understand," she mumbled weakly. Jack took in a breath and breathed it out slowly the small grin never leaving his lips.
"Your father sent you on this ship wearing the key of Sierra round your neck knowing fine well I don't have the map on the ship, he does know however that I know where the map is." he turned to Devon and smiled, "Following me luv?" Devon shrugged,
"He expects me to kill you so I can have the key, then having the key I then have reason to go and get the map, Tarrogynn then attacks me gets the key and the map and has the treasure to himself." Devon stared at him dumfounded.
"No that's stupid, why would he do that? Why doesn't he just fetch the map himself?" Jack laughed and came towards her his dark eyes smouldering with modesty.
"Because I'm the only person who knows where the map is, savvy?" he came closer still to her causing her to take a step back.
"How so?"
"Because I put it there," he closed the gap between them again. "Look, the only way he can get the treasure is with the key and the bearings. The only way he can get the bearings is if I have the key, and as long as I have the key your father is getting nothing." he curled his hand round the chain of the amulet and snapped it clean off her neck. "And as long as he thinks your dead and I've got this, he thinks I'm going for the map, I would expect that he's following us right now in fact." he turned away his mood lightening instantly as he turned the amulet in his fingers examining it. "Quite pretty though isn't it?" he said not looking up at her. Devon didn't know if he was being serious or just mocking her, she played safe and nodded still standing awkwardly by the door. The captain looked over her examining her the same way he had the trinket, it unnerved her feeling his eyes rake over her so intimately. She stared at her feet.
"What's to be done with me then?"
"Well since I cant trust you not to be sneaking in here at night ready to spill my blood I would imagine I'd be happier if I locked you down in the brig." his mood darkened suddenly and he came towards her grabbing her throat and pushing her roughly against the wall. "I would feel a lot better putting my blade in your gut, be thankful I'm not as cold blooded as you might have been led to think." he glared at her and she trembled as his fingers tightened round her neck. She lifted her knee hard against his groin and instantly felt his fingers drop from her neck. Grabbing his sword from its sheath she pulled away holding the tip of the blade to his throat as he doubled over clutching at his aching man parts.
"I'm giving you three seconds to give me that back luv," he grunted reaching out one hand but remaining doubled over. Devon stared down at him feeling the smallest amount of satisfaction at his obvious pain.
"One, two,"
"I should have just killed you when I had the chance," she snapped following his neck with the blade as he stood wincing.
"Three," he held out his hand a look of boredom crossing his face, "Come on, give me it," Devon was slightly taken aback,
"I'll kill you right now if you move," she lifted the blade to his cheek and he rolled his eyes unfazed by her threatening.
"I don't have time for this," he muttered, Devon only blinked and he had shot away from the tip and had grabbed her wrist squeezing until she cried out in pain and dropped the sword. It fell with a clatter at her feet and she kicked it away fearing Jack would pick it up and use it on her. Jack glanced over at the sword grimacing.
"If you've put one scratch on that luv." he turned back to her as she snatched her hand free.
"You'll what?" Devon knew she was in no place to be challenging the pirate but her pride made her refuse to go lightly. She watched Jack amble over to the sword and pick it up, he cast a quick glance over it before driving it back into its sheath. He sat back down into his chair and took a few mouthfuls of his rum observing her for a long while.
"Is there any way I can trust you?" he asked his eyes narrowing as he stood again, his empty hand pawed at the air. Devon didn't answer she levelled his eyes and smirked. Jack tipped his head back and looked at the ceiling sighing with irritation.
"Look darling, I could just as easily kill you right now but I wont cause that's what Tarrogynn wants, savvy? So we can get along or a least pretend to get along until this whole mess is finished with or you can rot in the brig of my ship." he cocked his head to the side waiting for an answer, "Can I trust you luv?"
"As far as you can throw me."
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Untouchable your back girl! So glad you found this story,
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Devon sulked in her cabin the following day. She fought desperately hard to control her emotions, one minute anger coursed through her like hot lead the next misery swallowed her. She was a complete failure. With land disappearing behind them they were heading into open sea's, there was going to be no chance of getting off the ship until Port Alray. She was ashamed of herself for not being able to go through with it, ashamed of herself that she had tried to do it in the first place. She handled the dagger between her fingers, she had never had a problem killing before but that had always been under different circumcises where she had been defending her life. To take another's life while he slept was downright ignorant not to mention unfair. She heaved out a sigh rubbing her hands over her eyes. She was completely trapped. If she didn't get the map her father would surly slaughter her and if she didn't get the Pearl there was no way her father would give up the Echo even if she did return with the map. She mused over just calling it a day and getting off at Port Alray, she was a good pirate but good enough to steal a ship and find a crew of her own? She didn't think so. Setting her jaw firmly she stood, she was going to have to get the map or at least the bearings, if she could do that without Jack knowing she would get off at Port Alray and call it a day. She could barging her share of the treasure with her father if he found her a ship of her own.
Jack wasn't at the wheel so Devon crossed to his cabin door and hearing voices within she stopped and pressed her ear against the door.
"Alright Captain," she recognised Mr Gibbs voice.
"See that that Tarrogyn girl isn't snooping about the hold as well, I'd like to keep my treasure to myself." Devon froze. He'd called her Tarrogyn. Quickly dodging the door as it opened she hid in the shadows behind it until Mr Gibbs had slipped away down the steps into the ship. She let out a ragged breath. How the hell had he found out who she was. Her mind raced she had no explanation other than the truth. If he knew she was Captain Tarrogyn's daughter then he knew exactly what she wanted aboard his ship. In complete despair she stood ready to face him, if it came to it she would grovel for her life but until then she had to keep her and her father's reputation intact. She knocked softly on the door and entered before he had a chance to say otherwise.
"It's yourself," he chirped from the table, an aged map spread out in front of him and the remains of his dinner to the side of that. "Storm brewing luv, have to keep an eye on where we are," he continued catching her staring at the map. Devon was confused at his casualness towards her, he wasn't acting any different to her at all and it made her wonder how long he had known her true name for. Jack stared at her waiting for some sort of answer to why she had come over in the first place.
"Are you lost luv," he said eventually frowning at her blank expression, Devon caught herself.
"Sorry, no I was just…" she knew there was no way she could just blurt it out, "looking for some company," her eyes caught his and he lent back in the chair the frown not leaving his forehead.
"Oh well in that case," he lent behind him and pulled out of a drawer two bottles of rum, throwing her one over he had already opened his. Devon followed suit and opened her own sliding into the chair next to him.
"Storm you say? Big one?" she tried in vain to sound normal but she knew instantly she had failed at that too. Jack tutted impatiently rolling his eyes.
"Come on, let's have it, you didn't come in here to enjoy my bloody company luv," he nodded over at her, "What's bothering you," Devon let out a vigorous sigh at met his eyes level.
"I know your not a fool Jack Sparrow and-"
"Capatin."
"And neither am I. So we can stop pretending you don't know who I am." she chewed on her lip as she watched his reaction. He lifted his feet and plonked them on the table a small grin curling one corner of his mouth.
"I wasn't pretending luv, I knew who you were, you're the one pretending to be of another name." he grinned at her fully now making her feel small and ashamed. She lowered her eyes picking at the label on the rum bottle.
"What's to be done with me then?" Jack rocked back on his chair swigging on the rum bottle,
"Depends on how deep all this goes," he answered motioning with his hand to address what 'all this' was. Devon didn't understand she lifted her eyebrows and met his eyes. Jack lent forward narrowing his eyes on her.
"You have no idea what that is hanging from your neck do you?" it wasn't really a question for Devon to answer still she shook her head and Jack laughed.
"Didn't think so luv, otherwise you wouldn't be displaying it so blatantly." Devon looked down at the amulet that hung so innocently between her breasts wondering what it had got to do with anything. Jack tipped his head back regarding her with interest.
"Let me guess, your father gave you that, right before he told you to board the Pearl with me, correct me if I'm wrong luv," he sat back smugly with burning eyes waiting for a reply. Devon could only open her mouth in disbelief that the pirate knew so much.
"What's it got to do with anything?" she asked coolly fingering the amulet absentmindedly. Jack lifted one of his fingers smiling devishly at her.
"Everything." he stood now and came towards her taking the gold disc from her fingers and peering at it closely. "this here is not just a pretty trinket luv, it's a key and your father knew that when he put it round you traitorous neck." Jack caught her eye as he straightened back up, "He also knows that I know what it is and that's why he gave you it." Devon was completely confused, she stood and shook her head.
"Nonsense, if my father knew of its importance he wouldn't of given it to me." she watched Jack waiting for him to enlighten her further, the pirate reached forward and toughed her cheek.
"Luv he tricked you." Devon laughed out loud and shook her head again,
"You don't know what your talking about." she said turning her back on him ready to leave convinced he didn't have any idea why she was on his ship. Jack grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.
"So why didn't you kill me last night when you had the chance luv?" his eyes bore into hers like hot coals, she pulled away fear trickling into her body. "no point in lying to me darling cos I'm no fool like you said earlier." Devon swallowed tried to get some moisture back into her throat.
"I needed the map, the bearings for the Sierra treasure." The captain stepped back and smiled smugly.
"What map?" his voice was thick with self satisfaction, "I don't have a map or the bearings, but father knew that aswell." he watched Devon lower her eyes defeated at last.
"I don't understand," she mumbled weakly. Jack took in a breath and breathed it out slowly the small grin never leaving his lips.
"Your father sent you on this ship wearing the key of Sierra round your neck knowing fine well I don't have the map on the ship, he does know however that I know where the map is." he turned to Devon and smiled, "Following me luv?" Devon shrugged,
"He expects me to kill you so I can have the key, then having the key I then have reason to go and get the map, Tarrogynn then attacks me gets the key and the map and has the treasure to himself." Devon stared at him dumfounded.
"No that's stupid, why would he do that? Why doesn't he just fetch the map himself?" Jack laughed and came towards her his dark eyes smouldering with modesty.
"Because I'm the only person who knows where the map is, savvy?" he came closer still to her causing her to take a step back.
"How so?"
"Because I put it there," he closed the gap between them again. "Look, the only way he can get the treasure is with the key and the bearings. The only way he can get the bearings is if I have the key, and as long as I have the key your father is getting nothing." he curled his hand round the chain of the amulet and snapped it clean off her neck. "And as long as he thinks your dead and I've got this, he thinks I'm going for the map, I would expect that he's following us right now in fact." he turned away his mood lightening instantly as he turned the amulet in his fingers examining it. "Quite pretty though isn't it?" he said not looking up at her. Devon didn't know if he was being serious or just mocking her, she played safe and nodded still standing awkwardly by the door. The captain looked over her examining her the same way he had the trinket, it unnerved her feeling his eyes rake over her so intimately. She stared at her feet.
"What's to be done with me then?"
"Well since I cant trust you not to be sneaking in here at night ready to spill my blood I would imagine I'd be happier if I locked you down in the brig." his mood darkened suddenly and he came towards her grabbing her throat and pushing her roughly against the wall. "I would feel a lot better putting my blade in your gut, be thankful I'm not as cold blooded as you might have been led to think." he glared at her and she trembled as his fingers tightened round her neck. She lifted her knee hard against his groin and instantly felt his fingers drop from her neck. Grabbing his sword from its sheath she pulled away holding the tip of the blade to his throat as he doubled over clutching at his aching man parts.
"I'm giving you three seconds to give me that back luv," he grunted reaching out one hand but remaining doubled over. Devon stared down at him feeling the smallest amount of satisfaction at his obvious pain.
"One, two,"
"I should have just killed you when I had the chance," she snapped following his neck with the blade as he stood wincing.
"Three," he held out his hand a look of boredom crossing his face, "Come on, give me it," Devon was slightly taken aback,
"I'll kill you right now if you move," she lifted the blade to his cheek and he rolled his eyes unfazed by her threatening.
"I don't have time for this," he muttered, Devon only blinked and he had shot away from the tip and had grabbed her wrist squeezing until she cried out in pain and dropped the sword. It fell with a clatter at her feet and she kicked it away fearing Jack would pick it up and use it on her. Jack glanced over at the sword grimacing.
"If you've put one scratch on that luv." he turned back to her as she snatched her hand free.
"You'll what?" Devon knew she was in no place to be challenging the pirate but her pride made her refuse to go lightly. She watched Jack amble over to the sword and pick it up, he cast a quick glance over it before driving it back into its sheath. He sat back down into his chair and took a few mouthfuls of his rum observing her for a long while.
"Is there any way I can trust you?" he asked his eyes narrowing as he stood again, his empty hand pawed at the air. Devon didn't answer she levelled his eyes and smirked. Jack tipped his head back and looked at the ceiling sighing with irritation.
"Look darling, I could just as easily kill you right now but I wont cause that's what Tarrogynn wants, savvy? So we can get along or a least pretend to get along until this whole mess is finished with or you can rot in the brig of my ship." he cocked his head to the side waiting for an answer, "Can I trust you luv?"
"As far as you can throw me."
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I really didn't like writing that chapter, it didn't feel right, did it sound ok to you guys? I don't think it does anyway let me know. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW !!