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Devon hummed quietly to herself as she polished the brass lanterns around the ship, Jack had been gone all afternoon, she'd watched him saunter off the ship first thing that morning and now she was watching as he came sauntering back. It was almost impossible to tell if the pirate was drunk, his exaturated walk and flapping hands were present all the time even now as he stepped on board singing merrily to himself.

"Alright luv?" he slurred more than usual as he leaned towards her grinning, Devon was forced to pull her face away as the pungent smell of rum bathed her face, she wafted it with her hand.

"You reek," she moaned turing her back to him to polish the tiny squares of glass of the lantern.

"Luv, is it too much to ask of you a favour?" he swung round to the other side of the lantern to see her face.

"Aye, it is." she replied stepping back and admiring the gleaming lantern, Jack waved a finger at her and swayed close to her face.

"I'm believing that I hauled you sorry backside out of the brig and in turn request a favour." he laeaned back showing her his gold teeth in a dazzling smile. Devon snorted.

"I could have died down there you imbicile." Jack rolled his eyes and clasped his hands in front of him pleading with her.

"All I ask is you come with me to dinner tonight with the Turner's, it's a dinner dance thing," he waved his hand over his words, "To celarbrate the whelp they just deposited into their family." Devon roared with laughter as she walked away from him.

"A dinner dance at a fancy manor, with you? Have you taken a gander in a mirror recently Jack my friend. Your filthy," she turned and snatched out catching one of his hands turning it face up to reveal the worked in grime and soot. Jack eyed his hand as though he'd never seen it before and pulled it in protectively towards his chest.

"Working mans hands these," he stated following after her, "Come on luv, I don't fancy taking Gibbs along with me, dressing him up like a lady."

"Dressing him up like a lady? You want me to dress up like a lady?" she turned again as she reached the door to the stairwell that led to the brig. Jack nodded wincing at the look on her face and she laughed again.

"You have nerve Jack I'll give you that, nothing on this earth, least of all you is going to make me tuck my assets into a corset and prance along side you like a fool. Nothing."

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The mirror glared its reflection back at her, it wasn't lying, she did actually look quite nice. The long elegant dress flowed around her ankles as she twirled, admiring the beautiful embroidered flowers that were emelished into the front of the cream satin. Devon took a hard look at the bulging leather pouch of coins Jack had waved in her face to get her to do this, she wondered if it was worth it, true she looked nice but she felt awful. The previous owner must have been mere skin and bones to fit in it, the corsit dug mercilessly into her hips and constricted her breath to a mere pant. The shoes she dug out of the same box were far to small and were already cripling her feet but she was for a moment enjoying for the first time in her life looking like a true lady. She's rooted about for hours in the boxes that littered her cabin for this dress, it was the only one that looked like it would fit her, the rest were either too big or black as if who ever these dresses were stolen from were on their way to a funarel. She scowled at the bag of coins and return her attention back to the mirror. She left her hair to fall freely down her back and only put two butterfly clips in at the front to pull it out her face, she kohl lined her eyes and applied a little blush on her cheeks feeling complete at last. She heard someone hammer on the door impatiently.

"Are you ready luv?" Jack hollered. Devon snatched a last glance in the mirror before tentatively opening the door. Jack had scrubbed up fairly well, clean shirt and clean black breaches, even took the libertly of polishing his shoes. He held up the palms of his hands grinning as he showed her they were clean as a whistle.

"I'm staying no more than an hour," she stated glaring at the captain.

"Oh hush you whining," he restorted grabbing her hand and marching her up onto the deck. The remaining crew on deck whistled and jeered as Devon stood uncomfortable waiting for Jack to finish giving Mr Gibbs orders for while he was away, Jack finally silenced them with a look as he nodded for them to put the small row boat over the side of the boat.

"I've changed my mind," she finally snapped feeling quite off put by the stares and smirks she was receiving. Jack flashed her a irrited look.

"I took a bloody bath for you to do this," he grabbed her hand again and ushered her to the side of the boat.

"I feel rediculas!" she hissed back snatching her hand away and standing stubbornly away from the edge. Jack rolled his eyes and caught a hold of the rope he was going to use to lower himself into the row boat. Grapling her round the waist he lept off landing unsteadily in the tiny boat.

"You look fine." he muttered planting her back on her feet and giving her a light push so she would fall back on the plank opposite him. Gathering the oars in his hands he bagan to pull at them, the boat lurched forward towards shore.

"Was that a compliment I just heard eascape your lips?" she raised a smug eyebrow watching the pirate hauling on the oars.

"Anything to stop your moaning, and put they bloody shoes back on." he scowled at her as she gingerly rubbed her throbbing feet. She glared at Jack, no money in the world was worth this she thought bitterly wishing now she had flung the bribe back in his face.

"They're killing my bloody feet you rat!" she waved the shoes in his face, "You wear them for half an hour and we'll see if your moaning." Jack snorted and contemplated just throwing her over the side of the boat, that would make her forget about her winging for a few minutes. He grinned at the mere thought of her soaking wet and screaming blue murder as he rowed away.

"And you can quit that incesent smiling or I'll be telling your Turner friends about your notions for queer folk," she laughed suddenly as Jack's grin twisted into a dark look.

"Aye, and I'll be right behind you cutting your throat before you have a chance to open your filthy mouth." Devon huffed and pulled the shoes back on as the tiny row boat landed on the shore, Jack jumped out and secured the rope onto a heavy log before coming back and reaching out to her.

"Give me your hand," he said taking a quick step back to avoid a threatening wave as it tried to pour the cold sea water into the top of his boot.

"I can do it myself." she snapped pulling handfuls of the dress into her hand and eyeing the distance she had to jump to awaoid getting wet.

"Just give me you hand!" Jack almost shouted finally at his wits end with the girl, "You'll get wet if you try and jump." he closed his eyes for a moment and counted to five, pulling his other hand away from the butt of his pistol as it threatened to snatch it right there and then and shoot her. Devon said nothing and reached out taking his hand and letting him catch her by the waist and swing her onto the shore.

"No need to get narky." she muttered smoothing the creases out of the dress and pouting at his outraged face. He waved his finger in her face.

"You…!" his mouth opened and closed, anger preventing his obsenities coming out, he turned on his heal, "You'll be the death on me," he managed finally stalking angrily along the shore towards the town. Devon was greatly amused as she followed him, a small grin curling her lips.

The Turner's manor was much finer than what Devon had first imagined, It was painted in a fresh white and covered in climbing trelasis and delicate flowers, Jack turned to her quickly and nodded over to a gentleman heading towards the same door they were heading.

"That there is Commodore Norrington, please don't speak to him and please don't tell him I'm here or that the Pearl is here. Understand?" Devon looked over Jack's shoulder at the white wigged man as he disappeared into the manor and nodded. As they made their way over Devon caught sight of a young woman standing by the door she held in her arms a tiny bundle of blankets. Her hair was piled high on her head and she wore a fine silk gown sutible for only the finest of people, her eyes wandered towards them and her face broke into a huge smile.

"Jack!" she exclaimed rushing forward and throwing her free arm round the pirate, "So good to see you! Oh Will will be pleased you came, he's been moaning all week that he hasn't heard a peep from you since Grace was born." Jack flashed her his best smile and peered into the blankets.

"This the whelp then?" Elizabeth poked him hard in the shoulder.

"Grace." she corrected pulling the blanket from the tiny baby's face so Jack could see. Devon over came her curiosity and looked to. The baby was pink and so tiny her face may have been carved from an apple, she cooed as Elizabeth stroked her cheek. Holding the baby out Elizabeth grinned at Jack.

"Oh do hold her Jack," she asked gently lowering the child into his arms.

"No," he pulled back looking hugly uncomfarable and eyeing the child as though it would bite him.

"Nonesence Jack, she's a little baby," the woman gushed pushing the baby further into his arms and smiling. "There. Not so bad is it." she turned and winked at Devon who grinned smugly at Jack as he stood rigid with fear at the tiny bundle. Jack watched the baby as she sucked content on a tiny finger a small grin beginning to surface on his pertrified face.

"If it isn't Jack Sparrow!" a gentleman appeared from the front door rushing forward as he saw the pirate. He was young, Fair hair tied behind him in a ponytail. Jack held out the baby towards the man.

"Here take your whe..Grace, I'll have me reputation in rags if anyone sees this." he cast a sharp eye around to check no one had witnessed him holding the bairn. He scowled as he caught Devon's huge grin.

"Didn't think for a moment you wouldn't come Jack," the young man slapped Jack on the back and lifted the tiny child from his arms, "Come in," he motioned towards the door and Jack followed him.

"Jack is very rude, I'm Elizabeth," the beautiful woman addressed Devon a smile graced her flawless cheeks.

"Devon."

"Come and lets get a drink!" Elizabeth took Devon gentle by the arm and into the manor. The dining area was huge, two long tables streached across one side of it draped in every kind of food Devon had ever seen. She followed Elizabeth over and copied her as she picked up a napkin and began placing the finger foods on it.

"Your dress is very pretty, where did you get it?" Elizabeth brushed her fingers over the flower embelums admiring the delicate stitching. Devon offered a sleepish smile.

"In a box, in my cabin," Elizabeth looked over at her smiling.

"Oh, your sailing with Jack then? Are you two…?" Devon howled with laughter shaking her head.

"Are you kidding? With that?" she waved a hand in Jack's direction. He stood by Will hands flailing as he told of his advensures. Elizabeth chuckled pooping a miniture pork sausage in her mouth.

"Well I must admit Jack is quite peculer," she eyes remained on him as he and Will came towards them.

"What you saying about me luv," he asked shoving fish cakes in his mouth. Elizabeth frowned.

"that you're a strange breed of human I've ever seen." it was Jack's turn to frown.

"Pirate." he said suddenly paling as he looked over Elizabeths shoulder.

"Well well, Captain Jack Sparrow." Commodore Norrington stood stiff as a bored staring down his nose as the pirate. Jack grinned nervously.

"Aye, I'm trusting that you'll not be ruining the lady's party by drawing you sword here." he cast a look down at the commodores hands in case they reached for his sword.

"Actually I was going to ask this lady for a dance," he turned and reached a hand over to Devon, "All be it Sparrow I'm not finished with you, but it will wait untill another day." he faced Devon and smiled warmly. "I'd much rather be gazing into the eyes of a most beautiful miss." Devon couldn't help the smile that crossed her lips and she lifted her hand to take the Commodores, Jack narrowed his eyes.

"I would watch her mate, she bites." he called after them as the departed for the dance floor. Devon threw a withering look over her shoulder at Jack and he returned it by pulling a face.

Norrington slipped a hand round her waist and swayed gentle to the soft music, watching her threw his critical eyes.

"What brings such a fine lady such as yourelf into contact with that foul creature over there." Devon shrugged trying desperately not to stand on his feet or stumble, she cursed the ill fitting shoes.

"I don't usally sail with him, it's just until I get his-a ship." Norrington looked down at her surprised.

"You a pirate too?" Devon lent close to the Commodore well aware of Jack's eyes burning into her back, she lifted her lips to his ear.

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This is only the first part of the party i'll post the rest tomorrow. xx

"Shh, nobody needs to know," she rested her head against his shoulder and poked her toungue out at Jack as he came in to view.