I do not own potc!!!
Your hard to please Moulin Rouge Pirate but ive got a surprise for you ! You can find out at the end of the chapter.
I want to take a minute to respect Untouchable 1400 who is currently wiping her butt with leaves and probably getting eaten alive with flies as she is away camping.
Devon's eyes flickered open as the first rays of sunlight glinted through the window. Jack's side of the bed was empty, he wasn't long gone it was still warm. She smiled as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and pulled on a pair of his trousers, she only had that dress in his cabin and nothing would make her put it on again. She rooted about in a drawer until she found a small shirt and put that on. Jack had showed her a new meaning to the word pleasure and Devon smiled again. It had been so long since she had felt this content and happy after bedding a man, he had been so raw and desperate for her, she could still remember his eyes smouldering in the darkness as he'd watched her as pleasure raked through her body. A blush crept on her cheeks now at the prospect of going out on deck. Opening the door she could hear him singing merrily from the helm. He caught sight of her as she emerged a threw her a dazzling smile.
"You're up early luv," he commented winking down at her. Devon lifted her hand to shield the sun from his eyes and smiled back at him.
"Had to borrow some of your clothes." she said climbing the stairs to stand beside him. Port Royal was already far in the distance now as the ship careered forward, spray settling on her cheeks.
"Looks better on you," he eyed the baggy trousers and shirt before catching her eye and grinning.
"Where are we heading now captain?" Jack turned his gaze to the vast open sea that stretched before him, his grin replaced with a wistful smile.
"Port Farrle for some supplies then on to get the map luv, and then," he flashed her a wide smile, "on to The Sierra Isle," Devon nodded,
"What about my father?"
"I think we've lost him, while we were docked in Port Royal," his hand reached out and tucked a stray hair from her eyes. Devon nodded thoughtfully,
"The treasure awaits us then." Devon missed the solemn smile that Jack pursed his lips with as she watched the horizon spread before her.
"Aye." was all he mumbled.
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Port Farrle was a very small village that clung desperately to the side of what looked like a huge rock plonked in the middle of the sea, the Pearl glided into the tiny dock looking very out of place amongst the small fishing vessels, Devon almost wondered how she was going to fit in the narrow piers. Jack hadn't looked at all fazed and with an expert hand encouraged his beloved ship into place.
"Couldn't have done it better myself!" she called up to him and he smiled wickedly at her,
"I'm thinking that you wouldn't even have tried luv, you'd still be floating somewhere over there," he pointed out towards the sea, "and you'd be rowing yourself in." Devon's eyes wandered over him as he secured the ship, the familiar feeling of warmth going inside her. It had been a mere week since he bedded her yet of fondness for him grew by the day. Jack ambled towards her barking orders at the crew about supplies and what not.
"Drink?" he asked and Devon nodded following him off the ship and towards a small tavern.
"This port is all but forgotten about by most people," he informed draping an arm over her shoulders, "the docks aren't big enough for the merchant vessels and such, so its been left quite at peace, mostly Spanish but you do get the occasional English fool." he pushed threw the door and guided her into the tiny tavern.
"Ahh Captain Sparrow!" the bar wench cried her voice thick with Spanish accent, "Darien! Jack is here." a man appeared from the cellar and grinned wildly.
"It has been long time!" Darien slung a dirty dish cloth over his shoulder and reached instinctively for the rum.
"You bring lady to meet us," the woman gushed reaching over to pat Devon hand. Jack grinned at the pair.
"Aye," he accepted his rum and the woman waved away his attempt to pay.
"No sense Jack! For you and the lady. What is bringing you out here huh?" she pulled up a stool opposite Jack and rested her large chin on her equally large hand.
"What else Maria luv?" he replied lifting the tankard to his grinning lips. She threw her hands in the air laughing wildly.
"Of course Jack. Treasure!" she slid off the stool, "Hungry? I make best pasta in whole of Spain. I have some up stair, I will fetch for you." and off she ambled towards the stairs. Jack turned and smiled at Devon.
"Good folk these two." he commented reaching out to brush grime off her cheek. His eyes locked on hers and the grin faded from his lips. She was ridged with shock when he kissed her, tenderly unlike the last time. She couldn't help but kiss him back.
"Oi Oi Oi, I have room upstairs if you rather be doing that than eating my pasta." Maria bustled past them brandishing two steaming plates of food. She set them down on a table and pulled out a chair waving franticly for them to come and sit down.
Devon finished hers long before Jack had gotton half way threw his, he seemed preoccupied and played with the food. She stood and bounced a kiss off his forehead.
"I wont be long, I'm going to go into the market to get some soaps and lady things." Jack nodded and dug a hand into his pocket to pull out some coins.
"Alright luv, just head back to the ship though, I aim to be sailing out of here soon."
Devon headed along the market picking at some items, smelling at others, She finally entered a musty gypsy shop, the wonderful smell had a attracted her to it, fresh flowers, oils, soaps, candles, all clustered into the tiny space. Devon picked up some soaps breathing deep the aromas. A dark featured woman appeared from the store cupboard door.
"You like?" she asked, Devon nodded and passed her the coins Jack had given her. The woman wrapped the soaps in wax paper with careful fingers.
"I wonder if you could do me a favour?" Devon asked surprising herself. The woman looked up eyes narrowed.
"No favour without," she held out her palm waggling her fingers, Devon nodded and placed two more coins in the woman's hand.
"Can you translate some thing for me?"
"Okay what?" Devon unbuttoned her shirt and turned her back to the gypsy revealing the scripted words on her back. She felt the woman's fingers brush over her skin as she read the script in her native tongue. Her fingers moved back up to the beginning as she translated.
"For you my Daughter I leave a gift, when these words are read by a person who brings love in dark places to your heart. I leave you my gift on my Isle. Your mother Sierra Tarrogyn.,"
Devon whipped round, twisting to try and see the script.
"My mother, her name? What did you say it was?" the Spanish woman glanced up.
"Sierra," Devon's breath caught in her throat as realisation sunk in. Her hurt was some how masked by an anger so acute she'd never experienced it before in her whole life. The gypsy put a hand on her shoulder.
"It does not please you?" she asked softly, "This gift?" Devon scowled as she tugged at the shirt buttons.
"It pleases me." she muttered snatching the parcel of soaps. "Thank you."
Devon stomped down the narrow streets to the dock anger and painful realisation that she had been used screamed through her veins. She understood now Jack's strange reaction to the script when he had read it and it enraged her that he had tried to make her have feelings for him so he could get the treasure. HER treasure. Her heels clapped loudly as she strode across the deck and into Jack's cabin. Nothing. He wasn't there. Taking a few deep breaths she made her way back on deck her eyes scanning for the traitorous bastered among the crew as they prepared the ship. Her heart ached with pain but she for now didn't notice it as the fierce rage engulfed her.
"Looking for me luv?" Jack drawled from the helm, a devilish smile played on his lips. Devon said nothing as she stormed up the stairs and brought her hand straight across his cheek with a lout 'slap'.
"Aye I was looking for you you bastered." she could feel her eyes blazing at him as shock dawned across his face,
"I'm not sure I des-"
"Aye you did! And this too." she raised her hand again to smack him but he caught her by the wrist, she tried with the other hand and he caught that too, a sly smile curled his mouth.
"What is going on with you?" he didn't take his eyes off her. Devon was close to exploding, she tried vigorously to get a free hand to hit him with but his grip was like iron.
"I cant believe you!" she growled, having no arms to slap him with she called her knee to attention and brought it with all the force she could muster into his groin. Jack breathed out sharply and his hands let go of her wrists, he staggered back and bent over a quiet moan leaving his throat.
"If you think there is any way you are getting a hold of MY treasure you can think again. You almost had me Jack. Almost." she turned of her heel and stormed away.
"Jack?" Mr Gibbs appeared wincing at his Captains obvious discomfort. Jack grunted making a feeble attempt to stand.
"I think you must have done some thing pretty bad to deserve that," the older man laughed and handed Jack his leather flask, Jack however was in far to much pain to take the flask, he daren't take his hands off the hot throbbing pain in his belly in fear of his balls dropping off there and then.
"She knows." he said wincing as he attempted to stand. Mr Gibbs laughed slapping him on the back.
"In that case your lucky your still living."
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Devon sat hunched in the galley over a tankard of ale, she was humiliated and seething with anger. She could hear now footsteps behind her and she prayed that it wasn't Jack, for his own safety.
"I expect you'll be wanting an explanation?" Jack chirped, she cursed him out loud and refused to look over at him as he sat his rum bottle down on the rutted table.
"I want nothing from you." she spat standing to leave. Jack rolled his eyes and pushed her back down onto the stool.
"You'll listen." he ordered setting himself down and slinging his feet onto the table. "I'm only fulfilling my side of the bargain."
"What bargain?" Devon couldn't help but glare at him. Jack sighed.
"Your father is in on this aswell, I'm just giving him a helping hand so's I can get me filthy hands on the treasure too."
"MY treasure you imbecile, that treasure is mine and you know it." she took a swig from her ale, "what part is my father playing in this?"
"Shall I start at the beginning?"
"If it pleases you , asshole."
"Your father came to me a long time ago, asking for the map to your mothers Isle, he offered me money but of course I declined. He knew that the amulet was a key and that the scroll on your back was something to do with the treasure awell," he cocked an eyebrow at Devon, "Following luv?" Devon replied with a venomous scowl. "Okay. Anyway he strikes a bargain with myself, he'll give me everything I need to get the treasure and in return we split it. All he needs to do is follow us there." he swallowed a mouthful of rum.
"It wont work now," Devon's lips curled into a smug smile, "I don't even like you let alone have any feelings for you. The treasure will never open to us." Jack raised an eyebrow and pondered a moment.
"Going to try any way luv, you never know." he winked at her.
"You rat." she snapped, "you disgust me, that is my treasure and like hell I'm going to let you lay a single filthy finger on it," she stood and pointed a finger down at him, "You wait and see Jack, you'll get what's coming to you."
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I promised you a surprise my faithful reader. I've already started the sequel to this story as it is drawing to a close very shortly, 2 chapters away in fact. I hope this cheers you up from my awful betrayal of not updating the last chapter sooner. hugs XXX