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A huge thanks to my reviewers fro the first chapter of this story Moulin Rouge Pirate as always and also Pinksoda 99, thanks girls. WHERE ARE YOU UNTOUCHABLE did you get my email.
The Pearl was as she'd left it, dark and beautiful. Some crew members she recognised others she didn't and then there was Jack. Too stubborn to be killed and too arrogant to even let himself be caught the man lived in his own ego. It had been a long time since she'd seen him, two years at least. She had wanted nothing more than to have killed him then, he'd used her, humiliated her but she should be thankful, if it wasn't for all that she wouldn't have had her Echo. She watched Jack now as he prepared the ship to leave the side of the defeated and broken Anvil, hands flailing, feet dancing on the deck as he made sure everything was ready. Ever since she had known the pirate he had been a mystery. He never spoke of his past and rarely of his plans for the future, he just kept ticking jumping hurdles as they came and not looking back at them as they passed. Not once had Devon been able to work him out, his thoughts were so deeply embedded in the maze of his mind that she sometimes had to wonder even if he could find them. Jack ducked nimbly as a sail near walloped his head, his lips moved as he cursed the retched thing speaking to it as though it lived the same as he did. A weak smile crossed her lips as she shifted her weight against the railings she lent on cursing when fresh blood leaked from her wound. Jack was coming towards her now his dark eyes scanning his ship for any damage, satisfied he turned his attention to her and the fresh blood seeping from over the already soiled shirt. He called to Gibbs drawing his first mates attention to her. The older man frowned as he caught sight of her for the first time.
"Devon lass, sailing on the Anvil?" he asked settling his meaty hands on his wide hips. She shook her head.
"Against my will Mr Gibbs," she smiled at him and his face broke into a wide smile.
"Well then, let me have a look at you, bleeding all over the stairs. No doubt I'll be cleanin' up your mess." he helped her up and led her in Jack's cabin. It was a familiar place. The polished walnut table surrounded by shelves that bent dangerously with the weight of the books and maps that they held. The large bed in the corner draped with fine velvet cushions and silk tassels. Her mind wandered back to when Jack had taken her to that bed, made her cry out with pleasure. She smiled wistfully. Jack entered, his hands full of cloth and a bowl of water, he set them down and handed Mr Gibbs a needle and some thread. Nodding his thanks the older man set them down and tore off the full sleeve of Devon's shirt revealing the ugly gaping wound. He looked up at her,
"S'going to hurt lass," but it was Jack who grimaced when Mr Gibbs wiped the blood from her arm and pored a half bottle of alcohol over the slash. Devon fixed her eyes on her hand and bit down hard on her lip snatching the bottle from Mr Gibbs's hands when he'd finished to take a long swig. Jack grinned at her hands resting casually on his hips.
"That's going to be a mean scar luv," he slurred. Mr Gibbs laughed and picked up the needle,
"Aye lass, you'll be proud of this I say." Devon felt the sharp nip as the needle pierced her flesh, she bit down harder on her lip.
"What you for doing now?" Jack pulled out a chair opposite her and flung himself in it. Devon shrugged.
"Find my Echo I guess, she'll berth in Tortuga eventually, I'll just loiter about there until she does." she winced as Mr Gibbs pulled the thread tight drawing her skin together. Jack watched his first mate stitch her flesh together, a thoughtful look on his face. He crossed his arms over his chest has he lifted his feet onto the table humming softly his usual pirate tune.
"Tortuga then." he murmured still lost in thought. Devon eyed him finally heaving out her baited breath as Mr Gibbs finished.
"Aye Jack, s'bout time we got our feet on some land," he paused to pat Devon on the shoulder, "you've lost a lot of blood lass, best get some rest." he picked up the soiled cloths and bowl filled now with bloodied water and headed to the door. Devon watched as he left and suddenly began to get painfully aware of her grumbling belly. She got to her feet and looked over at Jack.
"I'm going to get something to eat, are you going to come or are you going to sit on your sorry ass?" Jack glanced up at her and pulled himself out of the chair,
"I see your manors haven't improved much luv," he grumbled stepping in front of her to open the heavy door, Devon only grinned in response.
The crew were hard at work on the deck, scrubbing at the blood stains and mending any damage, trying to finished before the sun finally disappeared below the horizon. Devon walked slowly the stairway that led down in to the belly of the infoumas ship Jack shadowing her every movement in case she were to keel over, she turned irritated at the top of the stairs.
"Jack! I can walk fine, piss off and led me keep at least my dignity." she scowled as she tuned to head down the stairs.
"Cant win with you can I? Bloody moan moan moan all the bloody time." he threw his hands in the air and looked skywards. Devon snorted.
"You deserve every bit of it you traitor." Jack flinched, it wasn't something he was proud of, if fact it shamed him every time he looked at her, and top it all off he hadn't gained anything from it, he was lucky even to still have his ship. Disgruntled he followed her down the stairs and into the galley.
Devon knew her way around the ship well enough to go and fetch some stew from the kitchen, Jack had settled himself down at one of the tables searching his pockets for Mr Gibbs's flask he'd pinched earlier. Devon sat down her bowl and eased herself into the chair opposite him, he stared at the empty space in front of him.
"I'm not getting any then?" he stood and glanced at Devon's outraged face.
"I'm not your maid," she snapped realising she'd forgotten a spoon, cursing she glanced up over at Jack as he walked over to the kitchen. "Grab me a spoon while your there will you?" she winced waiting on a snappy remark but there was none, Jack's anger was always as quick to leave him as it was to come to him. He handed her a spoon and sat back down.
"What have you been doing since I seen you last?" Devon looked over at him as he shovelled the stew into his mouth, he shrugged.
"Nothing luv, here and there, doing what I do. Not seen much land recently, the waters have become busy all of a sudden with merchant ships," he smiled into his bowl, "Full of riches and fine foods, we haven't needed to dock on land for at least six months," he took a mouthful of rum from the flask and handed it to Devon. "Visited Will, Elizabeth, and the whelp, asking for you they were. Grace jumping all over me like a puppy," he snorted, "Calls me Uncle Jack." Devon saw right through him then, his eyes glinting at the child's mention, she could see he was flattered. He looked over at her as she grinned at him, "You?"
"Same as you, I did notice also the waters were busy, it was my downfall. Was too busy living off the supplies from the ships we looted, let my cannon shots and powder run low, Ironically I was on my way back to port and for the first time in months we were attacked." she pushed away her empty bowl at the same time as Jack, he lent back patting his belly. Devon stood as she yawned feeling overcome with exhaustion,
"I'm going to go to bed if you don't mind Jack, my old cabin still ok?" he nodded looking over her frail body, the long stitched wound curving around the top of her arm like a huge letter j. Her skin had always he remembered been bronzed and glowing but as he cast a look over her face she was paler than he'd ever known anyone to get without being dead.
"Night luv," he stretched feeling his own muscles tight and sore after his fight with the Anvil's Captain. Devon's plan to have an early night probably wasn't a bad one, He watched her leave, walking slowly, knowing she was in more pain that she let on. She was a tough woman, stubbornness infiltrating every cell in her body. He'd always see her as a challenge, he'd won her once, two years ago, and lost her almost instantly. He sharpness won her the freedom of her own ship and at the same time nearly lost him his. It had been a twisted story but Devon had come out holding the best cards, she'd trudged over all those who had tried to screw her over and played everyone at their own game. Jack smiled wistfully as he picked himself out of the chair, it wasn't often a woman held her own like Devon did, and it wasn't often a woman tormented him the way she did either. Bad tempered, arrogant, sharp tongued, all the things most men didn't want in their woman yet Jack couldn't imagine her without them. Sighing now he let his feet drag him out onto the deck where his crew still worked on, feeling it was unfair of him to retire so early and leave them working he shouted over at them to leave it until morning, they scurried away eager to face their supper. Tortuga flickered in Jack's mind and he smiled. Being at sea for so long he'd almost forgotten what the damn place looked like and he hated to admit it but for the first time in his life he was desperate to get on dry land for a bit. It wasn't the best place to be taking Devon he knew, with her father out on the prowl and a high price on her head Tortuga was probably the first place Tarrogyn would be looking, he grimaced, he was going to meet that man again he knew and it probably wouldn't be pretty, Jack had had the cheek to wave at the swine as he sailed away from the deserted island. He hadn't been to unfair, he'd given him a pistol at least, to share among the whole crew and Tarrogyn had chosen to use it on Jack as he waved his good bye. He missed of course and Jack smiled at the thought as he fell onto his bed, but with Tarrogyn somehow loose again he guessed it wouldn't be the only shot Devon's father would be aiming for him.
A huge thanks to my reviewers fro the first chapter of this story Moulin Rouge Pirate as always and also Pinksoda 99, thanks girls. WHERE ARE YOU UNTOUCHABLE did you get my email.
The Pearl was as she'd left it, dark and beautiful. Some crew members she recognised others she didn't and then there was Jack. Too stubborn to be killed and too arrogant to even let himself be caught the man lived in his own ego. It had been a long time since she'd seen him, two years at least. She had wanted nothing more than to have killed him then, he'd used her, humiliated her but she should be thankful, if it wasn't for all that she wouldn't have had her Echo. She watched Jack now as he prepared the ship to leave the side of the defeated and broken Anvil, hands flailing, feet dancing on the deck as he made sure everything was ready. Ever since she had known the pirate he had been a mystery. He never spoke of his past and rarely of his plans for the future, he just kept ticking jumping hurdles as they came and not looking back at them as they passed. Not once had Devon been able to work him out, his thoughts were so deeply embedded in the maze of his mind that she sometimes had to wonder even if he could find them. Jack ducked nimbly as a sail near walloped his head, his lips moved as he cursed the retched thing speaking to it as though it lived the same as he did. A weak smile crossed her lips as she shifted her weight against the railings she lent on cursing when fresh blood leaked from her wound. Jack was coming towards her now his dark eyes scanning his ship for any damage, satisfied he turned his attention to her and the fresh blood seeping from over the already soiled shirt. He called to Gibbs drawing his first mates attention to her. The older man frowned as he caught sight of her for the first time.
"Devon lass, sailing on the Anvil?" he asked settling his meaty hands on his wide hips. She shook her head.
"Against my will Mr Gibbs," she smiled at him and his face broke into a wide smile.
"Well then, let me have a look at you, bleeding all over the stairs. No doubt I'll be cleanin' up your mess." he helped her up and led her in Jack's cabin. It was a familiar place. The polished walnut table surrounded by shelves that bent dangerously with the weight of the books and maps that they held. The large bed in the corner draped with fine velvet cushions and silk tassels. Her mind wandered back to when Jack had taken her to that bed, made her cry out with pleasure. She smiled wistfully. Jack entered, his hands full of cloth and a bowl of water, he set them down and handed Mr Gibbs a needle and some thread. Nodding his thanks the older man set them down and tore off the full sleeve of Devon's shirt revealing the ugly gaping wound. He looked up at her,
"S'going to hurt lass," but it was Jack who grimaced when Mr Gibbs wiped the blood from her arm and pored a half bottle of alcohol over the slash. Devon fixed her eyes on her hand and bit down hard on her lip snatching the bottle from Mr Gibbs's hands when he'd finished to take a long swig. Jack grinned at her hands resting casually on his hips.
"That's going to be a mean scar luv," he slurred. Mr Gibbs laughed and picked up the needle,
"Aye lass, you'll be proud of this I say." Devon felt the sharp nip as the needle pierced her flesh, she bit down harder on her lip.
"What you for doing now?" Jack pulled out a chair opposite her and flung himself in it. Devon shrugged.
"Find my Echo I guess, she'll berth in Tortuga eventually, I'll just loiter about there until she does." she winced as Mr Gibbs pulled the thread tight drawing her skin together. Jack watched his first mate stitch her flesh together, a thoughtful look on his face. He crossed his arms over his chest has he lifted his feet onto the table humming softly his usual pirate tune.
"Tortuga then." he murmured still lost in thought. Devon eyed him finally heaving out her baited breath as Mr Gibbs finished.
"Aye Jack, s'bout time we got our feet on some land," he paused to pat Devon on the shoulder, "you've lost a lot of blood lass, best get some rest." he picked up the soiled cloths and bowl filled now with bloodied water and headed to the door. Devon watched as he left and suddenly began to get painfully aware of her grumbling belly. She got to her feet and looked over at Jack.
"I'm going to get something to eat, are you going to come or are you going to sit on your sorry ass?" Jack glanced up at her and pulled himself out of the chair,
"I see your manors haven't improved much luv," he grumbled stepping in front of her to open the heavy door, Devon only grinned in response.
The crew were hard at work on the deck, scrubbing at the blood stains and mending any damage, trying to finished before the sun finally disappeared below the horizon. Devon walked slowly the stairway that led down in to the belly of the infoumas ship Jack shadowing her every movement in case she were to keel over, she turned irritated at the top of the stairs.
"Jack! I can walk fine, piss off and led me keep at least my dignity." she scowled as she tuned to head down the stairs.
"Cant win with you can I? Bloody moan moan moan all the bloody time." he threw his hands in the air and looked skywards. Devon snorted.
"You deserve every bit of it you traitor." Jack flinched, it wasn't something he was proud of, if fact it shamed him every time he looked at her, and top it all off he hadn't gained anything from it, he was lucky even to still have his ship. Disgruntled he followed her down the stairs and into the galley.
Devon knew her way around the ship well enough to go and fetch some stew from the kitchen, Jack had settled himself down at one of the tables searching his pockets for Mr Gibbs's flask he'd pinched earlier. Devon sat down her bowl and eased herself into the chair opposite him, he stared at the empty space in front of him.
"I'm not getting any then?" he stood and glanced at Devon's outraged face.
"I'm not your maid," she snapped realising she'd forgotten a spoon, cursing she glanced up over at Jack as he walked over to the kitchen. "Grab me a spoon while your there will you?" she winced waiting on a snappy remark but there was none, Jack's anger was always as quick to leave him as it was to come to him. He handed her a spoon and sat back down.
"What have you been doing since I seen you last?" Devon looked over at him as he shovelled the stew into his mouth, he shrugged.
"Nothing luv, here and there, doing what I do. Not seen much land recently, the waters have become busy all of a sudden with merchant ships," he smiled into his bowl, "Full of riches and fine foods, we haven't needed to dock on land for at least six months," he took a mouthful of rum from the flask and handed it to Devon. "Visited Will, Elizabeth, and the whelp, asking for you they were. Grace jumping all over me like a puppy," he snorted, "Calls me Uncle Jack." Devon saw right through him then, his eyes glinting at the child's mention, she could see he was flattered. He looked over at her as she grinned at him, "You?"
"Same as you, I did notice also the waters were busy, it was my downfall. Was too busy living off the supplies from the ships we looted, let my cannon shots and powder run low, Ironically I was on my way back to port and for the first time in months we were attacked." she pushed away her empty bowl at the same time as Jack, he lent back patting his belly. Devon stood as she yawned feeling overcome with exhaustion,
"I'm going to go to bed if you don't mind Jack, my old cabin still ok?" he nodded looking over her frail body, the long stitched wound curving around the top of her arm like a huge letter j. Her skin had always he remembered been bronzed and glowing but as he cast a look over her face she was paler than he'd ever known anyone to get without being dead.
"Night luv," he stretched feeling his own muscles tight and sore after his fight with the Anvil's Captain. Devon's plan to have an early night probably wasn't a bad one, He watched her leave, walking slowly, knowing she was in more pain that she let on. She was a tough woman, stubbornness infiltrating every cell in her body. He'd always see her as a challenge, he'd won her once, two years ago, and lost her almost instantly. He sharpness won her the freedom of her own ship and at the same time nearly lost him his. It had been a twisted story but Devon had come out holding the best cards, she'd trudged over all those who had tried to screw her over and played everyone at their own game. Jack smiled wistfully as he picked himself out of the chair, it wasn't often a woman held her own like Devon did, and it wasn't often a woman tormented him the way she did either. Bad tempered, arrogant, sharp tongued, all the things most men didn't want in their woman yet Jack couldn't imagine her without them. Sighing now he let his feet drag him out onto the deck where his crew still worked on, feeling it was unfair of him to retire so early and leave them working he shouted over at them to leave it until morning, they scurried away eager to face their supper. Tortuga flickered in Jack's mind and he smiled. Being at sea for so long he'd almost forgotten what the damn place looked like and he hated to admit it but for the first time in his life he was desperate to get on dry land for a bit. It wasn't the best place to be taking Devon he knew, with her father out on the prowl and a high price on her head Tortuga was probably the first place Tarrogyn would be looking, he grimaced, he was going to meet that man again he knew and it probably wouldn't be pretty, Jack had had the cheek to wave at the swine as he sailed away from the deserted island. He hadn't been to unfair, he'd given him a pistol at least, to share among the whole crew and Tarrogyn had chosen to use it on Jack as he waved his good bye. He missed of course and Jack smiled at the thought as he fell onto his bed, but with Tarrogyn somehow loose again he guessed it wouldn't be the only shot Devon's father would be aiming for him.