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Thanks for the reviews guys, Untouchable when I wrote the scar being a letter j I didn't realise but when I did I thought I might use it later on, im not sure.
Moulin Rouge, is there any a time your not trying to hunt me down to beat me?
It was the sunlight that streamed through the tiny cabin window that jarred Devon awake, she groaned as she stretched. She felt much better and peering in the tarnished mirror she noticed that she had got a little colour back into her cheeks as well. As if on queue at her waking up someone banged on her door.
"What?" she moaned rubbing her eyes with her good arm and squinting up at the door as it swung open.
"Brought you some clean clothes luv," Jack chirped handing her a stack of clothing, he glanced over the one sleeved bloodied shirt she still wore, "You look like you could need them." Devon nodded and began to unbutton the shirt turning her back to Jack as she pulled it off. She felt his fingers trace the tattoo on her back, following each Spanish word with his lightest touch.
"I thought about having something tattooed over it," she said as she picked up the clean shirt, "but I feel I would betray my mother." Jack nodded helping her tuck her injured arm into the sleeve,
"You should leave it, it's part of who you are, savvy?" she nodded and began to do up the buttons, straining against the pain as she had to lift her arm higher with each button. Jack put his arms on her shoulders and turned her to face him pushing away her hands from the front of the shirt.
"It's not often I button up a woman's shirt," he flashed her one of his wide smiles, gold teeth glinting in the dim light. She watched Jack as his brow furrowed concentrating on each button as he hooked them into place, his grim encrusted hands resting on her shoulders when he'd finished. Feeling uncomfortable under his stare Devon smiled her thanks and took a step back, Jack's dark eyes followed her, the half smirk half smile still resting on his lips.
"Tortuga the only place that the Echo will dock?" he said finally as Devon made for the door. She threw a look over her shoulder at him.
"Unless they go to Sierra, but I doubt it," she paused to tighten her pony tail at the top of the back of her head.
"Why not?" he followed he down the passage his eyes naturally wandering down to her butt.
"They've got no shots and little supplies, and with no hoard left on the ship they don't really have reason to go there."
"So what makes you so sure its will be Tortuga they do dock in?" he followed her up the stairwell and along to the door to the galley. She threw another look over her shoulder, irritation crinkling her brow.
"I'm not saying they will head there right now, but at some point they'll end up at the god forsaken Port. Why are you so interested?" she pushed open the door and headed in.
"Well I'm thinking that it's not the best place for you to be hanging about." he frowned, "Why don't you wait a bit until your father has given up looking for you?" Devon cast him a sharp eye as she ladled porridge into a bowl.
"Why are you caring so much?" Jack wrinkled his nose and opted for a bottle of rum instead of the porridge. He settled down into a chair and flung his feet onto the table.
"I'm just mentioning that your father might be predicting that move and perhaps will be waiting for you in Tortuga." he shrugged and watched Devon set her bowl down on the table and take her seat. She glared angrily at his feet mere inches from her bowl.
"I want my ship back." she answered him sourly using her good arm to knock his feet from the table. With a annoyed grunt Jack lifted them back up opening his bottle as he did so. Devon glared at him over the bowl the spoon stopping halfway towards her mouth. He caught her look and grinned stabbing a thumb against his chest.
"I'm the captain and I can put those," he pointed to his feet, "where I like." She replaced the spoon and knocked them back off the table.
"I don't care who you are, you will not put them under my nose, they smell like rancid meat." Jack snorted into his bottle as he drank, his eyes never leaving her face. Her cheeks were stained with colour once again and her face set in its familiar icy stare, he smiled into the bottle.
"What if I don't take you back to Tortuga?" he lifted his knees to put his feet back on the table, then thinking better of it he replaced them on the floor, heels scuffing noisily as he crossed them at the ankles. Devon had narrowed her eyes at him her mouth curving into a smirk.
"I'll hang you off the side of your boat by the braids in your hair until you scream mercy." she watched his reaction and getting none she returned her attention to her porridge.
"Nah, Cant see you doing that luv, improper way to treat your captain," he paused thoughtfully, "I can think of other ways for you to be getting me screaming for mercy." his thoughtful look twisted into a suggestive smile causing Devon to wrinkle her nose in disgust.
"For starters your not my captain, I'm my own captain and seconds," she wagged a finger at him, "if I ever so much as think you are thinking about me in that way you'll be meeting your death one member short." Jack pulled an unamused face and set the bottle on the table, crossing his arms over his chest to regard her quite openly. Devon squirmed under his watching eyes, she pushed away the half finished porridge and stood.
"You could put a gannet of its dinner." she muttered turning her back to walk away, "Are you going to take me to Tortuga?" she asked without looking round.
"Aye," he said wearily to her back, "But not because I want to. I expect trouble luv, for both of us, don't forget I said that when your father is holding a knife to your throat." Devon didn't reply.
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The twinkling lights of Tortuga glinted in the darkness. There was no moon tonight, had Mr Gibbs been floating around he would have probably moaned endlessly about that. Bad sign he would say and shake his head. Jack smiled at the thought as he tipped his head back to gaze at the stars that poked through the broken clouds. For once Jack would probably have agreed with Mr Gibbs, he could feel an uneasiness settling in his bones and he knew without a doubt Tarrogyn was either already in the pirate town of heading for it.
Letting his chin fall back onto his chest he watched the cigarette burn away between his fingers, smoke curling into the darkness and gently disappearing into the breeze. He had attempted some plans to just sail Devon and himself elsewhere but in all honesty he didn't think he could cope with her endless moaning and cursing that would follow when she found out. He actually had just thought about leaving her on her Isle with a box of supplies to wait for the Echo to return but he knew she would find a way off and come after him ready to claw his eyes out and dismember his nether regions. He pondered further on the thought taking a final drag on the cigarette and throwing it over board, had it have been the other way round Jack would probably be acting the same way Devon was in desperation to get back on his own ship.
"Didn't know you smoked," he turned to cast a weary eye on Devon.
"Aye," he turned back and settled his gaze on the tiny lights in the distance. "Not often though," he added as an after thought as if it would make a difference.
"Poison's your lungs." Devon took a step forward to stand beside him gazing also at the town.
"Aye." Jack took a brief moment to wonder what the lass was doing up so late on the deck without her shoes on.
"Couldn't sleep." she answered as if reading his thoughts. Jack said nothing listening to the water lapping gently on the hull of his ship, uneasiness clutching at his heart. It was deeply unusual for him to feel like this, it unsettled him which in turn annoyed him. He didn't usually care at flinging himself into battle or finding himself in a bad position but Tarrogyn irritated him like a scelf in his finger, he truly believed something bad was going to happen. Perhaps if Devon knew that he felt this apprehensive about it she would think other wise about going into Tortuga. He glanced down at her, the beads in his hair clicking as he moved his head.
"You sure about heading on tomorrow luv?" In the darkness he saw the whites of her eyes as she looked back at him.
"I've never heard you so paranoid and dissatisfied about going to Torguga," she joked, but it was an empty effort, perhaps she felt the uneasiness.
"That would be because I am dissatisfies about going over there." he waved a hand in the inky darkness towards the town. Devon licked her lips and put a hand on his shoulder.
"You don't need to stay Jack, all you need to do is row me over and row yourself back and be on your merry way." Jack sighed and looked over at her dubiously.
"I need to berth, supplies, men need time on land," he chuckled softly, "They'll have me thrown to the sharks if I turn the ship away without them even getting a foot on land." Devon laughed softly, it seemed to tinkle in the air and float over the deck.
"Six months at sea Jack, your men have more on their minds than just getting on land."
Jack was aware of her hand still resting on his shoulder, too aware, it bother him, she bothered him. Tormented him perhaps a better word to use. He had watched her, she worked hard on deck, harder even than some of his men, she had strength hidden in her muscles and she could lift or push anything most normal men could yet she was every bit a woman. He relaxed somewhat when her hand slid down and off his shoulder. Gritting his teeth when he felt disappointment wallow in his stomach. It had been too long since he'd had a woman.
"Jack?"
He turned jarred from his thoughts,
"Huh?" she laughed again pushing his shoulder playfully.
"I said I'm off to bed." Jack's grin returned at last, his white teeth he had left glowing in the darkness.
"Is that an invitation luv," she grinned back at him and reached over squeezing his hand,
"I've had you once Jack and have no intention of having you again." she turned her back and he smiled after her.
"Was I too much for you luv, cant handle me?" She threw a look over her shoulder as she reached the stairwell door, light spilled over her frame casting a yellow glow over her fine features. Jack grunted at the unwanted feeling that stilled in his groin.
"Aye, that must be it," she mocked stepping away out of his view.
What do you think? Please review!
Thanks for the reviews guys, Untouchable when I wrote the scar being a letter j I didn't realise but when I did I thought I might use it later on, im not sure.
Moulin Rouge, is there any a time your not trying to hunt me down to beat me?
It was the sunlight that streamed through the tiny cabin window that jarred Devon awake, she groaned as she stretched. She felt much better and peering in the tarnished mirror she noticed that she had got a little colour back into her cheeks as well. As if on queue at her waking up someone banged on her door.
"What?" she moaned rubbing her eyes with her good arm and squinting up at the door as it swung open.
"Brought you some clean clothes luv," Jack chirped handing her a stack of clothing, he glanced over the one sleeved bloodied shirt she still wore, "You look like you could need them." Devon nodded and began to unbutton the shirt turning her back to Jack as she pulled it off. She felt his fingers trace the tattoo on her back, following each Spanish word with his lightest touch.
"I thought about having something tattooed over it," she said as she picked up the clean shirt, "but I feel I would betray my mother." Jack nodded helping her tuck her injured arm into the sleeve,
"You should leave it, it's part of who you are, savvy?" she nodded and began to do up the buttons, straining against the pain as she had to lift her arm higher with each button. Jack put his arms on her shoulders and turned her to face him pushing away her hands from the front of the shirt.
"It's not often I button up a woman's shirt," he flashed her one of his wide smiles, gold teeth glinting in the dim light. She watched Jack as his brow furrowed concentrating on each button as he hooked them into place, his grim encrusted hands resting on her shoulders when he'd finished. Feeling uncomfortable under his stare Devon smiled her thanks and took a step back, Jack's dark eyes followed her, the half smirk half smile still resting on his lips.
"Tortuga the only place that the Echo will dock?" he said finally as Devon made for the door. She threw a look over her shoulder at him.
"Unless they go to Sierra, but I doubt it," she paused to tighten her pony tail at the top of the back of her head.
"Why not?" he followed he down the passage his eyes naturally wandering down to her butt.
"They've got no shots and little supplies, and with no hoard left on the ship they don't really have reason to go there."
"So what makes you so sure its will be Tortuga they do dock in?" he followed her up the stairwell and along to the door to the galley. She threw another look over her shoulder, irritation crinkling her brow.
"I'm not saying they will head there right now, but at some point they'll end up at the god forsaken Port. Why are you so interested?" she pushed open the door and headed in.
"Well I'm thinking that it's not the best place for you to be hanging about." he frowned, "Why don't you wait a bit until your father has given up looking for you?" Devon cast him a sharp eye as she ladled porridge into a bowl.
"Why are you caring so much?" Jack wrinkled his nose and opted for a bottle of rum instead of the porridge. He settled down into a chair and flung his feet onto the table.
"I'm just mentioning that your father might be predicting that move and perhaps will be waiting for you in Tortuga." he shrugged and watched Devon set her bowl down on the table and take her seat. She glared angrily at his feet mere inches from her bowl.
"I want my ship back." she answered him sourly using her good arm to knock his feet from the table. With a annoyed grunt Jack lifted them back up opening his bottle as he did so. Devon glared at him over the bowl the spoon stopping halfway towards her mouth. He caught her look and grinned stabbing a thumb against his chest.
"I'm the captain and I can put those," he pointed to his feet, "where I like." She replaced the spoon and knocked them back off the table.
"I don't care who you are, you will not put them under my nose, they smell like rancid meat." Jack snorted into his bottle as he drank, his eyes never leaving her face. Her cheeks were stained with colour once again and her face set in its familiar icy stare, he smiled into the bottle.
"What if I don't take you back to Tortuga?" he lifted his knees to put his feet back on the table, then thinking better of it he replaced them on the floor, heels scuffing noisily as he crossed them at the ankles. Devon had narrowed her eyes at him her mouth curving into a smirk.
"I'll hang you off the side of your boat by the braids in your hair until you scream mercy." she watched his reaction and getting none she returned her attention to her porridge.
"Nah, Cant see you doing that luv, improper way to treat your captain," he paused thoughtfully, "I can think of other ways for you to be getting me screaming for mercy." his thoughtful look twisted into a suggestive smile causing Devon to wrinkle her nose in disgust.
"For starters your not my captain, I'm my own captain and seconds," she wagged a finger at him, "if I ever so much as think you are thinking about me in that way you'll be meeting your death one member short." Jack pulled an unamused face and set the bottle on the table, crossing his arms over his chest to regard her quite openly. Devon squirmed under his watching eyes, she pushed away the half finished porridge and stood.
"You could put a gannet of its dinner." she muttered turning her back to walk away, "Are you going to take me to Tortuga?" she asked without looking round.
"Aye," he said wearily to her back, "But not because I want to. I expect trouble luv, for both of us, don't forget I said that when your father is holding a knife to your throat." Devon didn't reply.
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The twinkling lights of Tortuga glinted in the darkness. There was no moon tonight, had Mr Gibbs been floating around he would have probably moaned endlessly about that. Bad sign he would say and shake his head. Jack smiled at the thought as he tipped his head back to gaze at the stars that poked through the broken clouds. For once Jack would probably have agreed with Mr Gibbs, he could feel an uneasiness settling in his bones and he knew without a doubt Tarrogyn was either already in the pirate town of heading for it.
Letting his chin fall back onto his chest he watched the cigarette burn away between his fingers, smoke curling into the darkness and gently disappearing into the breeze. He had attempted some plans to just sail Devon and himself elsewhere but in all honesty he didn't think he could cope with her endless moaning and cursing that would follow when she found out. He actually had just thought about leaving her on her Isle with a box of supplies to wait for the Echo to return but he knew she would find a way off and come after him ready to claw his eyes out and dismember his nether regions. He pondered further on the thought taking a final drag on the cigarette and throwing it over board, had it have been the other way round Jack would probably be acting the same way Devon was in desperation to get back on his own ship.
"Didn't know you smoked," he turned to cast a weary eye on Devon.
"Aye," he turned back and settled his gaze on the tiny lights in the distance. "Not often though," he added as an after thought as if it would make a difference.
"Poison's your lungs." Devon took a step forward to stand beside him gazing also at the town.
"Aye." Jack took a brief moment to wonder what the lass was doing up so late on the deck without her shoes on.
"Couldn't sleep." she answered as if reading his thoughts. Jack said nothing listening to the water lapping gently on the hull of his ship, uneasiness clutching at his heart. It was deeply unusual for him to feel like this, it unsettled him which in turn annoyed him. He didn't usually care at flinging himself into battle or finding himself in a bad position but Tarrogyn irritated him like a scelf in his finger, he truly believed something bad was going to happen. Perhaps if Devon knew that he felt this apprehensive about it she would think other wise about going into Tortuga. He glanced down at her, the beads in his hair clicking as he moved his head.
"You sure about heading on tomorrow luv?" In the darkness he saw the whites of her eyes as she looked back at him.
"I've never heard you so paranoid and dissatisfied about going to Torguga," she joked, but it was an empty effort, perhaps she felt the uneasiness.
"That would be because I am dissatisfies about going over there." he waved a hand in the inky darkness towards the town. Devon licked her lips and put a hand on his shoulder.
"You don't need to stay Jack, all you need to do is row me over and row yourself back and be on your merry way." Jack sighed and looked over at her dubiously.
"I need to berth, supplies, men need time on land," he chuckled softly, "They'll have me thrown to the sharks if I turn the ship away without them even getting a foot on land." Devon laughed softly, it seemed to tinkle in the air and float over the deck.
"Six months at sea Jack, your men have more on their minds than just getting on land."
Jack was aware of her hand still resting on his shoulder, too aware, it bother him, she bothered him. Tormented him perhaps a better word to use. He had watched her, she worked hard on deck, harder even than some of his men, she had strength hidden in her muscles and she could lift or push anything most normal men could yet she was every bit a woman. He relaxed somewhat when her hand slid down and off his shoulder. Gritting his teeth when he felt disappointment wallow in his stomach. It had been too long since he'd had a woman.
"Jack?"
He turned jarred from his thoughts,
"Huh?" she laughed again pushing his shoulder playfully.
"I said I'm off to bed." Jack's grin returned at last, his white teeth he had left glowing in the darkness.
"Is that an invitation luv," she grinned back at him and reached over squeezing his hand,
"I've had you once Jack and have no intention of having you again." she turned her back and he smiled after her.
"Was I too much for you luv, cant handle me?" She threw a look over her shoulder as she reached the stairwell door, light spilled over her frame casting a yellow glow over her fine features. Jack grunted at the unwanted feeling that stilled in his groin.
"Aye, that must be it," she mocked stepping away out of his view.
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