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Everyone wants to beat me! Here's another chapter to shut you lot up, two in one day!Thanks for the reviews guys theyre great. Moulin yours made me laugh so much but your urge to chase me with a big stick has rubbed off on Untouchable, she wants to beat me now. HELP. Anyway enjoy:
Devon begged with every God she could think of to let her sleep, she tussled with the pillow, tugged at the blanket, growled, cursed, counted bloody sheep and still her body refused settle. Sighed heavily she stood, the faintest array of light seeping in her window. She cursed the sun as it rose.
Padding down the hall way she went up the flight of steps and into the galley and brewed herself a strong coffee. It she wasn't going to sleep she may as well be as awake as she possible could. She couldn't tell what was bothering her enough to deprive her of the sleep she desperately wanted, perhaps it was her father, perhaps the thought of her Echo, perhaps it was Jack. His pensive state only a few short hours ago bothered her, he had been withdrawn, worried, the way his muscled had tensed as she had laid her hand on his shoulder, it wasn't like him. Sighing again she blew gently on the coffee as she climbed the stairs to the deck, cursing as the dim light of morning sent a sheer pain threw her temples, she rubbed at them tenderly.
The dark sky was slowly softening above her, the stars disappearing one by one allowing the pale pinks and oranges of sunrise to swallow them, a soft mist had settled around the ship and as Devon glanced around her blood ran cold.
"Sweet Jesus." she murmured dropping the coffee onto the deck only half aware as the dark liquid splashed onto her bare feet and scolded her toes.
A ship merely twenty yards from the Pearl brandishing the name The Collector, Men on the deck rushing, preparing, preparing for something Devon didn't think was a welcome party.
"Jack." her voice came out no louder that a strangled whisper, she cleared her throat and turned towards his cabin, "Jack!" a little louder this time, she heaved open his door lunging inside, "JACK!".
"What." he mumbled into his pillow, he tuned his face from it and opened one eye.
"Jack get up now!" she gushed tugging on his arm as he lay sprawled in his stomach. Closing his eye he grunted.
"Another minute luv,"
"Jack, my father, outside!" she dashed to the door to peer out side checking they hadn't invaded the deck yet. Jack pulled himself up grumbling under his breath.
"Pick's his bloody times, first thing in the bloody morning," he picked up his effects and secured them round his waist. Devon was already running down the stairs into the ship, screamed at the crew as they slept in their bunks. She could hear above her heavy footsteps scurried to find her. Grapping a sword from the hands of a young pirate she rushed back onto the deck. Jack stood hands resting casually on his hips meeting the dark gaze of James Tarrogyn. He fathers gaze roved over to her a smile slicing his heavily bearded face.
"Ah, Devon my dear, so nice to see you are well." his crew prowled behind him like wolves, waiting to attack. Devon's mouth curled into a sneer.
"I'm saddened father, to see that you still live." she spat lowering her sword until the tip rested against the deck. Tarrogyn laughed and reached into his pocket and pulled out a leather pouch, it jingled at it landed at Jack's feet.
"Your payment Jack, for bringing my daughter back to me." Devon eyes shot over at Jack widened with disbelief that he had tricked her again. He eyes met hers wide and shocked as she was.
"Devon I didn't-" he started holding out his palms as if it would prove his innocence.
"You lying fucker," she said bitterly turning to her father. "What do you want with me? You have a ship, what use am I to you?" Tarrogyn shifted his weight regarding her with narrowed eyes, he stroked his beard thoughtfully.
"You stole my ship, Devon, you robbed me of my treasure,"
"My treasure." Devon interrupted, "Mother left that to me," Jack's hand shot up in the air.
"Before this goes any further can I just say," he turned to Devon, "I had nothing to do with what's going on right now." to prove his point the kicked the pouch back across the deck where Tarrogyn stood, it burst open spilling the gold coins around the pirates boots. Devon's eyes flickered across Jack's face and back to her father. If he had been in on it he was putting up a good act, either way she knew she was caught and her true anger rested with Tarrogyn. For the second time in two weeks she was going to have to give herself in to the hands of her enemies. Dropping her sword she stepped towards her father eyes now lowered to the deck. Jack reached out as she passed him, grabbing her wrist and turning her to face him.
"What are you doing?" he asked bemused, "are you just going to waltz over to him without a fight?" Devon looked up at him trying to work him out,
"Are you willing to fight for me?" her question settled around Jack with an air of mocking, he knew she doubted him and it troubled him.
"Aye." he flashed her a wide grin, gold teeth winking their mischief at her. Her eyebrows raised blemishing her brow and she nodded over at her father.
"Then fight." Jack drew his sword and turned his attention to Tarrogyn,
"How'd you get off that island mate?" he ducked a flying dagger as it charged over his head, his crew emerged from the stairwell door and met the opposing men with blades and pistols flailing, Jack fought hard against a burly man at least two heads taller than he was but his attention still was caught on Tarrogyn,
"I didn't think swimming was your thing, so I'm guessing," he took a moment to drive his sword into his attackers belly, "Some fool must have lifted your sorry fat," he dodged a blade as it swung for his head, "ass from it." he slayer his next victim and turned to Tarrogyn a thoughtful expression crossing his face, he casually wiped the blood from his sword on the trouser leg of his dead attacked.
"Well?" he glanced up at the enraged pirate a half smile settling on his lips.
Devon didn't honestly know how Jack managed to keep himself so cool as he was threatened with death, standing their grinning at her father as if it was no more than a meeting with tea and biscuits. She grunted as her blade bit into the pirate she fought's leg. He cried out and hit her hard with his free hand, the world spinning around her, Devon's sword was knocked from her hand and it fell to the deck with a clatter. A blink of an eye and she felt the cold feel of steel against her throat and arm snaking around her waist.
"James!" the heavy man yelled over the fighting, "I've got her!" Her fathers face twisted into an ugly smile and he nodded.
"Put you swords down men! Or the lady will be losing her head." Slowly the clang of blades subsided and the crew of The Collector pulled away to stand behind their Captain. Devon thought briefly how appropriately the ship had been named. Jack was the last person to lower his weapon, a weary look cast across his face as he looked up at Tarrogyn.
"If I don't see your sails flapping over that horizon in one hour I will slit this ladies throat." he motioned towards Devon and drew a finger across his own throat laughing as Jack nodded at his defeat.
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Misery overpowered her, slumped against the slimy damp walls of the Collectors brig Devon if in the mood would have laughed at her self. Once again she was locked in a cell, once again wondering on her fate and once again pissed of at Jack. She didn't know for sure if he'd shot her in but it seemed for the moment appropriate to blame him. She sighed rubbing her hands over her eyes musing at her fathers actions, part of her felt sorrow for the old man, he hadn't always been such a bastererd. She could remember the days when her would bounce her on his knee, sing merry songs and tell her stories at her bed time. She had been in awe of him for the young years of her life, longing for his return when he was out to sea. Whilst other young girls played with dolls and had tea parties with their teddies, Devon had played with a stick, thrashing it around, to her then, the stick had been a glorious sword made of gold and encrusted with jewels. But the fun and pretend pirate games had stopped abruptly when her mother spoke softly to her of bad times ahead. Death it would seen claimed even the purest of hearts. How she had howled and screamed when they had tattooed her back, her mother squeezing her hand telling her it was a gift. Death had come swiftly for Sierra then, her illness winning the battle, it drained the colour from her face and flesh from her bones and claimed the metallic sheen in her raven black hair. Her father sat day and night with her until at last she was consumed by death. Devon grew up almost straight away, her father bringing her onto his ship to sail the sea's with him yet Sierra's death gnawed at him from the inside out until he was nothing but a shadow of his former self. Greed over washed him and anger pulsed in his veins, he had turned slowly into the man he was now.
Devon rolled her head to flex the tight muscled in her neck, she wondered briefly why her father had decided to dock in Tortuga, but her guess was only that he wanted pleasure and land under his feet, she would not let the opportunity to escape pass her by.
The keys hung directly across from her on a hook, it was to far to reach and with nothing in the cell to prod them with her mind raked for a solution. At last she pulled off her shirt praying that nobody would come in and find her bare breasted, she flung it through the bars until it lay flat below the keys and proceeded to take off one of her boots. With precise aim she set the boot flying across the passage, knocking the keys off the hook and onto her outstretched shirt. Near crying out with joy she pulled in the shirt, the keys and boot sitting on top. Grinning she pulled the shirt and boot back on and picked up the keys, sliding them into the rusted lock.
Hugging the shadows but moving swiftly, Devon made her way onto the deck. The ship was deserted and silent as her mothers grave, but still she was wary, her father would leave at least the watchman on board. Her eyes scanned the deck, it was doused in shadows but her sharp eye caught a tiny red glowing dot in the shadows. The cigarette end moved and smoke curled into the sky. Devon stepped back and pressed her back against the door she had just emerged from, the watchman was sat next to the wooden plank that led onto the pier she wasn't going to get of this boat without getting wet. Sighing she turned and tiptoed over to the side barrier climbing it quickly and grabbing hold of the anchor chain. Sliding down it easily she felt the icy water embrace her, chilling her instantly. Swimming quietly in the dark water she finally pulled herself out and jogged quickly out of eyeshot of the watchman.
She sat for a moment behind some crates in the shadows pondering her next move, her father would know she would obviously be in Tortuga somewhere and she was quite she he wouldn't rest until he found her, Jack had been right all along. Jack. She wrinkled her nose and squeezed the water from her long hair. Traitor? Again? She didn't know, he had tried to persuade her not to go into Tortuga that was the only thing that made her think that perhaps he hadn't shot her in. Shivering against the fresh breeze that caught her soaking clothes she stood. Ahead of her were the openings of the streets, busy and loud with drunk pirates, even in the dark, empty docks she could hear brawls and men shouting. A pirates heaven some said, no rules, no redcoats, not even a governor. Devon hated it, she despised the lack of order amongst the people of this town, hated the fact that somebody could slit your throat on the street and you'd just be another dead body for people to step over.
From the darkness beside her a shadow moved, she wasn't quick enough to dodge the hand that shot out and covered her mouth, pulling her down onto her knees.
"What are you doing out here luv?" Jack slurred removing his hand and dodging hers as it flew up to punch him.
"What the hell are you doing? Scaring the living daylights out of me." she hissed through clenched teeth. Jack held up his hands,
"I was coming to get you out of there." he nodded over at the Collector as it bobbed gently in the docks non the wiser of her escape. Devon snorted.
"I can take care of myself you imbecile."
"So I see luv," he paused to shift into a more comfortable position, "Pearl's in the cove west side of here, we'll need to move now before your father comes back and realises your gone." he made a move to stand.
"We?" she frowned at him, "You, you mean." he turned to her, gravel crunching under his boots.
"Stop being such a stubborn bitch Devon, we both know you cant stay here and I'm willing to get you out of here. Now. Savvy?" he turned again and Devon reached out to grab his shoulder. The man infuriated her.
"I am going no where with you Sparrow. Trusting you is a fool's business." Jack snorted turned to face the argument.
"That's rich coming from you, I believe it was your self that was holding a blade to my throat while I slept,"
"That was two years ago, get over it!"
"I am, its you that has a problem trusting me."
"You slept with me cause you wanted MY treasure!"
"I slept with you cause I wanted some hole!"
"I should have left you on that bloody island."
"And I should have left you in that bloody cell."
"You're a arsehole Jack, I hope when you die it's a horrible painful death."
"Feelings mutual luv,"
They stayed silent for a moment, both seething with anger, Jack's hands pulled protectively in at his chest as he glared at her, she returned his glare and he shrugged. He uncurled his fingers and lowered his eyes sighing.
"Didn't mean any of that." he said at last looking at her and relaxing slightly.
"No, me neither," she admitted, "let's go." Jack's grin flashed back over his face as he stood, dusting the dust and gravel from his knees.
"Trust me then luv?" she eyed him sceptically as she followed behind him.
"No, not really, but I expect my chances are better with you than here in Tortuga."