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Thanks for the review Untouchable, here a chapter for you as a reward hope you like it!If anyone else is reading this story tell me what you think please!

Aboard the Pearl once again, Devon changed out of her wet clothes. Jack had set sail immediately despite it being pitch dark, he was at the helm now guiding the ship into open waters. She finished buttoning up her clean shirt and contemplated resting in her cabin bed. The urge to sleep was almost overpowering, she could feel exhastion in every fibre of her body yet she felt too guity at not being on deck with the rest of the crew. Giving her bunk a last longing look she headed up onto the deck.

Jack was staring out into the complete darkness, his face set with grim determination, the crew worked wearily, their eyes tired. She made her way up the stairs onto the helm to stand beside Jack.

"Where are we going?" Jack swung round to look at her, a grin stretching across his mouth.

"Do I ever know where I'm going?" he turned back to study the inky darkness, humming as he often did. Devon regarded his profile, darks eyes and high cheek bones, she had never been able to pin an age on him. He didn't look all that old but his eyes bore years that his body didn't.

"You know luv," he said breaking his merry tune, "I didn't bed you just to get that treasure," he risked a glance at her, "Or just to satisfy myself." Devon smiled thoughtfuly,

"How old are you Jack?" he crossed his brow confused by her question and grunted.

"What relevance does my age have to with anything?" he answered a touch of gruffness in his voice, his attempt at settling things with her ruined by her rude question.

"I was wondering." she watched him still waiting for his answer, he gave her a charming smile.

"And I was wondering if your wearing anything under those breaches of yours but that doesn't give me a right to poke about and find out does it?" his smile was lost as he caught her dark look.

"Nothing."

"Nothing what?" he eyed her now curiously.

"I'm not wearing anything under them, now you know, so tell me how old you are." His eyebrows flew up and he shut his open mouth. A smile curled Devon's mouth.

"Older than you."

"How much older?"

"I'm not a bloody geriatric if that's what you mean." he huffed moodily calling Mr Gibbs to the helm. The old man ambled up holding his leather flask.

"See to the wheel man," Jack said stlealing a mouthful of Mr Gibb's rum, "Keep some men on deck and send the rest to their pits, I'll take over at first light."

Arms flailing he sauntered off, Devon followed grinning at his back. He stopped at the door of his quarters and turned.

"You coming in luv?" she nodded following him into the cabin and planting herself in one of the chairs surrounding the table. He followed her lead and sat down letting out a long slow breath, it felt so good to finally have his butt in a seat. (I'm well aware this phrase will have some remarks made of it when you guys review). Devon eyed him pondering wither to bring up her thoughts with him now, he looked tired and irritable and probably less than willing to agree with her, never the less spoke her mind.

"I want to get to the Echo." she said abruptly watching his reaction, he lifted his feet leeting them land heavily on the polished table.

"I know, you keep telling me." he said wearily, Devon shook her head.

"No Jack, I want to going looking for it now, before my father gets to it. I'll never get it back if he gets to it first," she paused, it was a lot to ask she knew but she wanted her ship. Jack didn't reply.

"He'll be expecting I go after it so if he can get on it before me its not a case of him finding us its us finding him," she paused waiting for him to say something, he didn't move, just stared at his fingernails. "Are you even listening to me?" she finally asked sharply.

"Not a word luv," he rubbed a hand over his eyes and stood. " That ship could be anywhere in the bloody Caribbean, it'll be like finding piss in the ocean." Devon snorted angry at him once again, he never failed to do that.

"It would be a different story if it was the Pearl." she muttered. Jack turned eyeing her with contempt.

"And if you were me would you ferry me about the sea looking for a ship?" Devon frowned thinking for a moment.

"If you were me I'd have to, rather than put up with your bloody moaning." Jack's cheek twitched and he wrinkled his nose.

"I don't moan."

"Yes you do, all the time."

"Only because you give me reason to moan." Devon raised her eyebrows and shrugged,

"Pissing you off is a hobby to me Jack, I enjoy it, it gives me satisfation." she laughed when he rolled his eyes obviously near the end of his tether. He came toward her hands raised,

"Let's please just drop this whole thing," he pleaded clasping his hand in front of her as if he meant to beg, "The Echo is lost for now, you'll get it back, but for now let's just try and concentrate on getting clear of Tarrogyn with our lives intact. Savvy?" he straightened, hands falling to his side waiting for her to agree with him.

"Come on Jack, Gerry is in charge, I know roughly where they'll go. I don't want my father getting near that ship. He'll kill all my crew. They're my friends Jack." she stood reaching out her hand to hold his arm. "Please." Jack sighed and looked down at her hand.

"No luv, I'll sail you to Sierra, you can leave a note for them there saying where you are, Port Royal or Port where ever you like, but I'm not wasting my time sailing the seven seas for your blasted ship."

Devon sighed, it was a compromise at least, she didn't know what she had expected of him, wither he would help or or not but she couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"Wither you're on the Echo or not, it wont make a difference as to wither your father wins or not, but it may mean you keep your life." his tone softened now and he stepped towards her eyes burning into hers.

"I'm their Captain Jack, I would die trying to defend them and my ship." he nodded sliding an arm round her waist.

"I'm sure you would luv," She stiffened uncomfortable as he pulled her towards him.

"What are you playing at?" she snapped raising her hand to push him away.

"Oh come on luv, what else did you come in here for?" she pushed him away. It was a difficult move. She fought herself as to wither she did actually want to push away,

"Not this." she mumbled, but he only smiled, gold teeth glinting in the flickering light of the candles. She caught his eyes and regretted the effect they had on her, she spent most of her time arguing with this man, hating him yet he intriqued her still. She had promised herself never to get involved with him again, swore silently that she would never let her mind wander to him. It had hurt her so badly when she had found out the truth about him in their last voyage, it still made her angry. It angered her now at the mere thought of it but as she held his dark stare she was swallowed with a want for him, her anger melting at her own selfish need to have this man. She allowed him to pull her back, arms sliding round her waist like the coils of a snake around its prey and still she held his eyes, lost in them, drowning in emotions she wanted nothing to do with. He lowered his face to her and she felt his breath against her cheek, she felt her stomach churn realising her battle was lost to him.

"You make me so mad Jack." she mumbled feeling her lips brush against his as she spoke. He pulled away slightly to smile down at her, mischief dancing in his eyes.

"Feelings mutual luv," he kissed her and Devon didn't even bother to try and persuade her self its not what she wanted, she felt her hands move without a thought. Jack manged somehow his drag his mouth from hers.

"This is cause I want to luv," His trousers went slack and the belt buckle fell to the floor with a soft clank.

"Better be Jack or I really will marroon you somewhere." she found his mouth again, hands working up between them onto the buttons of his shirt, he pulled away again to smile at her.

"You'd never be able to live with your self, leaving me somewhere, cold, starving." he laughed when she gave him a cold stare her slender fingers still working his buttons.

"I'd take pleasure in it." she said a small smile curving her mouth, Jacks eyes narrowed watching her with a smouldering look.

"You'd get more pleasure if you didn't maroon me." his mouth curled up on one side, smug like a cat who'd caught the mouse. Devon silenced him with her mouth pushing him further towards the bed.

Sorry it was quite short, ill update again tomorrow!