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Devon had crawled into a deep hole in her mind, refusing to come out, refusing to acknowledge her existence. In another time she would have found it awkward to be locked in a cell with both Gerry and Jack, but for now she didn't not care and did not even note their presence.

Jack paced the cell, his mind never stopping, it reeled on plans, escapes anything that would get them out of here but nothing came. If Tarrogyn spoke the truth of his ship then the Pearl would be lost behind them, they truly were on their own for now.

He sighed and glanced over at Gerry, a good man in his opinion, tall, broad, clean shaven and hansom. He reminded him very much of Will, soft spoken and probably just what Devon needed to keep her feet on the ground.

"Any idea's mate?" Jack rested his hands on his hips and looked wearily at Gerry as he sat, arms wrapped round Devon as if protecting her from the demons that haunted her. He shook his head.

"I don't know Captain Sparrow, I don't even know where the rat is taking us."

"Jack." Jack mumbled curling his fingers closer to his chest, Gerry looked up, "Call me Jack, I think for the moment we can lose formalities." his eyes roved over to Devon as she sat staring into the space in front of her, he was glad Gerry was there to comfort her, he'd never been any good at that sort of thing. Gerry untangled his arms from her and stood flexing the muscles in his neck.

"The witch he speaks of Jack, do you know of her?" his hazel eyes searched Jack's seeking an answer.

"Aye. Very vague, Mostly myths and rumours. I don't know of her true capabilities although it certainly seem that she is powerful." he frowned cocking his head to the side to regard Devon, "Live's on an island, remote, middle of nowhere with a tribe of savages. As far as I know they keep themselves them themselves." he shrugged, "that's the only believable rumour I've heard anyway." a small grin crawled onto his lips and he raised a finger, "Although it could well be true that she lives in a cave and those who set eyes on her burst into flames and die screaming and writhing in agony." Gerry wrinkled his nose and gave Jack a dark look.

"Probably not what I want to hear right now Jack." he muttered and Jack straightened his unsteady shoulders.

"Well what do you want to hear? As you probably well know there is no good in this situation at all." he looked wildly round the cell, "We're locked in a cell probably on our way to meet the grandness herself. So I expect we'll know exactly what talk is true soon enough." he scratched his beard thoughtfully and he eased himself down into the damp bench across from Devon. Gerry paced in front of him, his face grim and worried.

"Best sit at peace lad, unless your plan is to wear the wood below your feet until we fall into the sea." he said eventually leaning back and covering his face with his hat. Gerry snorted.

"Are you just going to go to sleep then? That's a grand plan." he continued his pacing which began to irritate Jack. More like Will every moment. He smiled to himself.

"Well since I've been getting my ears chewed off by your Mrs for the past few weeks its seems only right that now she's quiet it's the opportune moment for me to rest my brain from her forked tongue." he grinned again at the thought of what her tongue actually did to him. Gerry chuckled and stopped his pacing to sit next to Devon, Jack suspected both of them were expecting a sharp comment or clout across the ear from her but none came, her eyes were closed now and she slept.

"Aye she's a vixen no less." Gerry sighed tucking her into the crook of his arm and Jack lifted his hat slightly to peer at the couple.

"Vixen?" he snorted replacing the hat, "Dragon if you asked me."

Devon woke, her mind instantly swimming with the hideous images of her crew. She lifted her hands to try and rub them away.

"You okay Dev?" Gerry glanced down at her, his soft eyes probing hers for any reaction. She nodded and nuzzled herself closer to into his arms. Jack sat in the corner across from her, sleeping, hat pulled over his eyes and hands clasped over his chest. She sighed, the comfort she found in Gerry was niggling her, it wasn't right. Gerry embraced her, protected her, gave her something to fall back on yet for the first time in her life it didn't feel right. Jack would never shield her from pain, he'd push her towards it, forcing her to fear it no longer. When fear was lost you could fight and if you fought you could win. In the tiny dark cell, nuzzled close to Gerry, Devon finally understood Jack, understood why he never backed down and why he forced himself on. She knew that if you shied away from a fear you would never fight it and never win and that why Jack was who was. It wasn't that he didn't fear something it was that he chased it and fought it, and would win.

She sighed again, it was time she stopped seeking Gerry's arms for reassurance and stood ready to fight against whatever she was going to be faced with.

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It was a few days before they felt the ship begin to slow. Jack's head had snapped up almost as soon as he felt the momentum change. Gerry caught on and glanced over at the other pirate.

"Do you think that's us here?" he asked standing, Jack only shrugged. Devon chewed her lip and looked between Jack and Gerry.

They had fared pretty well in the cell, throwing plans and ideas at each other, taking time out to see who could piss furthest up the passage. They verbally attacked Devon when she scolded their disgusting behaviour and Gerry was brave enough at one point to have the cheek to turn his dick her way and piss on her boot. Jack had double over, howling with laughter, she'd never really seen him laugh like that and in the end she had laughed too, their looming demise suddenly seeming far away.

But now as the ship stopped it all came back. They were led up onto the deck, sunlight searing their eyes and warming their skin. Each was handed their effects.

"You'll need them." Tarrogyn had laughed and without so much as a fair well speech, each was thrown from the ship into the water.

At first glance the island didn't look that back, it was quite large, lush forests covering most of the rocky and mountainous ground. Birds screeching in the trees and farther up the high steep peaks, monkeys called to each other.

Devon searched the narrow beach for foot prints but there was none.

"There is no one here," she pondered turning to Jack, "Had he just marooned us?" Jack's eyes searched the fringes of the forest and he shook his head.

"It would make no sense to maroon us on an island that we could easily life off of." he stayed facing the forest not giving Tarrogyn the satisfaction of looking back. Devon watched him, Jack was nervous, his fingers stroked at the air and he held his hands close to his chest. Reaching out she placed a hand over them, ceasing their restless moving. He glanced down at her hand and she gave it a squeeze, grunting he pulled away choosing now to rest them on his hips. Behind them Gerry sighed turning away from the ship as it disappeared over the horizon.

"That's it then." he muttered walking towards them, sand flurried around his feet as he kicked at it.

"I think we should just stay put here, wait and see if the Pearl has followed us." Devon suggested slumping down onto the shore and leaning her back against the small embankment. Jacks dark eyes watched her but he shook his head.

"Pearl won't know where we are." Gerry sat down next to Devon and took a small glance a him before resting his eyes out to see.

"You know where we are Jack, I can see it in your eyes. Would our chances be better on the beach or in the trees?" Jack followed the lead of his friends and sat down on the other side of Devon.

"If you ask me that, I think our chances would be better in the ocean."