i do not own potc

Glad you had a good time moulin, missed you loads, heres another chappie to say thanks

Night was beginning to creep slowly into the pastel sky, it brought a air of stillness with it. The monkeys had stopped their continues chatter and the birds had begun to settle for the evening, even the rustling of the trees seem to have subsided.

Devon shivered, they had lit no fire tonight in fear of the smoke drawing attention to them from whoever or whatever was on the island.

"Surly if there was a witch in the island she would have come for us by now?" Devon mused rubbing her hands up and down her goose pimpled arms, Gerry had merely shrugged and Jack had stayed quiet, she gave out a sharp sigh.

"Bloody hell, you two aren't much help. Jack what the hell happened to I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, I thought your meant to be able to get your sorry butt out of any situation." he eyed her somewhat annoyed at her mocking,

"I've yet to here any suggestions from you luv, about getting out of our present situation." Devon pulled a face,

"Here's one, why don't you take a wander into those woods and try wooing the witch, you seem to be good at that, wooing people to get your own way." she scowled as she finished and Jack cocked his head staring meaningfully at her,

"Your right luv, I do have a knack at wooing witches," Devon's head snapped up and she glared at Jack, wanting so much to clobber him with her fist, she held back in fear that Gerry might catch on to something that ran deeper than some words.

"If I die on this island Jack, it'll be you I haunt." she hissed. Gerry put his hands in the air and looked skyward.

"You guys quit it, Devon watch you mouth and Jack don't provoke her." Devon smirked over at Jack as he stared at Gerry in astonishment.

"She bloody well started it." he muttered finally. Gerry stood and stretched, yawning as he did so.

"I'm going to go and take a shit," he said turning his back to head up into the dark woods, Devon turned worried.

"Don't go too far in there." she warned watching as he was swallowed by the darkness. Almost as soon as he had gone she felt a hand grab her roughly by the throat and push her into the sand.

"You stop pissing me off luv." Jack grunted, eyes burning into hers.

"Get off me you fool." she snapped her hands finding his chest to try and push him off. It was half hearted, the feeling of the tight knotted muscles under the thin half opened shirt was almost enough for her to forget where she was. Her hand slid up over his ribs and up his back, she rested it at the back of his neck. Pushing gently on him she guided him down to her mouth, he didn't protest and his hand slid from her throat down over her chest. Even as she kissed the pirate she felt guilt seep into her bones yet she could not pull herself away from him, she would never have guessed that hands that killed and fought could be so gentle against her skin, and his mouth so tender towards her. He was like a drug to her, so took a little bit of him and only wanted more. Its not that she didn't love Gerry, she did, but Jack gave her something Gerry never could, he gave her a want for him, a longing to be in his arms, a challenge to try and keep him.

A twig snapped overhead on the embankment and Jack pulled himself away leaving Devon breathless and bare chested. He grinned as she struggled to do up her buttons before Gerry came sliding down the sandy ridge.

"I wouldn't go up there for a while." he laughed bouncing a kiss off Devon's flushed forehead, "If there is anyone on this bloody island they'll be dead if there downwind." he eased himself next to Devon and draped an arm over her shoulder. She lowered her eyes feeling incredible uncomfortable, Jack on the other hand cast not a flicker of his eyes, as if nothing has happened. Devon sighed and stood, dusting the sand from her butt and hair.

"I think since I've been humiliated no end by peeing in front of you guys for the past three days I'll give you a break and shit else where." she turned to follow Gerry's trail into the woods.

"Devon." Jack called her attention and she turned meeting his smoky look. He lifted the corner of his mouth into a half smile. "Here." a pistol flew through the air and she caught it turning again without a look.

The trees were deadly still around her, not a sound reached her ears. She squatted down her eyes raking the darkness, a finger hooked constantly round the trigger of the pistol. Her hand shook. Fear prickled the back of her neck as uneasiness curled round her heart.

Finishing her business she stood quickly pulling her breeches up and fumbling with the buttons, something wasn't right with this forest, it was too quiet for her liking. She made to head back out onto the shore but a shadow crossed her path. It moved quickly, smoothly melting into the darkness around her. She froze, an instant cold sweat slicking her brow. With a shaking hand she raised her pistol, but she could not home in on anything to aim at, the trees were as silent as ever. Her breathing quickened and she started forward once more breaking into a jog. Deep down Devon knew she would not make it back onto the shore but somewhere in her instincts forced her to run, to warn Gerry and Jack. She opened her mouth to cry out to them but a hand silenced her, covering her mouth pulling her back. Struggling she kicked at her attackers shins with her heels and at last one connected. She was dropped roughly and in the tiny moment her mouth was free she screamed.

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"I'm bloody starving." Jack glanced over at Gerry nodding his agreement.

"Would you die for her." the question caught Gerry off guard, he shrugged lowering his eyes.

"Devon doesn't need some one to die for her, she is strong enough to deal with whatever crosses her. I would protect her and if I die in the process then I guess I would." he shrugged again and Jack looked away across the dark ocean questioning his own feelings. His heart had mourned for her when she had seen the death of her crew, it would be enough to break any captain. He sighed rubbing his eyes.

"Would you?" it was Jack's turn to be surprised and he facing Gerry with a sceptical stare.

"I wouldn't die for anybody mate." he grinned, "Far too selfish that way." Gerry chuckled softly letting sand trickle through his fingers and Jack pondered if the man had guessed Devon and his hidden feelings. This particular thought made him frown, hidden feelings. He wondered if there was such things or if it was just a physical factor that drew him to her. He sighed. It wasn't uncommon for him to feel confused, in fact he spent most of his time feeling drunk and confused, but never over a woman..

"I would give my left hand for a bottle of rum." he muttered leaning back to stare at the stars above them, to his right Gerry grinned.

"Not your right hand?" Jack glanced over at him a soft laugh escaping from his throat.

"I'm at sea months at a time mate, I need me right hand." Gerry lent back laughing up at the sky. The moon gazed back down at the two men, unblinking in its continues stare. Jack smiled beginning to feel settled, if Devon did have feelings for him, he was quite sure she would let him know.

"JACK!" the scream that pierced the air startled both men. Jack frowned as he scrambled for his pistol, he hadn't expected her to be screaming his name but all the same perhaps it was an answer to his ponderings.