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Thanks for the reviews! Moulin dont beat me! i rtied to undate this yestersday but the upload manager was ofline. I'M SORRY!!! Of course she screamed Jack's name! Who wouldn't?

Devon hung over her attackers shoulder like a sack of potatoes, bound and gagged all she could do was pray they meant not to kill her. There was more of them she knew, they walked silently through the trees all around her only the soft crackle of a twig or rustle of a leaf giving them away to her.

Her attacker wore only a leather skirt around his waist, a large knife dug into it, had her hands been free she could have reached it from where she hung, the bone handle mere inches from her face. She choked back a sob, they would have found Gerry and Jack by now, she had guessed that they had always known they were there and had only waited until the cover of darkness to strike. They. Devon looked about her. She didn't really know who 'they' were. A tribe of some sort, in the darkness she couldn't see there faces or the colour of their skin but they were good. Silent, quick and precise. There was no better way to hunt.

The woods began to flicker around her as the light from a fire penetrated the thinning trees and at last they came into a clearing. She was thrown down onto the dusty ground and left for the moment alone. More of the tribe filtered from the woods and into the small camp. Animals tethered outside mud huts, others strung by their back feet onto poles, gutted and skinned and ready to cook. All the huts were built in a semicircle around the huge blazing fire and as she watched some now peeked out to look at her. From the corner of her eye she saw a shadow stir to her left, a hut that stood alone, a small fire crackling gently beside it. A woman sitting cross legged watching her. Her eyes were black, and painted around them black circles, her matted hair fell over her breasts and down the her waist, yet she did not move.

Devon's captor stood before her again, dark skinned and muscular, his face bore not a single line of emotion. He turned to the small gathering of the tribe behind him and spoke in his native tongue, they jeering and chanted and still from the corner the woman did not so much as blink. The savage turned to her.

"An offering to the Gods." he said, his English broken and painfully bad. "white female." he pointed to her and motioned for her to stand. Devon was trembling now, she stood slowly biting into the gag that invaded her mouth. Fear penetrating her every fibre, her thoughts wandering to Gerry and resting on Jack. Looking wildly about her, she searching in vain for any possible escape but there was none. There was too many of the tribe and if Gerry and Jack still lived, only three of them. Her eyes welled with tears she dared not spill, she prayed for her death to be swift.

"You bring men with you?" he spoke again and turned to his fellow savage. "Where?" the other man pointed to the woods and replied in his own tongue. Devon fell forward trying to speak over the gag, the savage watched her emotionless and pulled it from her mouth.

"Please!" she begged, "Leave them be, you have me." He didn't so much as acknowledge her plea as he turned away. From the woods behind her she heard a commotion and Gerry and Jack came stumbling out followed closely by a handful more men.

"Devon!" Gerry cried trying to run to her, a heavy carved club knocking him across the shins as he did so. Devon turned back to the chief frantically.

"Please! Sir we mean no harm, what do you want?" Both Jack and Gerry stood close behind her saying nothing and staring closely at the spears that tickled their necks.

"An offering to our Gods. Flesh and blood that is not our own." he watched her with narrowed eyes, "These men you travel with, why do you care for there lives more than your own?" Devon stifled the tears that threatened to wash over her face.

"Because their lives are worth more than mine."

"Devon don't do this!" Gerry said his voice broken and the warrior looked over at him.

"Choose." he said to Gerry, "One man may walk free, the female stays regardless." Jack swayed back eyeing the situation with distaste.

"That's a bit harsh mate." he commented. "What say you to giving us a chance. At least?" he stiffened as the spear that threatened him dug into his neck. "No? Ok." Gerry pushed past his own threat and sunk to his knees.

"Then take me, instead." he said softly, Devon and Jack both turned.

"You said you wouldn't die for her." Jack pondered giving Gerry a dubious look.

"He said what?" Devon's eyes flashed, "I'm begging this bastered to take my life and you wouldn't do the same?" she snorted despite the situation. Gerry shrugged,

"I didn't really know at the time. Does it make a difference?" Devon opened her mouth but was silenced by the chief.

"You die." he pointed to Gerry, "You walk fee, and you," he pointed to Devon, "You stay with me." Jack frowned as the spear was lifted from his neck.

"Well that's a compromise at least." he she haughtily sidestepping away from the man who held it, "Except there is one problem mate." he lifted a finger to the chief and strolled forward. "I'm not leaving without her." he pointed to Devon, "And she wont leave without him. So really," he grimaced, "We haven't really got anywhere."

The chief drew the huge knife from the back of his thong.

"Your brave white man. What is your name?"

"Captain Jack Sparrow ," he grinned at the blade that pointed at him. From the corner of her eye Devon saw the woman stir, uncoiling her long legs and rising slowly, she cocked her head at the mention of Jack's name. Stepping forward she raised her hand.

"Damche, lower your blade," her black eyes roved over Jack and then Gerry and finally rested on Devon. She laughed lightly and she placed a hand on Devon's forehead. "You are a troubled three, confused at each other," she closed her eyes as if drawing Devon's thoughts from her mind. She laughed again. "Your friend will die, but how is up to him," she nodded at Jack and Gerry's head bowed solemnly, "You will see." she narrowed her eyes into slits at Jack and drew her hand from Devon's head, "You will fight," she said the smallest smile curling her lips. Damche raised his blade again and Jack followed suit drawing his sword from its sheath, he turned to the witch.

"I've got an idea luv, why don't you just tell us who's going to win and it will save us the hassle, savvy?" he laugh floated across the fire and she cocked her head to the side,

"And where would the fun be in that?"

Damche threw himself forward and shocked Jack with a stab to his left leg. Jack scowled raising his sword,

"That wasn't very fair was it?" he muttered catching the chiefs blade with his sword. As Devon watched terrified, she saw the two men fight both receiving most of their injuries in the first five minutes. Their fighting styles were completely different and it was the downfall of both of them, however as soon as each had mastered the other not a blade touched skin. Damche pulled back, blood slicking his dark skin,

"You fight well white man." Jack nodded breathing heavily, his shirt soaked with blood and his brow wet with sweat. Devon bit down hard on her lip and shuffled back towards Gerry.

"Untie me Gerry, we'll get out of here." Gerry did as asked, watching in case anyone were to see him but they were all to engrossed in the fight to notice his hand working the binding on her wrists. Even when she was free Devon stayed in her position waiting for the moment where they could run. Jack and Damche still faced each other and finally the warrior lowered his blade.

"Go. Go while you keep your life." Jack stepped back still heaving in each breath. Devon turned to Gerry.

"Now!" she hissed getting to her feet and running, Gerry close behind her and Jack catching on eventually following Gerry.

She ran blindly through the trees, turning every now and then to check Gerry was behind her, Jack? She searched through the tree's but could not see him. Her paced slowed and she turned back to Gerry.

"We need to find Jack." she panted and Gerry opened his mouth to reply. He was cut short by the soft whirr of an arrow, it protruded from his abdomen splattering blood across Devon's face as she stopped to grab hold of him.

"Gerry! Gerry come on, please keep running," she sobbed trying her best to hold him up. "Gerry!" Tears blurred her vision and he fell through her arms,

"Keep going Devon. Run. Get out of here." he winced leaning back against a tree holding a hand to the protruding arrow. "Please go!" he whispered, the sound of feet coming ever closer. Devon was tackled from behind, forced forward,

"You heard him luv, run, or we're all lost." Jack pushed her forward as she sobbed.

"We have to go and get him Jack." she cried trying to pull out of his grip but he held her firm shoving her roughly between her shoulder blades.

"He's dead Devon, As good as now bloody MOVE." he pushed her again and she stumbled forward. Her mind flurried in the pain of leaving Gerry and fear of dying at the hands of these people. Jack gave her no option, he raced her on through the trees, shoving her, dragging her, cursing her when she fell and at last he let her slow.

They had ran uphill and her legs burned from it, blood trickled down her left temple where Jack had pushed her too hard and send her flying into a tree branch and all the while the tears had run freely down her face.

Jack stopped ahead of her motioning her into a dip in the uneven ground, she fell in wiping her fists across her eyes and trying desperately to quell her need for air in her lungs.

"We have to go back for him." she moaned, grabbing at his sleeve and tugging, pleading with him. He rubbed a bloodied hand over his face and looked at her. His breathing was heavy and rough and Devon realised for the first time that perhaps the pirate before her was actually damaged.

"Devon luv, we cant go back." he grasped her shoulders and shook her. "Do you understand? We are lucky we still live now." Devon pulled away crying out in despair.

"Your Jack Sparrow!" she sobbed crumpling onto the dirt and weeds of the mountain side, "You can do anything. We can do it, we have to." Jack lifted his hands and rubbed his temples with his fingers.

"Devon I cant save hi-"

"You fucking bastered!" she flew at him, a fist connecting with his jaw, he staggered back eyes wide.

"I'll die for him, I will and I'm going to fucking try, he gave his life for us!" she staggered to her feet with the full intention of marching down to the camp and making an attempt to save him. Jack grabbed her, yanking her with all the strength he had left in his body. She fell backwards and he pushed her roughly into the dirt holding a fist of her matted hair to keep her from moving.

"We can not save him." Jack pronounced each word slowly, the anger in his voice unmistakable.

From deep below, a scream shattered the night air, Devon pulled herself up sharply hardly noticing the clump of hair left in Jacks hand, he grimaced hiding it quickly behind him before she noticed. Peering through the ferns and bushes by the side of the steep cliff edge Devon caught sight of the camp below, Gerry tied to a post as the savages danced and chanted around him. He screamed again as one reached forward and sliced at a finger, holding it high in the air as a trophy. Devon closed her eyes briefly feeling nausea drain her body. Jack scrambled up beside her and watched his face draining as another scream tore from Gerry's mouth.

"Oh Gerry," Devon whispered. The pain that tore her heart was unbearable, she would have happily curled into a ball and died there and then if she had the power to do so. She turned to Jack, his face set in a grim look of horror,

"We cant leave him like this." she whispered and Jack nodded a last, lowering his eyes and slipping his hand behind him.

"I know luv, your right." he pulled his pistol from his belt and struggled to lift it in his bleeding arm. Gerry screamed again and Devon knew that Jack's intention were the right ones. She trembled as she watched him wince as he raised the pistol, aiming it. A long slow breath escaped his lips and he lowered it again to take in a shuddering breath. Again he tried, closing one eye to ensure he did not miss. His finger squeezed at the trigger.

"Devon luv, start moving, they are going to know where we are as soon as I fire this." he waited for a moment but Devon did not move.

The shot rang out, Gerry's head snapping back at the force of the bullet as it struck his head. The chanting stopped, the dancing ceased and the witch uncoiled herself from where she sat. For the smallest moment before Jack dragged Devon away she could have sworn she had looked right at her.