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The undergrowth was thick under Devon and Jacks feet as they trudged up the mountain, it tangled round her feet and brought her to her knees on several occasions. Jack struggled ahead of her, limping heavily on one leg and grunting with the pain of his wounded arms and chest. His breathing was heavy and ragged but still he ploughed on.
"How bad are you hurt Jack?" Devon grabbed onto a nearby tree to haul herself back onto her feet again. He didn't turn or ever falter in his steps to answer her.
"Not hurt luv," he muttered, his jaw tightened as he lent on his injured leg.
"We need to stop Jack, we need to catch our breaths." she slowed to try and encourage him to do the same.
"What we need to do is get clear of this bloody island." he turned, eyes weary. Devon sighed and quickened her pace again.
"How? Where? We cant hide from these people. We have nowhere to run to. Jack!" she grabbed his shoulder, "Stop, lets just catch our breaths and think about it for a minute." he turned again snatching her hand from his shoulder and holding it tight in his hand.
"I said I would not die for you, Devon, and I wont, but as long as I still live you will to. We keep moving."
"Where will you run too Jack?" Jack wondered briefly how Devon had said it without moving her lips, but the terrified expression that crossed her face told him only that who ever had said it was standing behind him. He sighed and winced with the effort of turning to face the witch.
"Shalika," he held his arms out in a mocking welcome, "A fool I was to think I would escape a fine woman such as yourself." The witch smiled moving like liquid between the trees. She stopped, cocking her head to the side.
"A respectable thing you did back then, you chose his death wisely." her voice was light, wispy and dripping with venom. Devon stepped forward, one hand resting on Jack's hip. Shalika did not miss the movement, her eyes flashed over Devon and she smiled.
"Confused no more is the white female." she stepped close to Jack and ran a finger down the side of his face. "You bleed from deep wounds Jack Sparrow. Perhaps this will be you end?" Jack snorted,
"Take more than a bloody tribe of over intelligent apes to bring me down." The witch smiled, her eyed narrowed. She brought a single finger to her heart and curled it slowly. Jack cried out falling to his knees clutching a hand to his chest.
"I am not an ape Jack, and I will bring you down." she dropped her hand to her side and Devon quickly stooped down to help pick Jack up. He looked thoroughly pissed off.
"Don't do that." he muttered meeting her dark gaze and wincing. Shalika smiled and tipped her head back to stare at the canopy of trees above her. He dark matted hair falling freely behind her exposing her breasts and slender figure.
"I can do whatever I want." she laughed letting her eyes slowly fall back on Jack. Devon chewed her lip, she had long passed feeling fear of her looming death and now only wanted to find peace be it in life or in death. The witch turned to her cocking her head.
"Yes you are tired," she said quietly, "But you will rest soon enough. Sit." she motioned to a fallen tree off the rugged path and Devon sat obediently.
"Jack?" Shalika raised an eyebrow.
"I'd rather stand." he muttered eyeing her as she circled him. Devon watched the woman, her long legs moving gracefully amongst the ragged undergrowth, fingers stretching out into the chilly air and curling back into small fists.
"William Turner." she said stopping at Jacks back and resting her neat chin on his shoulder, Devon shifted uneasily where she sat watching as Jack's face pulled into a questioning frown.
"I believe you know him as Bill, Bill Turner." Jack turned now to face her narrowing his dark eyes on hers and swaying back.
"He's dead. What has he got to do with our uncompromising death at the hands of your tribe."
"Dead to you mortals." her hand reached up and twisted one of Jack's braids in her fingers. "It was yourself who broke the curse of the Aztec gold."
"Me and some others." he pulled his head away, the braid slipping from her fingers.
"Ah yes, young William Turner. He has a child now, a female." Jacks irritation grew further and he grunted his response.
"Bill, saved my life once Jack." her tone softened and she circled him once more. "Brought me to this island to escape a most certain death." a wistfully smile graced her lips, "You mortals do not take kindly to my kind.
He returned once, a long time ago Jack, asked for a favour in return, he asked me to put a curse on some gold. You'll be familiar with that gold Jack." she smiled again, cold and alluring. "I cursed myself by cursing that gold, perhaps my wording was wrong, perhaps my potions were misjudged. Either way I felt their pain each time the moon tore their flesh, I know each man who was cursed for their curse lived in me. You, I felt you too Jack, for the briefest of moments." Shalika stopped her pacing and turned resting a hand on his shoulder. "I must thank you. You stopped it all." Jack eyed her hand fearing she may secrete poison into his flesh at her mere touch. The witch licked her lips and dug from her leather skirt a small dagger, no bigger than her palm, she handed it to Devon with a smile.
"Your father haunts you, he will haunt you no more when you see him next. Jack must not fight him, you must, you must face your demons, Tarrogyn will be his death unless you do it yourself." She turned to Jack, who looked rather disgruntled.
"I mean it Jack, it is written, you would stumble on your injured leg and her father would not hesitate, Devon, you will stumble too, that I cannot change, however, you are his daughter, he will hesitate, but you must not."
"Why are you helping us?" Devon croaked as she stood. Shalika licked her lips and lowered her eyes.
"I owe Jack," she met his eyes and smiled, "I owe you from breaking my curse."
"Why didn't you help Gerry, why didn't you help us then?" Devon stepped forward angry now at her. Witch or no witch Devon no longer cared, Gerry's pain blocked all fear left in her body.
"Gerry has no place in your future, wither he lived or died, you made your choice Devon, long before you realised it. I still need to offer the Gods something, I knew it would never be you or Jack." Crouching down Shalika picked up a smooth white pebble from the dirt and weeds, she brushed it clean with her light touch. "Take this to the Echo, I see you heart pines for you're your dead crew . You will know what to do with it." she paused to smile gently at Devon, "The Echo will wait for you Devon, when you time comes. It will be there. Go now, the Pearl is waiting, I have called her to you." She threw the pebble and Devon caught it in her hands. Sinking back into the darkness Shalika smiled again.
"Jack Sparrow, we will meet again, I believe you'll be needing my help in some years to come." The shadows curled around the woman's shoulders. "Tell William congratulations, it's a boy this time and Devon, perhaps a few years premature but congratulations, I believe it will be a boy also." she disappeared.
Thanks for the reviews guys. Guess what Moulin rouge, I just found me self a big stick to defend myself with but I don't think I'll be needing it today since I updated so quick! Funkified beans, my computer has been acting weird aswell, it doesn't show you new chapters and untouchable you bring a smile to my face as always! xxxxx
The undergrowth was thick under Devon and Jacks feet as they trudged up the mountain, it tangled round her feet and brought her to her knees on several occasions. Jack struggled ahead of her, limping heavily on one leg and grunting with the pain of his wounded arms and chest. His breathing was heavy and ragged but still he ploughed on.
"How bad are you hurt Jack?" Devon grabbed onto a nearby tree to haul herself back onto her feet again. He didn't turn or ever falter in his steps to answer her.
"Not hurt luv," he muttered, his jaw tightened as he lent on his injured leg.
"We need to stop Jack, we need to catch our breaths." she slowed to try and encourage him to do the same.
"What we need to do is get clear of this bloody island." he turned, eyes weary. Devon sighed and quickened her pace again.
"How? Where? We cant hide from these people. We have nowhere to run to. Jack!" she grabbed his shoulder, "Stop, lets just catch our breaths and think about it for a minute." he turned again snatching her hand from his shoulder and holding it tight in his hand.
"I said I would not die for you, Devon, and I wont, but as long as I still live you will to. We keep moving."
"Where will you run too Jack?" Jack wondered briefly how Devon had said it without moving her lips, but the terrified expression that crossed her face told him only that who ever had said it was standing behind him. He sighed and winced with the effort of turning to face the witch.
"Shalika," he held his arms out in a mocking welcome, "A fool I was to think I would escape a fine woman such as yourself." The witch smiled moving like liquid between the trees. She stopped, cocking her head to the side.
"A respectable thing you did back then, you chose his death wisely." her voice was light, wispy and dripping with venom. Devon stepped forward, one hand resting on Jack's hip. Shalika did not miss the movement, her eyes flashed over Devon and she smiled.
"Confused no more is the white female." she stepped close to Jack and ran a finger down the side of his face. "You bleed from deep wounds Jack Sparrow. Perhaps this will be you end?" Jack snorted,
"Take more than a bloody tribe of over intelligent apes to bring me down." The witch smiled, her eyed narrowed. She brought a single finger to her heart and curled it slowly. Jack cried out falling to his knees clutching a hand to his chest.
"I am not an ape Jack, and I will bring you down." she dropped her hand to her side and Devon quickly stooped down to help pick Jack up. He looked thoroughly pissed off.
"Don't do that." he muttered meeting her dark gaze and wincing. Shalika smiled and tipped her head back to stare at the canopy of trees above her. He dark matted hair falling freely behind her exposing her breasts and slender figure.
"I can do whatever I want." she laughed letting her eyes slowly fall back on Jack. Devon chewed her lip, she had long passed feeling fear of her looming death and now only wanted to find peace be it in life or in death. The witch turned to her cocking her head.
"Yes you are tired," she said quietly, "But you will rest soon enough. Sit." she motioned to a fallen tree off the rugged path and Devon sat obediently.
"Jack?" Shalika raised an eyebrow.
"I'd rather stand." he muttered eyeing her as she circled him. Devon watched the woman, her long legs moving gracefully amongst the ragged undergrowth, fingers stretching out into the chilly air and curling back into small fists.
"William Turner." she said stopping at Jacks back and resting her neat chin on his shoulder, Devon shifted uneasily where she sat watching as Jack's face pulled into a questioning frown.
"I believe you know him as Bill, Bill Turner." Jack turned now to face her narrowing his dark eyes on hers and swaying back.
"He's dead. What has he got to do with our uncompromising death at the hands of your tribe."
"Dead to you mortals." her hand reached up and twisted one of Jack's braids in her fingers. "It was yourself who broke the curse of the Aztec gold."
"Me and some others." he pulled his head away, the braid slipping from her fingers.
"Ah yes, young William Turner. He has a child now, a female." Jacks irritation grew further and he grunted his response.
"Bill, saved my life once Jack." her tone softened and she circled him once more. "Brought me to this island to escape a most certain death." a wistfully smile graced her lips, "You mortals do not take kindly to my kind.
He returned once, a long time ago Jack, asked for a favour in return, he asked me to put a curse on some gold. You'll be familiar with that gold Jack." she smiled again, cold and alluring. "I cursed myself by cursing that gold, perhaps my wording was wrong, perhaps my potions were misjudged. Either way I felt their pain each time the moon tore their flesh, I know each man who was cursed for their curse lived in me. You, I felt you too Jack, for the briefest of moments." Shalika stopped her pacing and turned resting a hand on his shoulder. "I must thank you. You stopped it all." Jack eyed her hand fearing she may secrete poison into his flesh at her mere touch. The witch licked her lips and dug from her leather skirt a small dagger, no bigger than her palm, she handed it to Devon with a smile.
"Your father haunts you, he will haunt you no more when you see him next. Jack must not fight him, you must, you must face your demons, Tarrogyn will be his death unless you do it yourself." She turned to Jack, who looked rather disgruntled.
"I mean it Jack, it is written, you would stumble on your injured leg and her father would not hesitate, Devon, you will stumble too, that I cannot change, however, you are his daughter, he will hesitate, but you must not."
"Why are you helping us?" Devon croaked as she stood. Shalika licked her lips and lowered her eyes.
"I owe Jack," she met his eyes and smiled, "I owe you from breaking my curse."
"Why didn't you help Gerry, why didn't you help us then?" Devon stepped forward angry now at her. Witch or no witch Devon no longer cared, Gerry's pain blocked all fear left in her body.
"Gerry has no place in your future, wither he lived or died, you made your choice Devon, long before you realised it. I still need to offer the Gods something, I knew it would never be you or Jack." Crouching down Shalika picked up a smooth white pebble from the dirt and weeds, she brushed it clean with her light touch. "Take this to the Echo, I see you heart pines for you're your dead crew . You will know what to do with it." she paused to smile gently at Devon, "The Echo will wait for you Devon, when you time comes. It will be there. Go now, the Pearl is waiting, I have called her to you." She threw the pebble and Devon caught it in her hands. Sinking back into the darkness Shalika smiled again.
"Jack Sparrow, we will meet again, I believe you'll be needing my help in some years to come." The shadows curled around the woman's shoulders. "Tell William congratulations, it's a boy this time and Devon, perhaps a few years premature but congratulations, I believe it will be a boy also." she disappeared.