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Jack and Devon stood for a long moment in silence. Neither knowing what to say. Devon watched Jack lower his hand and press it against the wound in his leg. She quickly ripped off her sleeve and lowered herself to her knees in front of him, wrapping it round the bleeding stab wound.
"While your down there luv…" he grinned mischievously and Devon scowled tugging sharply on the ends of the sleeve to tightened it further, he moaned in pain.
"This is not the time nor the place for your wit, Sparrow." she snapped rising again. Jack shrugged turning to continue walking up the sloping mountain side.
"Worth a try at least." he muttered.
From the top of the small mountain Devon finally collapsed onto a smooth rock. She sighed as she scanned the moonlit waters.
"The Pearl!" she sat up straighter and pointed out across the ocean. Jack stiffened, his eyes narrowing on the dark sails that peeked in the distance, a small smile lifted one corner of his mouth. He lowered himself down next to her, sighing heavily.
"I'll be damned if I ever go this long without a bottle of rum ever again." He shook his head, the beads clinking gently in his hair, "Its been too long." Despite her misery Devon smiled over at the pirate, hunched over, resting his chin in his hands, he almost looked as if he had forgotten about their near death experience. She reached over and let her hand rest on his shoulder, the soaked shirt making her hand clammy with blood. He eyed her wearily.
"Elizabeth must be knocked up again," he paused briefly to smile, "Mind you if I was Will I'd hardly be able to keep myself away either," "Jack!" Devon looked over at him horrified, but he only grinned digging a hand into his pocket as he did so.
"Come on luv, a pretty lass, a bet she's a handful in bed-" Devon snorted turning away,
"I'll tell Will you said that." she paused thoughtfully as he lit a cigarette, "She's not your type. Is she?" Jack laughed letting a thin trail of smoke escape from his lips.
"Not a chance luv, but when have I been picky?" Devon stayed silent feeling rather put out by his comment. He laughed again and pushed her shoulder.
"I'm just messing luv, you know I've only got eyes for you." a tender nerve caught inside Devon and she looked over at Jack,
"Do you mean that?" He turned to her squinting, smoke curling up and disappearing into the gentle breeze. His gaze lasted a full minute until he turned away,
"Don't know yet luv," admitting that was hard enough for Jack she knew, it made her smile all the same.
"I'll tell you a secret." she said quietly and he gave her a sidelong glance,
"I wouldn't luv, I'm no good with secrets, one drink and I'm spilling them all over everybody." he chuckled watching the cigarette burn away,
"I did love Gerry but I loved you more." Jack looked as shocked as Devon felt for blurting it out so randomly. She chewed her lip waiting for a reaction. His eyebrows had disappeared somewhere beneath the red bandana he wore and his eyes were wide, he lowered his gaze suddenly and stared down at his feet, flicking the cigarette butt into the dirt.
"Don't say that luv," his weary tone offended Devon and she scowled.
"Why? Do you have a problem with it?" she paused, her voice softening, "I cant help it Jack, its not something I can just switch off." he looked her way eyes narrow and soft, he sighed.
"Its not right," he slurred, his words seeming to mingle together into one, "Your confused." Devon snorted, angry at him for brushing off her feelings so quickly, she did love him, even in the wake of Gerry's death she knew her feelings were correct. Jack stared down at his feet hands clasped in front of him.
"I've known rock's with more emotions than you." she snapped getting to her feet and beginning the descent to the shore line.
"That's not fair!" he cried after her, standing and following behind her. She whirled round stabbing a finger at his chest.
"You said you slept with me cause you wanted too!" He held his palms up, eyes wide.
"I did want to sleep with you! Any guy would want to sleep with you!" he caught her slap across his cheek, closing his eyes, he counted to 5 before the sting had gone.
"I didn't mean it like that." he grumbled, "I meant that your a, well you're -" "Bloody spit it out Jack, I'm a what?" "Pretty girl." he winced waiting for another attack, "I meant that most men would be attacked to you. Not in a bad way." he added quickly eyeing her reaction. She lowered her eyes and turned again to walk down the steep decline.
"I'm I just meat to you Jack? Somewhere to stick your dick and make you happy?" she felt him catch her wrist and yank her round to face him.
"That's defiantly not fair luv, you know it was more than that." "For me it was, but you don't seem to be taking it that way." her sorrow filled eyes met his and he cocked his head to the side sighing softly.
"Look luv, it is more than what you think, " he dug into his pocket to find another cigarette, "But you know me, I'm a little slow to click on." he offered her a weak smile as he lit up his cigarette. She sighed,
"What is that meant to mean Jack? I don't understand where you're coming from?" "Does anybody know where I'm coming from?" he looked about him as if he was looking for that someone. Devon rubbed her eyes, she was tired, deflated, hurting so bad that even looking at Jack made her want to cry. She needed to mourn Gerry, but she needed Jack's arms, his love to help her. It was a terrible thing, she knew that, her only consolation was that Gerry had died thinking she had loved him and only him. "We need to get going Jack, your ship is waiting." weariness dragged heavily on her tone as she turned away from him, he sighed behind her and followed as she gingerly picked her way down the slope.
"Devon," he said eventually, another cigarette butt flicking past her and landing in the dusty trail,
"There is something luv, but I think for now its best to not act on it." "Why?" she didn't turn round.
"Well because, your man has just died and you need time to-" "Don't give me that shit Jack," she turned on her heel to glare at him, "I love you. Is that so hard to believe?" he staggered back a few steps, holding his palms up in defence. Getting no answer Devon turned away again letting out a exasperated sigh.
"Getting blood from a stone." she muttered under her breath.
"I'm just saying that perhaps I'm not the best person for you to fall in love with, savvy?" Devon remained quiet for a moment, her footsteps soft on the loose dirt and stones below her feet.
"Are you incapable of loving someone Jack? Can you love?" she twisted around to take a quick glance at him, his eyes were on his feet watching each step as he took it, "Can you be in love?" The silence that followed was thicker than Devon had expected, it swallowed her.
"I already am luv," he said it quietly, as if finally admitting it to himself rather than her. She stayed quiet, had she turned round she would have perhaps seen the blush that had stained Jack's cheeks, probably the first and last one he would experience.