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Thanks all you guys for sticking with me for another story, but as this one draws to an end I don't have one single idea for another. So im going to ask you lot for some inspiration , any idea's? Please tell me, I don't know what I'll do if I don't have something to write!

The journey to Tortuga had been a tedious one, despite Jack's orders to sail the Pearl Devon had chose instead to stay in his cabin, taking refuge in the books and maps that littered the shelving. He would check on her now and again and she would smile and say she was fine and at night when he crawled into the bed next to her she would sometimes tell him of the things she had learned, her voice quiet and soft as her hands as they slipped over his chest. Each night he bit back the urge to confront her, to encourage an argument, try and prize her from the shell she had sunk into. It was useless, her spark had gone and she was as she had said, weak.

"Jack!" Mr Gibbs shook his shoulder, "Unless my senses are deceiving me I'd say you were a million miles away." the old man offered him his flask and Jack drank from it readily,

"You say what?" he eyed Gibbs over the flask.

"I was sayin' that we hit Tortuga the day after tomorrow, are we to make berth or wait here for the lass's father to show." Jack shrugged.

"Don't know mate, I don't know that Tarrogyn is in Tortuga for sure, it was just a guess." Mr Gibbs furrowed his bushy eyebrows and stiffened.

"Wild goose chase if you ask me." he muttered lowering his eyes.

"If I remember correctly I didn't ask you," his voice was edged with a sharpness that Jack not often use with his first mate, he felt an instant pang of guilt and handed the flask back. He knew that the crew were restless, the whole Tarrogyn thing had been going on for too long now, they were, as Jack was eager to get back into the normal swing of things.

"Devon still in my cabin?" Jack asked absentmindedly trying to steer the conversation away for Tarrogyn and what future events lay with him. Mr Gibbs nodded.

"Aye Jack, asleep, isn't quite herself is the lass."

"This needs finished," Jack replied running a hand over the polished wood of the wheel, "She needs to finished it." Mr Gibbs had agreed at least instead of interrogating him further. "I'm going to go and fill my belly, you look after the wheel. I wont be long."

"Aye Capt'n." Jack left the helm wincing as he ambled down the stairwell to the galley. His leg was still bothering him, he'd lost his fluent stroll to a limp now as the wound had flamed and become slightly infected. Mr Gibbs had sorted him as best as he could but still the pain seared his thy each time he set down his weight on it. A face set in thunder and a mood to sour the devils Jack ladled some cold broth into a bowl. He ate it slowly, his eyes never leaving a rut in the table he sat at.

"Jack?" Devon's voice floated across to him from the door way and he glanced over at her trying his best to offer a smile. She came towards him and observed his dark mood.

"Are you troubled?" her eyes looked hollow and dull, it saddened Jack to look at her, to watch her slip away in front of him.

"Just hungry luv," his appetite had died somewhat now and he pushed away the bowl lighting a cigarette instead.

"Your smoking a lot Jack, its not like you." her comment jarred him slightly and a scowl found place on his forehead.

"Cause you would know all about that luv." again his tone brought on a streak of guilt, Devon had flinched and lowered her eyes.

"Anyway," she said softly rising from the table, "I just came to tell you that its time, The ship has been sighted." she turned to leave as Jack just about choked on the smoke in his lungs.

"Damn woman why didn't you bloody say!" he stood quickly, his hands flying over his body to check he had his effects and pistol.

"I did just say." her snappy reply made Jack smile, well at least there was something left in her, griping the cigarette between his teeth he tightened his breaches and grinned at her.

"You all set luv?" she nodded and he flicked the butt into an empty rum bottle.

"You remember what that witch said Jack." Devon's warning made Jack raise his eyebrows, "I mean it, you stay away from him." she climbed the stairs slowly waiting for Jack to agree, he did eventually as they surfaced on the deck. The crew were busy organising the ship and sorting themselves with weapons, she sighed as she caught site of the opposing ship, it was closer now, close enough for Devon to see her father at the helm.

"Do we fire on them?" Jack asked hurriedly, hands curling in his anticipation. Devon shook her head.

"No. I don't think he'll expect that we're on the Pearl, he wont fire at us, he wants the Pearl for himself." Devon swept her hair behind her and secured it tightly with some cord, "He'll be wanting to board us, I have to get on there first. Have your men ready with their pistols, if any one of his crew move, shoot them." Jack nodded and darted off to speak with Mr Gibbs, Devon took the opportunity to grasp hold of a loose rope and climb onto the side barrier. On the other ship merely yards away she could see the men preparing to board, her father hadn't spotted her yet, he was too busy straightening out his uniform. Devon smirked at his stupidity and threw herself off the side of the ship. The rope sent her in a wide arc and she landed heavily on the deck. By the look on her fathers face, she was the least expected person that would be standing before him. The crew stopped there working and waited for Tarrogyn to give them a new order.

"This is between you and me father. The Pearl will not fire and I would like your word that you will not fire on them."

"I will not give you any word." he sneered back his hand finding its way to the handle of his sword.

"In that case," she nodded over at the Pearl, the crew each holding a pistol aiming at the crew that Tarrogyn captained, "If any of your men move, they will get shot." James Tarrogyn mused on this for a moment, his face set in a ugly scowl at last he nodded.

"How'd you get off that bloody island?" he asked curiosity finally overcoming him, Devon smiled and shrugged lightly,

"Well, the witch, Shelika, she knows Jack. You remember Jack don't you? about so height, black hair, Dark-"

"I know him!" her father growled at her mocking and Devon put on a thoughtful expression,

"Ahh, that's right, you and him tried to screw me over the first time round." she paused to glance around her, "Anyway Shalika owes Jack a favour, cause he helped her in someway, I cant remember how." she scratched her cheek absentmindedly, "Actually I must ask Jack about that…."

"And she just let you waltz off that island!" he snorted, "I don't think so."

"Well yes she did, however she did keep Gerry to herself, needed him but Jack and I.." she shrugged, "I guess she saw a future in us," she drew her sword, "Not for you however." Tarrogyn drew his own sword startled by her eagerness to fight.

"You could have changed your ways father, mother will be so disappointed in you when you burn in hell instead of meeting her in the afterlife." Tarrogyn flinched at the mention of Sierra, his eyes gave a flicker of sorrow as he raised the sword.

"She'll be wanting some company then, perhaps I'll sent you to meet her instead." Devon snorted and drew down her blade with incredible force. The clang of metal against metal rung out over the deck as father and daughter fought. Devon was agile and quick but Tarrogyn was strong, each time his blade met hers it sent a shuddering pain down into her wrists. She grimaced against it biting down onto her lip as she fought., feeling the scream of fatigue in her muscles.

Dimly Devon was aware of fate as it stabbed her thy with an agonising pain. It was meant to be Jack who fought Tarrogyn, she remembered this as her leg buckled beneath her. It was not Tarrogyn who had cause this screaming agony, it was merely what was meant to have happened had Jack fought the brute. As the witch had predicted she fell, her sword skidding away from her and for the briefest of moments Devon was suddenly aware at how beautiful and clear the sky looked as she stared up at it, A shadow fell across her face as her father blocked the warm sun from her skin, his blade high above her, ready to reign down at her heart. Her eyes caught his and a flicker crossed them, he hesitated, momentarily lowering the blade slightly.

It was in this moment that Devon knew what to do, she pulled from her breaches the small gold dagger Shelika had given her. It felt cool in her hand and she drew her eyes to her father, for a moment she wondered if perhaps he would change, perhaps now he would be the father she wanted so much. She hesitated.

Had it not been for Jack's shout the blade would have probably went straight through her chest and split her heart in two, but as she turned to look for him she moved and instead the sword sent a searing pain through her shoulder, pinning her to the deck. Crying out, her hand flew up, the small dagger leaving her fingers and hurtling through the air. Tarrogyn staggered back at the force of the dagger as it imbedded in his chest, bloody oozing onto his clothes and hands as he pulled it from his chest. His eyes lowered to Devon as she lay helpless on the deck and he smiled gently.

"This used to be mine." he whispered, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth,

"I gave it to the witch as part payment for the blessing she gave the ship," he heaved in a breath and coughed as more blood filled his throat, "She said I'd have it back one day." he fell back and dropped the small dagger at his feet. Devon wondered how such a small blade could have killed him in such a way, she tugged at the sword that pinned her and managed to get to her knees. She smiled as her fathers body began to crumble, the wind picking up the dust and sending it carelessly into the open ocean, cursed was the blade. Devon closed her eyes for one moment, not to respect her father's death, but to thank the witch for her gift.

"Devon?" Jack approached her, picking his way through the crew that still stood dumfounded at their dead captain. "Are you okay luv?" Devon ignored him as she pulled herself up and turned to face the crew, he eyes absorbed them, each man, each face. Some she recognised as the men she sailed with, She had been first mate aboard the Echo under her father's orders, these men that knew her lowered their eyes.

"Devon!" Jack grabbed her arm and she turned to him, her face set and her eyes gleaming with malicious anger.

"It's over luv," he said softly trying to tug her arm. She pulled away and turned her back to him, facing the men before her. Slowly Devon took her pistol from her sash and raised it at one random crew member. The bullet hit him square between the eyes and he fell to the floor.

"Devon!" Jack yanked her back and glared into her eyes, "What the hell are you doing?" Lifting her lip into an unforgiving sneer Devon turned away again, shaking off Jack's grip. She slowly began to reload her pistol.

"Is there any man on this ship that was not aboard it when the Echo was attacked." she did not look up as she finished loading the weapon.

"Devon," the voice was Jacobs, a man she had sailed with and at one point quite liked, "We were only working under your fathers orders." his eyes flickered to the pistol as she raised it to another man. He fell, blood seeping from the hole in his scull.

"What were your orders?" she asked Jacobs reloading the pistol once again. Jacobs shifted uneasily.

"To kill all aboard the Echo."

"To kill all aboard the Echo," Devon repeated, her tongue pronouncing each word with a quiet sadness, "So your orders were not to take off Tommy's head, to disembowel Crawford," her voice picked up anger as she raised the pistol again, "To gouge the eyes out of a 54 year old man." again she fired and another man dropped. "Your orders were to kill them! Not torture them!" she lowered her eyes to refill the gun.

"Devon-"

"Fuck you!" she waved the pistol at the pirate and he quivered, sweat breaking out on his head. Again she shot.

"Tell me Jacobs, did any of my men beg for their lives?" she reloaded and raised her eyes to meet Jacobs. He swallowed.

"No Devon, not one man begged."

"Damn right they didn't! They fought, they fought to keep their lives." she shot Jacobs with the same sickening accuracy as she had used on the previous men.

Jack stood behind her, not knowing quite what to do, he couldn't stop her from doing this, and he guessed that these men deserved it but the cold ruthlessness that engulfed Devon scared the living daylights out of him.

He lowered his eyes as another man dropped, silently wishing that it would all just be over.

"What your name?" Devon now asked as again she reloaded her pistol.

"Johnson." the terrified man answered. "Oh," she shot him and Jack grimaced from where he stood. He did understand what Devon was thinking, had it been his crew that had been murdered they way hers had he would have probably been feeling the same however he questioned wither or not he had the cold bloodedness in him to stand and pick off a whole crew in one go.

Another shot rang out. Jack himself would probably just blew the ship up but as he looked up at Devon he saw it was more personal than he could imagine, she had sailed with these men, ate with them, ordered them. He dug into his pocket for a cigarette, with no rum nearby he had to do something. Devon turned round at the sound of the match striking and her eyes flickered over his. The smallest smile curved her lips and Jack suddenly felt terrified. She reached out and plucked the cigarette from his lips.

"I think we have survived too much situations for you to die from lung poisoning." she touched his cheek briefly as she flicked the butt away and returned to her duties. Jack sighed with relief that she hadn't gone completely mad and did know who he was.

Another shot.

Another,

The last body fell at last and Jack sighed with relief. Devon was looking down at the dead crew.

"May God have mercy on your souls." she whispered dropping the pistol and turning to Jack. He wasn't quite sure what to do, embrace her, comfort her, just hold her? Her eyes were blank and Jack done the only thing he could do in these situations.

"Well," he glanced wildly about the death ridden dead, "That's going to give you a mean reputation." his grin was rewarded with a small and she fell forward into his arms.

"Its over Jack, its finished."

Dont worry still one chappie to go, just to let you know whats to become of Jack and Dev