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The waters around the Pearl were thick with mist, the deck was empty save for him and Devon, standing in a silence that needed no words. Her eyes were tired as she gazed out into the quiet mist, it had been days since the death of her father and his crew and Devon had barley spoke, in face Jack was beginning to think she was going to be like this for the rest of her life, it had angered him the previous day and at last he had confronted her about it. She had given him the worst slap he could remember, bruised his cheek it did, and then she had turned with burning eyes and said,

"Can I not have five minutes peace to grieve you impatient swine." Jack had smiled and offered her ten if it kept her hand away from his cheek.

He knew as he stood now that Devon was still there and only needed to find her feet, and when she had he would know because she would no longer be needing the arm that wrapped around her shoulders, in fact she probably wouldn't be needing him at all. She would get her own ship, a new crew and she'd be sailing along side the Pearl with the determination that she had lost so abruptly. Jack smiled and drew her small frame into his chest enjoying for the moment a feeling of being needed, it wasn't often he experienced this, it felt quite strange, but good, he liked it.

Smiling again he tightened his arms around her and rested his chin on her head. His eyes scanned the mist as it stirred in the distance, for a moment he tensed wondering what ship was going to be so close, sails peeked and Jack grinned as he watched the ship moving gracefully through the mist, pale, palest ship he'd ever seen. It shimmered, not really there, a ghost. Pulling Devon from his body she stared up at him wondering why she had been disturbed from her comfortable embrace. He tucked a stray hair from her eyes and turned her by the shoulders to face the ocean. The Echo glided swiftly, turning in a wide arc. Devon smiled wistfully as the ship turned and began to seep back into the mist.

"Waiting for you." Jack murmured as the ghost ship disappeared. Devon nodded and smiled up at him,

"It was the witch," she said softly, "It must have been." Jack nodded his agreement.

"Suppose I can ask her next time I see her, according to her I'll be needing her help."

"What could possible happen next that means we have to go and get help from her." Jack raised an eyebrow, "We?"

"Aye Jack Sparrow, we. If you think for one moment I'm letting you out of my sight you've got another thing coming." she smiled and pulled him closer, "Besides apparently there's a baby on the way in a few years time, I'd rather it was with you than anybody else."

Jack only smiled and rested his chin on her head once again.

"Aye luv, perhaps we should start practising for it now?" Devon grunted into his chest. "Come on luv, its been ages! I'm going through a second virginity." Devon laughed and pulled away.

"Stop moaning and I'll think about it." she turned to walk away towards the stairs.

"You give me five minutes darling and you'll be the one moaning." he grinned as he followed her.

"Five minutes Jack?" she threw a look over her shoulder, "Is that it?" He huffed at her joke and followed her into the cabin.

"Didn't think you'd be able to handle much more luv,"

"Try me."

"Ok."

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