-Demon's Kiss-

A/N- Ok, Jack's back this chapter! But not till later on. I really hope that this story is good too, Jack's "retired"- Ha! Like he'd even know the word; he's supposed to be retired anyway and living in Port Royal with Starr. Damon, Demora's twin, is the new Rogue-to-be, as Kam declined the offer when Starr gave birth, and oh forget it, you'll find out later. This story will be longer than Breaking Loose- and please continue reviewing and thank you to the people who have, will you please continue, I love reading them.

Chapter Two: A Misunderstanding.

Zane followed the pirates to a small grove and watched as they disappeared down into a long, dark cavern. There were at least fifty pirates- maybe more.

Zane's mouth went dry and he tried desperately to wet his lips. They were after something- but after what? Zane had searched the whole goddamn island for somethings and had come up with nothings! He leaned closer, trying to scope out what exactly they were doing. The little man was nowhere to be seen, had he gone done the hole? No, Zane had been right behind him, so where the hell had he gone?

A high pitched chirp started near his feet, Zane looked down into the ever eager eyes of a white ferret. Suddenly he fell forward, pushed with blunt force from behind. He sat up, looking directly into the barrel of a pistol.

"Who are you?"- it was the supposed pirate leader, his voice was low, but not so low as to pretense a kindness; the voice itself was menacing. "I say again, who are you?"

Zane found his voice: "I'm nobody, I'm nothing," he swore he saw the man smile-

"Well good, killing you will be easy then, I might have had some trouble if you said you were Somebody, but as long as you're Nobody, I'll have no regrets."

Zane paled, "Sir, if you do intend to kill me, I ask, please, that it be swift."

The pirate laughed and the pistol left Zane's face. The glimmer in his eye told Zane that he had been teasing, and then Zane noticed something peculiar….

The man was far too small, his body too delicate, too full of mouthwateringly, delicious curves, his voice far too smooth.

Zane sprang to his feet, bowing slightly at the waist, "Jesus, you're a woman!"

"So you've noticed," the pirate woman drawled sarcastically, "Well now I have no other choice than to kill you." Zane blanched, the woman laughed, her eyes bright orbs in the darkened sky. "Relax, I only kill if I have to," the light faded from her eyes, "And I assume I don't have to this time?"

"No," he thought he saw her eyebrows quirk, "No…I just need someone to help me."

"And if I help you, what do I get in return? Nothing comes to you for free, savvy?"

Savvy. What did that word mean? whatever it meant couldn't be good when coming from the lips of demon, "Lady, you would get my unyielding services-" she thought it over a few seconds:

"Alright, when our deal is met,"

"Deal?" she smiled slyly, "Yes, deal. You will be set off on your own unharmed."

Zane felt a gust of air leave his chest, he had made a deal with a demon. All he had to do now was convince the captain to let him stay on. He took a breath, giving the woman a shaky smile to which she returned a cocky smirk. For the first time in nearly a month, Zane wondered what he looked like and wished he had a razor and a good bar of soap.

He cleared his throat, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight, had it been so long since he'd seen a woman that he'd react even to this shadowy wench? "I'll need to speak with your captain."

He saw the woman's smirk deepen, "All in good time, but first I call upon your unyielding services and ask your help in carrying some…boxes, up from the Cavern of Lost Souls."

Zane didn't like the sound of that. Cavern of Lost Souls, that was the sort of name given to diabolical places in fairytales, "As you wish, Lady."

She laughed. He noted that he liked her laugh, it was one of those deep and throaty laughs, it was the sort of laugh that belonged to a voice of someone who had seen a lot. The sort of voice that would sound amazing moaning his name during a night of blissful--

Where had that come from?

He caught a flash of teeth as she walked past him, she was laughing at him again, then…she hadn't really stopped.

"Word of advice, Mister…" she turned her head to look at him.

Zane automatically leapt towards her, taking her hand in a notion of apology, "Barbossa, Zane Barbossa."

She stopped dead in her tracks, and responded in a voice so cold, it made Zane's skin crawl, "Mister Barbossa," she turned back to face him dead on, "I am anything but a lady," she smiled darkly, "you'd do well to remember that."

That said, she started down to the others, Zane following behind her, visions of steak, potatoes, and garlic cloves- dancing through his brain.

The white ferret darted past him and Zane nearly jumped out of his skin, the little monster stopped and chattered rudely up at him before catching up to it's mistress…Zane couldn't wait to see her in the light, if her voice was any indication to her looks, Zane would have a hard time looking away.

Jack Sparrow lounged leisurely in the dark of his bedroom. He was sprawled across his bed counting out how many times he'd gotten into trouble that day.

"Forty-three…forty-four…forty-five…forty-six-" the bedroom door flew open and Starr slammed into the room.

"Jack!" she screeched, "Do ye know how many warnings I was given today without having done anything to deserve them?"

"Love, come to bed, you've had a long day-" she continued, seemingly ignoring him:

"One from the Dock Master for releasing horses onto the docks, another from the Governor for…I don't even remember what it was!" she sighed heavily, "Jack, yer bored, ye should take the Pearl and go out to sea, do something so as yer not driving me completely mad!"

"I retired from that life, Starr, now I'm here to be a loving husband and doting father."

Starr snorted and shook her head, "That'd be fine if our children needed doting, but they're grown, Jack, twenty-one last month, Damon's becoming a true leader, and Demora…well, I haven't heard word from Demora for nearly a year now," a light sparked in Starr's eyes, "I have a job for ye," she strode across the room, leaning into Jack, her lips inches from his ear, "Go out and find out daughter, that will be an adventure, our daughter is more trouble than ye ever were."

Jack pulled Starr down and rolled, placing her under him, "If I agree to your," he nibbled a thin line down her throat, "terms of adventure, what do I get?"

Before responding Starr took note of the gleam in his eyes, "Ye get the feeling of knowing that our daughter lives, and if you need a better feeling than that…take Damon with you."

"I'm not going to take him, he doesn't know one thing about sailing or ships or-" Starr gave him a very pointed look and he changed his mind rather abruptly, "I could teach him, in fact, I'm sure he'll learn very fast once I get him out there."

Starr smiled and kissed him lightly, "That's a good idea, why don't ye go talk to him about it, I'm sure he'll like the idea, he hardly ever spends time with ye."

"That's because he's a thief, not a pirate, Demora is a pirate, despite everything I told her, she went straight down that path, that girl's going to get into bounty loads of trouble someday."

"That is if she isn't already, ye mean."

"Right, if she isn't already."

"Ye should go now, before she gets herself into something she can't get out of."

"But I had other plans first."

"Demora could need you."

"Could is the operative word." just after that was said, Starr quietly said something and Jack went running from the room, "I married a mad woman!" were his only understandable words as he flew out the door, hoping Damon would hate the idea of adventuring with his father so Jack could rescue his menace of a daughter alone.

"You can't be serious," Damon laughed at his father's ploy, "She'll know if I'm close and thus will know if you're anywhere around of the vicinity because I can't man a ship alone."

"I told your mother the same thing."

Damon looked intrigued, "Really. And what did she say?"

"She chased me out of the room and here I am."

"So we have no other choice but to find Demora together…"

Jack shrugged, "Looks that way."

"Then I guess I board The Black Pearl with you."

"Looks that way."

Demora led Zane Barbossa to her men, giving Riley a quick hand gesture that stated clearly: "Do not announce me." he nodded, disappearing to tell the others the same thing.

Demora followed Riley a short time later down into the cavern.

Her heart stopped.

The walls of the inner most chambers of the cavern were lined entirely in gold. Rubies made intricate designs and detailed pictures that turned out to be making a story, Demora chose not to notice the story, instead her attention was pulled to the mountains of gold coins and rivers of emeralds, her crew was drawn to into the same response as she, salivating and moaning their approval.

But Zane did notice the story, he also noticed the skulls and bones of lost men. Cavern of Lost Souls, he was beginning to understand it's namesake.

He was pushed towards a chest filled near to overflowing with golden baubles , the woman pirate barked out an order to a small, bald man and he scurried off to do her bidding.

Odd. Perhaps she was the captain's wife.

He bent to pick up the chest and nearly doubled over at it's weight, he steadied his aching body and began the trudge back to the surface, thus began his services.

Hours later, the pirate crew and Zane, had fit as many crates, chests, and barrels of treasure onto the ship as they could. Zane, now exhausted beyond exhaustion, followed his pirate down into a small, well furbished room, probably to meet the ominous captain.

The woman sat down in a high-backed chair, placing her feet up on the desk, sprawling far too comfortably in her captain's quarters.

"Where is your captain?" he asked, too weary to have any real authority in his voice. She leaned forward, placing her arms on the desk, she stood, still leaning towards him.

"You should know," she said softly, her eyes full of demonic light, "You were introduced earlier."

"I was?"

"Oh yes," she stepped around the desk, moving like a deadly viper pretending to be anything but, "and a said agreement was dealt."

"I only made a deal with you." she leaned closer, her lips inches from his.

"Then as I said, you've met the captain."

Zane jumped away from her like a scalded cat, "But you're a-"

"Woman?" she laughed, "That only seems to matter to you, my crew cares nothing for what I am, and I must say, you are the first captive I've taken that hasn't figured out who I am forth right."

"But, Jesus, you're a woman!" Demora threw back her head and cackled, making Zane fidget in discomfort…

A/N- I wonder what will happen when Jack catches up to Demora and meets Zane, a Barbossa is still a Barbossa, no matter the generation, hmmm…please review, I need some ones to make me happy .