A/N- Ok here it is, chapter six, I have decided that this particular story will have twenty chapters. I'm sorry it's taken a little longer to post this chapter, but as I'm sure you know I have the attention span of a gnat and I started another story while I work on this one. Please review and a big squishy hug to those that have!

Chapter Six: Captain James Tyler.

Demora felt her body go rigid and she knew that if it were at all possible, daggers would soon fly out of her eyes.

"James." she muttered tersely, keeping her eyes locked on his excruciatingly handsome face.

The years hadn't changed him, he was still as handsome as ever with his short blue-black locks and his neatly trimmed goatee, Demora was fit to wonder on how she had ever resisted him- the answer of course, was in his frigid lime-green eyes. He was taller now, his elegance more defined, his features were as sculpted as ice and just as clean; but in no way had he actually aged, he was the devil, and Demora knew that first hand.

"James, really Demora, is that all you can think of to say to me?" Demora pursed her lips and turned away from him, "Demora," he growled softly, "I know you have my map."

Demora responded with vigorous heat, "And you have my soul, fair game James, but I'll make you a deal, your map for my soul."

He moved towards her like a viper going for the kill, stopping only inches from her. He leaned into her and Demora felt her body go slack, her knees grew weak and tremors of want ran up her spine.

How did he have this affect over her without doing anything deserving of it's attention?

He smile wolfishly, he knew what was going through her mind and what he was doing to her and Demora didn't like it. "Demora, I'll keep your soul and get my map, you can't stop me."

Demora's trigger finger itched in retaliation, but she quelled the urge and gave James an eerie smirk in reply. She leaned into him, her lips seconds from his, her brilliant eyes flashing with suppressed anger. "Get off my ship, James, you weren't invited and by all accounts, the damned need be invited here."

He tipped his head closer, his lips lightly brushing hers, "Love, that would be true, if you yourself were not damned, now give me my map."

"Only if you give me my soul."

James let out a wicked laugh, "We'll be on like this for all eternity, we should join up, you and I, we share the same ideals and interests," his lips touched hers again and Demora felt his hands scale her body.

She grabbed his hand as it came up to cup her breast, "James," she chuckled, brushing her a black curl from his eyes, "there will be none of that nonsense, at least none of that until I get what's mine."

"And I get what's mine?"

"Aye, you get what's yours…" James lips captured hers and time ceased to be as they stood on the deck completely engulfed within each other's embrace, tongues intertwined and dancing as hands roamed hungrily over the familiar landscaping of their bodies.

A low cough brought Demora out of her daze and she pushed away from James like a scalded cat, her breathing harsh and unsteady, all her crew and James's crew stood gaping at them in astonishment, in disgusting amazement; amongst them stood Zane, his eyebrows slightly fuddled with confusion.

Riley cleared his throat, "Captain, Tyler's men ain't supposed to be here, want us to do something about them, or do you and Captain Tyler intend to discuss this elsewhere?"

Demora instinctively let her defensives rise, holding her eyes level with Riley's, Demora turned her eyes to Zane, "Riley, if I discuss anything more with Captain Tyler, it will be under the supervision of my husband." Riley's eyes widened and he followed Demora's warning glare to Zane's startled expression.

"Aye, of course, Captain, your husband wouldn't want a shark like Captain Tyler alone with you at any time." Demora gave Riley a mischievous smile and left James's side with purposeful steps in Zane's direction.

She reached his side and before he could process her presence, she was pulling his face down to hers. Their lips met and Demora felt something jolt through her, she didn't dare pull away with James watching, instead she wrapped her arms around his neck and felt him melt into the kiss, and then he was kissing back, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer, kissing her deeper, he was a starving man, Demora realized, and she had given him a taste of something that in time would need to be squelched before something dangerous began.

Zane pulled away from her reluctantly, his eyes muddled with questions that Demora couldn't answer just yet. She turned back to James, a cocky smile pasted on her slightly bruised lips: "James, I'd like you to meet my husband, Zane Barbossa, I think you knew his father?"

James's mouth twisted and he let out a howl of mirth: "Demora, you need to bloody improve your lie if your going to come off like that," he approached her like the predator he was, "He's not your husband, to get a husband you'd have had to go off course, and we both know the map won't allow that. So, where'd you find him? A bit innocent for your games, Demora, a bit too British, what's your ploy with him?"

"No ploy, James, just found him, now get the hell off my ship."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Demora, a bit impatient are we?" he touched her face gingerly, Demora tried her damnedest not to flinch, "We really are the same, you know that though, don't you?"

"I'm not like you."

"You aren't, true enough, you're more reckless than bloodthirsty, but we are the same, just two sides to the same coin," his fingers fondled a short black curl, "Demora, we need to talk where we won't be seen by any of our men, we need to discuss this business to it's finality, I need that map, and you need your soul before time runs out, so you won't go doing anything stupid on me, savvy?"

"I never do anything stupid, James, you're thinking of yourself." James let out a short chortle of laughter before following Demora down to her cabins, the spark in his eye saying that they would be doing anything but talking….

Zane stood in utter confusion as he watched Demora waltz down the steps, flaunted by James Tyler at her heel. Her kiss had been spectacular, it had been heaven on earth for two seconds, and he felt like he couldn't breath without another one.

Demora's brother , Damon, stood at Zane's elbow and gave him a sharp tap on the back. "Forget it, son, 'twas only show, besides the Pearl will be at our side shortly and Tyler there will be a few hands too short to handle off Demora's crew and the Pearl's on his onesy, even with his crew, he'll never be able to handle both the Traveler and the Pearl's crews, Demora might be a woman, but she's all hellfire, don't lie to yourself into believing she feels something for you, it was only show."

A/N- Next chapter Jack is back, to the rescue- well…I'm not sure Demora needs rescuing, but you never know do you? Ha! I love Jack (sighs) hmmm…twenty chapters, can I make it? If I get enough reviews for this chapter I'll post the next, until then…have fun and review!