A/N- Sorry. My creative genius died on me and I was lost for a few days (weeks) I started a new Harry Potter fic for the hell of it because the plotline is always on my mind, but my Demon's Kiss plot came back to me and made me very happy. This is my past week (weeks) for you all: I saw King Arthur, complained about the histories they got wrong and the myth the messed up (as that will be one of my majors) and yet still enjoyed the film and drooled over Arthur, Lancelot, and Tristan (::drool:: BEAST). Started a D&D campaign with a few friends, had to figure a name for my character a half-elf monk…I wanted the halfling rogue because, well, that's just so me, my rogue name is Starr Auroras (light bulbs anyone? And I'm only 4ft 9inches tall [legal midget]) and my monk couldn't be Starr; so my monk's name is: Padowin Kangri. And then I went on a road trip to Wisconsin to see my cousin and then we went home and I saw Spiderman2... Not too hectic of a week (weeks) but interesting nonetheless. So thank you all for being patient and I promise no more lapses of not putting anything up in forever and a year, here be chapter seven:
Chapter Seven: The Black Pearl.
Jack could feel the tides changing deep within his bones, he was an old sailor and he knew when something wasn't right on the sea, when something wrong was drifting by.
Barbossa hadn't been wrong when Jack had met him, so that bit of history wasn't liable. Starr was crazy, but she wasn't wrong, and she wasn't a seafaring thief…nineteen years as Captain Jack Sparrow's wife hadn't changed her view on the ocean, and she hadn't been able to keep him ashore; not that she'd wanted him to stay ashore, she'd made that clear when she'd forced him off with his whelp of a son.
He loved Damon, he did, but the boy was going to drive him mad! He was his mother in almost every sense except of the male nature and tall.
Jack inhaled the sea breeze and looked out to where Demora's Traveler had last been seen. Something was definitely wrong, Damon would have at least sent word with Tiefling (the annoying white pigeon always in his company) but he had yet to do so, so undoubtedly something was dangerously amiss and Jack was on his way to find out (it was after all in a pirate's nature to explore, and Starr had forced him out here, so why leave all the fun to the two D's?).
Jack breathed heavily and slumped over, his elbows resting on his knees. If Damon and Demora were truly in trouble, Starr would never forgive him, she'd never speak to him again, and if she did speak to him…it would probably be to hunt him down and scream at him for all eternity.
Demora was tough as hellfire, sure enough, but she wasn't made of stone, she was flesh and blood and bone. Damon had a strong mind and he was fast, but he was still human, as human as Demora, maybe more so. The Pearl broke over a crest of frothing waves and Jack was greeted by the sight of two ships, one Demora's, and the other a great black mass with emerald green sails set deep in the water, sinking.
"Ana!" he yelled over his shoulder, "Ana, there's something you gotta see!" Ana came bustling out from the hold and approached Jack with something akin to confusion on her face.
"Aye?" she asked.
"Look at that ship, have you seen it before? doesn't it look a bit like that raider that was gunned down a few years back?" Ana-Maria contemplated this for a few seconds before her eye widened and she responded softly: "Aye."
"Do you wonder on why it seems to be docked next to Demora's beauty, or why there is no movement aboard?" Ana sat silently, making no noticeable movement or any indication that she was thinking this question over. "Ana, my better judgment tells me to see in on this."
Ana gave him a sly smile, "Then let's do it, how long's it been since we did something worth a pirate's weight in gold?"
Jack smirked deeply, "Too long…" he paused, "… far too long," he turned his eyes back to the ships in front of him, "This is bound to be very interesting."
-The Traveler-
"All right, James, you wanted to talk," Demora kicked her cabin door closed, "so talk." she was well known throughout the seas as having the shortest temper and or patience known to man, and at that exact moment, she was holding true to the rumors.
"You wanted to talk, I just wanted to get away from prying eyes, Demora love, you should know that I have greater plans in mind then just talking," he winked and nearly closed the distance between them, stopping far enough away to leave room for them both to breathe. "I can't order you to give me my map, but I can persuade you," his breath trailed a scalding path from her ear to her neck, sending shivers of desire across Demora's skin, "and I'm very good at persuasion."
Demora pushed him away with violent force and growled with dangerous conviction in her voice: "Touch me again, and I will find a way to make a damned death permanent."
"You don't mean that," James started, "if you did, you'd stop running," his green eyes clouded and the look he held seemed sad, "Demora, the damned life isn't for you, give me my map and I will return to you your soul, you only have so little time left before you become like me."
"I have little reason to trust you," Demora was trembling with anger, "So why don't you hand over my soul, I'll give you my map, and then we can both go on our merry ways. Savvy?"
James' attitude changed immediately from civil to raging animal. "Give me that damn map," he roared, "I won't ask for it again, and you can forget about your soul!" Demora couldn't help herself, she began to laugh.
After she had taken his map, she had imagined the look on his face to be something terrifyingly ferocious, but the look on his face now was priceless. "Tyler, how can I put this so you understand it perfectly…" she pretended to ponder over the matter at hand for a few seconds while James glared daggers at her, "That's it!" she cried excitedly, "No. I won't give it to you, I won't give it to you until we step foot onto that forsaken island together and whence in the cavern, together, mind you, I will hand over the map, and you will return my soul."
James thought it over, nodding his approval once the thought was processed, "Demora, you put a lot of thought into that, didn't you? But, though it is a nice idea, how could you think on that when you rarely remember where and when you've been?"
Demora went to open her mouth and say something in answer to James' question, when The Traveler was hit by a blunt force and rocked violently from side-to-side.
Demora grabbed for something to stable herself as another hit rocked her seafaring world.
"Demora, what the hell have you brought down upon us?" James bellowed
"Me?" Demora screeched, "nothing was wrong until you came waltzing aboard!" the two would have continued their accusations, but a shout from above brought the argument to a close.
Demora ran up the steps to the main deck just in time to see her father race across some well placed boards, followed by the remainder of his crew. Damon let out a triumphant squawk and was elbowed in the gut by Tyler's first mate Scratch. Damon, clutching his stomach, evaded another blow, he took a running leap and broke past Scratch's blockade.
Free, he caught up to his dad, "A little late aren't you?"
Jack gave him a cocky half-grin, "We took a shortcut."
"Some shortcut!"
"We got here just in time for trouble didn't we?"
"Point taken."
Jack threw Damon a weapon and they charged towards the gully stairs, just in time to meet Demora as she opened the door to come out.
"So this is the problem what was battering my ship."
Jack gave Demora an innocent smile and fluttered his kohl-blackened eyes, batting his lashes harmlessly, "Demora, I'm here to rescue you." Jack winced and waited for the coming blow…it surprisingly didn't come. Instead Demora did the unexpected:
"Thank you." she said this with a grin and then proceeded to turn and glare hotly at James Tyler and his crew, "Dad, we have a bit of a problem to take care of, but you see, I need Tyler here and I need us both to get back to a said island before this month passes so I can get back which was stolen from me and return something I stole from Captain Tyler."
"Tyler? As in James Tyler?"
"The very same."
Jack grinned and jerked his head towards Zane, "He's not your only problem then, what with the Devil beating at you back."
"So, what do you suggest we do?" Demora asked sweetly, causing her crew, her brother, and her father's crew to twitch with sated fear. Jack smiled slowly, and with a quick gesture, blurred with speed, Jack pulled his pistol from his sash and shot Tyler square in the chest.
Demora stood with shock clearly etched on her face, she then turned to her father and slapped him across the jaw, "Idiot!" Demora cried, "He can't die," as if on cue Tyler sat up, "and if he could, don't you think I'd of tried that by now?"
"Demora," James drawled, pulling the bullet from his chest, "You really shouldn't have made this a family affair," as if to justify this, James' crew surrounded them and bullied them down into The Traveler's hold…
A/N- Ok, yeah, this took me actually two weeks to write because I went camping along with all the other things- the next chapter will be posted Friday night/ Saturday morning, thanx and please review (puppy dog eyes) please!