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Well here is another, Moulin if you find this i'm sorry is not another Devon and Jack fic but i wanted a fresh start on a new story. I'm not entirly sure where its going but i hope you manage to keep that big stick at bay!

Everything was so perfect, everyone so well dressed. Everyone was behaving. Dresses flourished as woman twirled to the soft music, the bride and groom watching on with happy smiles. Everyone was there, everyone they knew. Rifts had been pardoned for this special night, crimes forgotten but not forgiven, for one night only there would be no references to the past and only compliments for the future. How beautiful each lady looked, graceful dresses and twinkling jewellery. Each man, every single one, dressed in in either the uniform they worked under or expensive suits. For now there was no pistols under those jackets and no daggers hidden in trouser waists, it was a perfect wedding.

Two eyes scanned the crowds of happy people, admiring the flashing jewellery and expensive gold that guests wore round their neck and fingers. A pirates heaven, a pick pockets dream. Eyes locked with another, suddenly, abruptly, swallowed in dark pools, unable to look away. And as she danced she held those eyes for a full minute, a small smile twitching at one corner of her mouth. The song ended and her view was broken, gone were those eyes.

Wasting time, all this dancing, she wasn't here to enjoy herself. She brushed passed a woman, knocking into her. Apologies were made, smiles were forced and gold rings were lost. Her eyes scanned the crowd and she smiled politely at a gentleman, his attention was caught and she danced once again, the gold pocket watch that nestled in his pocket moved to another. Again those eyes watched her, she could feel them raking down her body as she gracefully curtseyed at the end of the dance. She met them again, she was not bashful. A slow smile spread across her face, the unmistakable glint of mischief gleaming in her eye. An attempt was made to come towards her but she had no intention of being snagged by a man, but had she chose to have been, this was the man she would have picked.

Dress heavy with rings, bangles and money, all tucked away in secrete pockets, she made down the foyer and out of the building. Other people had similar ideas, all them she knew, all of them weighed down with similar riches. She smiled as she followed these men, slinking into the darkness. Another good raid, a shame that the night was over, she would have liked to involve herself further with the owner of those eyes but for now her ship was waiting.

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Elizabeth took a deep breath as she pushed open the larder door, as predicted the pirate was there, raking through the cupboards and wine racks. He glanced up as she entered grinning at his capture.

"You got me." he held up his hands and cocked his head to the side as he caught the sorrowful look that graced her face. "Something the matter love?" his hands fell back to his side and he made a vague attempt at putting on a concerned face.

"You have to leave Jack." she said quietly avoiding his eyes, "Now." Jack tipped his head back to regard her with curiosity.

"What's the rush?" Elizabeth finally levelled his eyes, anger beginning to shine in her eyes, she was desperately disappointed in the pirate, he had humiliated her to her father and those you had pledged their pardon with him.

"Norrington is on his way," she closed her eyes briefly and when she opened them her fight to control her anger was lost. "We trusted you Jack, and you threw it back in our faces! You've stolen from near every guest that was at our wedding!"

Jack's eyes widened and he pulled his hands protectively into his chest. He had no idea what the hell she was talking about. Jack had given his word he would behave and for the first time in his life he head kept his thieving hands to himself.

"I think your mistaken darling, I haven't taken anything." Elizabeth lowered her eyes and sighed. She did trust Jack and it didn't seem his style to pickpocket all her guests but there was no other explanation.

"I'm feeling quite wrongly accused here." he stepped forward and planted his hands on his hips, Elizabeth stepped back and brought her hands to her face.

"Oh Jack, I don't know what to think. So many people have reported missing things, all of them with value and you…" she sniffed, "You and Mr Gibbs were the only pirates there."

"So that automatically means I did it eh?" his eyes lit with anger and again Elizabeth shrunk back. "I gave you my word Lizabeth, and I bloody well kept it." he turned on his heal to storm from the larder.

"I'm sorry Jack." she called after him feeling swallowed in misery. She knew Jack and she knew he would have probably owned up to it had he stolen anything but the doubt that seeped into her heart burdened her, she didn't know, she didn't know for sure that it hadn't been him.

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Tortuga peeked in the distance, it brought a smile to Sasha's lips. It had been years since she's set foot on it, or any Caribbean Ports for that matter, save Port Royal of course that had been her first stop. She turned to her men and called them to attention.

"Shore leave gents! One week, that's all your getting, take as much gold as you need, get some new clothes, woman blah blah blah." she waved a small hand in the air and grinned as the men cheered. She was a good captain, generous with their loot. Unlike most pirates she did not hoard it away, hide it for some other fool to chase after it, she spent it. He wardrobe was full of fancy dresses, new breaches and shirts. Her crew had stacks of their own clothes, the finest swords and gold handled pistols. The ship itself reeked of elegance, specially built to her standards, every screw and nail precisely where she had wanted. Paid fully by her late fathers wealth. It was a beauty amongst filth.

Sasha herself wasn't the most known of pirates, in fact she was completely unknown. She sailed where she pleased and took her loot in a quiet manner, she did not reek havoc amongst towns and ships, she kept her head down and took little and often from under the noses of those who befriended her. A dress and a pretty face was the easiest way to pilfer the fools that trusted her. Some may call her a fraudster, others a pickpocket, a few even may call her a whore but Sasha was a pirate, born and bred and living true to each name that befell her.

The Sea Spirit glided into Tortuga , towering above some of the other pitiful ships that littered the docks. It drew to a halt and made rest for the first time in five months.

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The tavern was as usual crowded, loud and filled with the smell of smoke and gunpowder. Sasha sipped her beer with a wrinkled nose, the stuff was worse than she remembered. It settled in her gut like lead and refused to get her drunk. She had thought briefly about opting for something a little stronger but much to her annoyance she had a fragile stomach and couldn't handle anything other than a weak beer.

It had been days since they had landed and her crew were making good use of the whores that offered themselves, thus she sat alone in a corner watching those around her with amusement as they brawled, drank and passed out. A man brushed passed her table and she instinctively slipped her hand into his gaping pocked to grab whatever it held. A few shillings and a broken watch. Frowning she flicked the watch under the table and pocketed the coins. Boredom was beginning to invade her mind and she sighed lifting a foot onto the chair opposite.

Eyes wandering, she caught sight of a familiar face amongst unfamiliar, it was a fleeting glance but one that drew her attention. Peering through the bodies that blocked her view she made no attempt to hide her piercing gaze as it captured him again. He was side on and she frowned as another man blocked her view, couldn't place that face, where she had seen it or who it belonged to. The huge man in front of her moved at last and Sasha took in a sharp breath as she realised he was staring right back at her with not an ounce of shyness. His eyes burned her own as she realised who the brute was. It took her a full minute to look away, her mind reeling with questions. The last time she had seen him was at that party, smartly dressed, dark hair pulled back into a tight ponytail and now, she stole another glance, now a pirate. Hair falling down over his shoulders in ragged tails and braids, sash pulling it from a face that was no longer clean and grime free.

She laughed to herself and pulled herself clear of the table, flicking come coins next to her empty beer tankard. It was a small world indeed. As she struggled her way through the mass of bodies she cursed her shortness and lack of strength, it was a hard task and one that was rewarded soon enough by the site of the door. Another step and she'd be out. Nearly. An arm looped round her waist pulling her back into the crowds, a chin rested on her shoulder and a rum reeking breath dowsed her ear and neck.

"I think you and I should have a little talk love,"

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Well???? Please reveiw and let me know what you think!