Chapter 23
Deadly Davin
"Sails at full, I want outta here now," Davin called to his crew as he came above deck. What the girl had said upset him; no matter how much he would deny it to everyone else he had to be honest with himself. She had said the Black Pearl, the most infamous pirate ship in the Caribbean and most of the world.
His ship wouldn't be able to withstand an assault from the Pearl; she would crumble in the great ship's wake. He pondered simply throwing her overboard and being done with the whole thing, problem was he didn't think he could bring himself to dispose of the lovely lass. She had a fire burning inside of her, and if he could bring himself to toss her he would have leverage if the Black Pearl did indeed show up looking for her.
Davin walked to the helm of his ship, Paradise, and kicked his first mate off.
"Richard," he said before his first mate could walk away.
"Yes Captain?"
"I want ye te talk te the crew and find out what they know about a ship called the Black Pearl, I want everything hear?" Richard turned white at mention of the ship.
"The Black Pearl, the one from the Caribbean?" Richard asked.
"Well if ye know of another I'd like te hear about it."
"They say it's crewed by demons that don't die, Captain Jack Sparrow made a pact with the devil when he married the Demon called Saihrena, she fights with a weapon forged by Lucifer himself and never gets a scratch on her. If they fly up the red then all's lost and ye'd be better off jumpin into the water as to be taken by them."
Davin looked incredulously at his stalwart first mate. "Richard go lay down an rest yer head." Davin turned from the man back to the wheel.
He had to admit he had heard the same rumors and barroom gossip about the ship when they had been through the Caribbean, and India, Spain, England, all over he had heard these tales. He had never believed them though, and he wasn't going to start now. If the Black Pearl did come to claim this girl he would take care of it like he always did. He was Deadly Davin after all, he could take on anything.
Alandra woke up to the sound of a key turning in a lock. There were no port holes in the closet she inhabited so she had no way of knowing how long she had been asleep. She sat up groggily as the door opened and rubbed her eyes.
"Wake up," a voice said loudly.
She looked up in annoyance at the Captain of the ship. "I am awake," she grumbled, turning away from him to look at the wall, which had to be more interesting than him.
She felt pressure on the cot and looked over to see him sitting down, his dirty blond hair was down about his shoulders and he was staring at her with his bright green eyes. She had to admit, even if it was just to herself, that he would be incredibly handsome if he took a bath. He had dark, tanned skin, and high cheekbones that emphasized his eyes and full red lips. He was built like a sailor, with strong, lean muscles.
"What?" She asked, wanting to break the moment of staring they had shared.
"Just wonderin if ye want those ropes off, must be awfully uncomfortable," he said with a smirk. She shrugged not wanting to give him the satisfaction of saying yes or asking. He was obviously waiting for a verbal answer though as he continued to watch her.
"Doesn't matter much to me."
"Well I'd take em off if I had yer promise of good behavior."
She smirked at him, her fathers face in her mind, "and what, exactly, is good behavior?"
"No bitin or pullin hair, kickin, scratchin, whatever ye have in mind te do basically," he said with a shrug. "An' if yer good maybe I'll even let ye up on deck."
A look of longing she couldn't conceal showed on her face and Davin knew he had hit home, she wanted out of here.
Slowly she nodded, "I'll cooperate," she whispered.
He nodded and leaned forward. He pulled her closer to him and began to work on the knots they had tied around her wrists. Her wrists were free after a few moments and she brought them in front of her and began rubbing them to get the circulation back. He reached out to untie her legs and she pulled away.
"I can do that," she said as she leaned forward and got to work on the knots confining her legs. It was difficult work, the dress kept getting in her way and slowing her down, but eventually it was done.
Once she was free it was almost too tempting to go back on her word and beat him up again, but she had made an agreement and one thing her parents had both taught her was that an agreement once made should be kept.
She sighed after another moment of him staring at her. "Why are you doing this?"
"Money," he said with a shrug.
She looked incredulously at him. "That's it? How much?"
He looked at her for a moment before answering, "twenty thousand gold upon yer safe return te yer father." She burst out laughing at that.
"All you're getting is twenty thousand? And Morgead is not my father no matter how much he may believe he is; my mother was pregnant for me before she was kidnapped by him."
"What do ye mean all? Yer saying I could get more?"
"From Morgead, possibly, from the Pearl most definitely."
"Ye keep saying the Black Pearl, why would they come fer ye?" He asked looking intrigued.
"Because my father is the Captain." His jaw dropped.
"Yer the daughter of Jack Sparrow?" He whispered in awe.
"You didn't know?" She asked. He shook his head. "It's been the biggest scandal in Spain for the past twenty years, my mother Princess Saihrena of Spain ran off and married a pirate, and if that wasn't enough they had children with him. You had no idea?"
"I'm a pirate, I don't pay attention te matters such as that," he shrugged.
"Will you take me back to the Pearl?" She asked hopefully.
"As much as I'd like te I can't, if I do the Spanish and Portuguese Armada's would be on me, I'm not fast enough te outrun em all." She nodded and stood to pace the tiny space in the closet that was not being taken up by the cot.
"Can I go on deck?"
"I dunno if I could guarantee yer safety."
"I can guarantee my own safety just fine." He looked at her for a moment before nodding. He stood from the cot and opened the door for her. She walked past him and hurried down the hallway to the flight of stairs. He grabbed her and pulled her back before she could go up and moved in front of her. She rolled her eyes and followed him up.
He stopped at the top of the steps, making her stop one step behind him and wait.
"Listen up ye dirty bastards," he yelled and waited for the attention to be set upon him. "Our prisoner is gonna get some air, it'll be the cat for any man that touches a hair on her head, understand?"
A chorus of, "ayes," was yelled from around the deck, he nodded and moved away from the steps letting her walk up. She took a deep breath of the slightly salty sea air and smiled, it was almost like home, except for the band of unknown pirates staring at her.
She crossed the deck to the side rails and looked into the ocean. She vaguely heard the crew return to work so centered was she on the beautiful waves of the ocean. She hadn't even realized she had missed it.
"Beautiful isn't it?" Someone asked from beside her and she turned to see the Captain standing there looking into the ocean.
"Yes," she said simply, turning her attention back to the waves the ship was making.
They stood like that for a while, the wind in their hair, the spray in their faces, watching as they cut their way through the water.
Alan hoped her journey never ended, or that they never made it to their goal. She had been aboard the ship for two weeks and knew there was only a week or two left until she made it to Portugal. Davin, having finally told her his name, had lent her a pair of breeches and a shirt wanting to keep the dress clean for land.
Since then she had been climbing the rigging, sitting watch in the crows nest, and working hand in hand with the men aboard the Paradise. Most had grown rather fond of her and become friends rather quickly, others had grumbled and whined when she began this, Davin had simply laughed telling her he should have known she would be a sailor down to her core.
At night she partied as hard as any of them, and while Davin had told the men she was strictly off limits some had tried, they showed up the next morning with black eyes and missing teeth. After the first time Davin had been gracious enough to lend her a sword, with another promise attached of course, the men stopped trying to find her alone after that.
Alan was tired, she had been working all day on one of the most stubborn sails she had ever had the misfortune of working on, but finally she had done what none of the men aboard the Paradise, Captain included, had been able to do. She had unknotted all the rigging and unfurled the stubborn sail. Everyone cheered and the Captain called a celebration.
"Pull out the rum boys, let's get some games goin too," Davin yelled as Alan dropped gracefully to the ground. "Ye earned a celebration fer that Alandra."
She hadn't told him or anyone else aboard the ship her pet name, nor had she ever gotten around to telling Davin it was she that had beaten him the night before he kidnapped her. She figured she'd wait until the opportune moment, as fa always said. Fa, the thought of him still brought a stab of pain and doubt, was he dead?
She pushed these thoughts to the back of her mind; this was no place to show her emotions. The barrels were tapped and the night watch drawn, they got the short straws. Davin never left his ship unguarded, something she had learned her first night aboard. Father never did either since the night they had been stolen from under his nose. Another stab of pain hit her and she concealed it by grabbing a glass of rum from one of the crew and downing it in one gulp.
The crew cheered as she grabbed another, she could definitely out drink most of them, and those she couldn't out drink she could hold her own with.
"Poker?" Davin asked from beside her and she smirked as she thought of the night they'd met.
"I'd take all of your money, you don't know how to bluff I'm afraid. And, of course, that's only if I had money."
"The money I can loan ye, but what do ye mean I don't know how te bluff?"
She shrugged and walked down the stairs and into the galley where Cook was whipping up a feast and the crew was setting up a poker table. She pulled out a chair and had a seat as she waited for Davin to join her, she didn't have to wait long. The chair next to hers was pulled out and down he plopped. He dropped a pouch of coins in front of her and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
"We'll see who will beat who," he grumbled as he dropped his money on the table. The cards were dealt and Alan bet one gold on her hand, everyone dropped out except for Davin who raised it to two.
"Ye still in?" Alan simply raised an eyebrow at him and threw in the other gold.
"I call," she smirked as he frowned.
"Ace high," he murmured as he dropped his cards in front of him.
"Two pair," she said and grabbed the pile of coins in front of her. She laughed as he grumbled. She had warned him, she was, after all, the daughter of Captain Jack Sparrow.
"Ye cheated," Davin smirked an hour later as they made their way, slowly, up the stairs and onto the deck.
"Did not," she slurred back. Her pockets jingled merrily as she swayed her way up the stairs in front of him, a glass of rum held precariously in one hand as her other held onto the rail for support.
"Ye won nearly every hand, yer a cheater."
She laughed loudly, which was a mistake. As she laughed she lost her balance and fell backwards down the stairs. Davin caught her before she could tumble down the ten steps they had climbed and possibly get hurt. He held her in front of him, his arms wrapped securely around her torso. She looked up into his eyes for a moment and then pulled away.
"Me rum," she grumbled as she looked into her now empty glass.
"It's a'right princess, ye can have mine when we get te the deck," he smirked. She nodded and continued up the steps. She made it up with no more mishaps and walked to the stern of the ship to watch the waves they left it their wake. The moon gleamed in the night, reflecting off the water in a brilliant sheen.
She felt Davin's presence behind her and turned to see him staring at her. He walked to her and took her in his arms; she looked up at him and put her arms around his neck. She didn't know when she had started feeling this way, but somewhere along the line she had fallen in love with this dirty pirate that kidnapped her to take her to Morgead. She closed her eyes as he leaned down and kissed her.
She had never been kissed before, in her almost eighteen years of life she had been coddled and protected from everything, even being a pirate she had never experienced life as she had the past couple of weeks.
She let herself be carried away on the waves of passion that were crashing around her. His kiss became more intent, and she opened her mouth to allow his tongue entrance. He tightened his grasp upon her, pulling her closer to him.
They pulled their lips apart after a moment, gasping for breath. She pulled him down to her again, initiating the kiss this time. Their tongues battled as she pressed her body against his, she had never wanted anything more in her life than she wanted the man in front of her.
"Come here," he whispered, taking her by the hand and leading her to his cabin on the deck. He led her inside and closed the door, locking it behind him.
Alandra grabbed him and pulled him to her. She kissed him roughly, her fingers trailing down the front of his muscular chest. She began to slowly unbutton his shirt and pulled it off, exposing his tanned, muscular chest.
Davin smirked as he picked her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently and moved on top of her. He began kissing down her neck as his fingers went to work on the buttons of her shirt. She moaned low in her throat as her fingers combed through his soft, rather silky, hair.
He opened her shirt and began to suck on her nipple, bringing it to an erect point. He felt her fingers stop and looked up to see her eyes closed and her breathing too even for his liking.
"Alandra?" He asked, moving from her breasts to her mouth. He leaned down and kissed her, when this elicited no response he sighed in frustration. She had passed out.
"So much for my plans," he murmured as he looked down at her sleeping form. What had he planned, and why had he planned it? He knew he could be killed for touching this girl, yet he couldn't help but want her. She was not only sexy and one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, but she was also smart, witty, and she knew how to work a ship and take care of herself.
He tried to stomp down the feelings that were surfacing inside of him, tried to hide them away. Davin was a very brutal man, a brutal pirate, a brutal killer when it was called for, and he was always brutally honest with himself if no one else, but as he looked down at the sleeping girl lying in his bed though he wanted to run away, not just from her but from his own honesty.
She was going to be gone in a week and a half anyway, why should he care one way or another? He could have his way with her and send her to the King saying she was damaged goods when he got her, she lived on a bloody pirate ship for Christ sakes, for all he knew she probably wasn't a virgin.
He knew he was in trouble as he watched her though, deep trouble. He lay down beside her and held her in his arms.
"Now what am I gonna do girl?" He whispered to himself. He didn't know if he would come out of this alright.
What do you think of that eh? Well I liked writing it a lot actually. Okay so I'm getting the feeling you all want Jack to be alive… I really kinda wanted him dead, sighs we'll see… Well everyone except CJ who understands that it is mostly necessary for the plot of the story. I suppose he'll probably live… But I need more reviews telling me why he needs to live; you guys have until the next chapter to tell me why he needs to be alive, and if I'm not convinced he may be killed.
So give me your thoughts everyone, oh and the next chapter may take a lil bit as I'm going to be writing a new world before this one. So a day or two. Anyway, Review everyone! Oh and let me know if you like Davin and Alan. Okay, stop reading and go review.
