Kindred Spirits

Chapter 16



Partners in Crime



As the two pirates slowly climbed the stairs out of the dungeon, Devon couldn’t help but rake her eyes up and down Jack’s body from behind. God even from behind an’ b’neath all tha’ fabric he’s gorgeous. As he climbed the stairs in front of her, in order to keep her out of sight, her eyes travelled southwards only to stop on his bum. She couldn’t suppress the small, twisted smile that formed on her cracked lips as she lifted the heavy brown fabric ever so slightly to reveal Jack’s backside... Now that’s what I call some fine piece of ass.



Jack smirked knowingly, glanced over his shoulder and whispered, ‘Now’s not th’ time ta adore me body, luv!’



Devon grumbled inwardly. What is he a bloody mind reader or something?



‘Don’t flatter yerself, Sparrow. There ain’t nothin’ to see! But from what I can see I can tell ye that I’ve seen better.’ Now that’s a big fat lie and ye know it Dee! ‘Besides, I was merely goin’ ta suggest tha’ ye loose th’ cloak, Friar,’ she all but purred back.



‘Can’t wait ta get me naked, can ye Duville?’



‘Only tryin’ to give ye some advice, holy man. I can’t fathom you bein’ able to fight off the wiggies wearing such a garment, that be all. Not ta mention th’ fact that it faintly resembles a dress, an’ comin’ from experience an’ all, I think I must just know how difficult it is ta move in one of them things.’



Jack cursed inwardly because he knew she was right. Therefore he shrugged, then quickly stripped and discarded the cloak carelessly behind him. Devon stood behind him and caught it just before it landed on the cobblestones by her feet.



‘Watch it Sparrow! This could come in handy ye know...’ she said poking him in his back with her index finger.



He just mumbled something in return, and even though Devon couldn’t make out the words, she was certain he wasn’t thanking her for her advice or telling her how beautiful she looked. Like he’d ever do that.... Bloody Hell! Where did that come from?!

Jack crept slowly and stealthily up the stairs in front of Devon, his back pressed against the wall as he moved with his pistol drawn and ready in front of him. Devon followed him closely, the cloak still slung over her arm, while her pistols were in her belt, patiently biding their time until Devon would need them.



When Jack neared the top of the stairs, he spied five wigged men talking amongst themselves. His eyes fell one on in particular... there seemed to be something familiar about him. Ah... It be tha’ bloody bastard Gillette. ‘E was at me hangin’ an’ twas th’ one tha’ tried t’ get Norrington to chase after me ship. They seemed to be discussing their captive, Devon. At that moment the Hellcat nudged his side and tried to peer past him and get a glimpse of the hallway. He shoved her back and gestured for her to stay put. Naturally, she didn’t listen and peeked over his shoulder anyway, though she was balanced precariously on her tiptoes and was forced to hang onto his shoulders so she wouldn’t fall. He smirked.



Jack tried to block the fact that the Hellcat was hanging on him at this very moment while he listened closely to what the men said. Gillette began talking again and Jack honed the dialogue between the wigs, ‘...has quite a sick mind, really perverted, and she’s got tongue enough for two sets of teeth. Let me just tell you that her tongue is sharper than even that sword she had with her, but she’s beautiful in spite of everything. If she wasn’t a pirate about to be hanged and circumstances were different, who knows..... Not to mention that I know for a fact that she happens to fancy me...’ Gillette grinned as he gloated to the other men around him, and Jack couldn’t help but grin and scoff at their stupidity. If th’ Hellcat was attracted t’ th’ likes o’ tha’ sad excuse for a man, then I be th’ King of bloody England! While he was preoccupied with the conversation between Gillette and his cronies, he was caught off-guard when he heard a chuckle from behind him. ‘Tha’ man be th’ most pathetic loser I’ve ever seen in me life!’ she whispered. ‘‘Cept for you that is,’ she quipped, then punctuated the statement nicely when she pinched his bum. ‘Though I must say... ‘is description of me is quite good,’ she said with a grin.



He turned around to shoot her an angry look, but the welled anger died instantly when he saw the devilish mischief sparkling in her eyes, and he simply gave her a broad smirk. Devon returned his smirk, and for a few moments they just stood there grinning like two Cheshire cats – one with a golden smile, while the other sparkled.



Jack saw the sparkle in her smile once more and just had to take a closer look to see where it came from. When he examined her smile, he suddenly saw where that sparkle originated. It appeared that Devon had one small diamond embedded in the ivory of her teeth. Now that’s interestin’. Very interestin’ indeed... ‘So lass, it ‘pears tha’ not only do we share th’ love fer a weird hairstyle, but we share a tooth fetish as well? Never noticed tha’ darling diamond before, Duville... but ‘s very nice,’ he said with genuine interest.



‘Well, ye never really gave me a reason ta dazzle ye with me smile, now did ye?’ she said as she flashed him another grin. ‘‘Nough with the chit-chat ... ye ready now Sparrow? There’s only five of ‘em, we can take ‘em together!’



‘Ready when you are.’



Their conversation ended just as Gillette began to speak again, so naturally their ears perked up to listen in. ‘She’s going to hang tomorrow, there’s no doubt about that. It really is an awful way to die for a woman. Even for a pirate like her. After all, she’s still a beauty on the outside, even if there’s a demon on the inside...’



With that statement, Duville boldly stepped past Sparrow, and flashed her most invincible smile while she ignored the pain that coursed through her body from her many bruises. She swiftly drew both of her pistols and aimed one of the barrels directly in Gillette’s face as she deftly unlocked the safety simultaneously. He swallowed hard, while the sheer disbelief of the situation shown in his eyes.



‘Gillette, me old friend... Seems that ye can describe me oh-so-well, son, but this split personality’s got other plans. I’m ‘fraid ye won’t see me swinging from th’ end of a rope t’morrow.’



Gillette was aghast and nearly screamed himself hoarse at Devon. ‘You! You cannot be out!! How could this have happened?!?!’ He looked murderously towards his fellow wigs, the very ones who had left her alone with the Friar in the first place. He seemed to be waiting on an answer that no one would give him. They had failed spectacularly at their one simple task, and no one wanted to admit that. Since he was getting no help from his fellow wigs, he turned back to Devon, ‘And just what did you do to Friar Gale?!’



Devon grinned wickedly, ‘Well son, let’s just say that I did things to him that his order and Employer would most definitely consider sins.’ She winked at Gillette just as one of the guards reached for his rifle and in a split-second Devon had aimed the barrel of her other gun at him. ‘I wouldn’t do that if I were you, sonny ... Ye see, I can fire both guns in th’ blink of an eye an’ I bet tha’ I wouldn’t miss either one o’ ye,’ she stated smugly.



Gillette narrowed his eyes, ‘How is it that you were able to get out, Duville?’



‘Let’s just say I ‘ad a little help from above...’ she said cryptically as she winked in Jack’s direction. It was only then that the officers noticed the male figure that stood behind Duville. At seeing their surprised expressions, Devon sighed and rolled her eyes. An’ these be the pride of the King’s Navy... Guess they were too busy lookin’ at lil ol’ me to notice Sparrow standin’ right b’hind me. Can’t say I blame ‘em tho... Once the initial shock wore off, one of the guards pointed in his direction and exclaimed, ‘It’s the Friar!’ Gillette was lost in thought at first about Duville’s impossible escape, but once he heard his fellow officer’s call and saw the figure that Devon indicated, it didn’t take him long to recognize the figure. It was the familiar profile and frame of an old rival, ‘Jack Sparrow!’



‘CAPTAIN! That’s CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow to ye! Why must I remind ev’ry bloody person ‘bout that! I did earn that title, ye know,’ Jack hissed. Even though Jack was pleased he was so quickly recognized – Bodes well for me reputation after all – although he still got very irritated when people forgot his title, something that seemed to be a habit for the wigs. Oh well, bad publicity is still publicity I s’pose.



Gillette’s gaze turned to the female pirate again. ‘I should have known that you would have a lover – and who else better then him? You both tend to conduct yourselves in the same manner,’ he sneered at the pirate pair. ‘And after all, who else would put up with your foul language and wicked behaviour on a regular basis?’



Devon couldn’t help but grin at the sheer idiocy of the man. ‘Ah, I understand now! It be yer wigs tha’ must’ve sucked all th’ intelligence out o’ yer heads – of course that’s implyin’ that there was any in there to begin with,’ the pirates both grinned while the wigs either glared or looked confused. Naturally, Dee just had to laugh at the wigs that got confused at even her simple statement. Oh tha’ be th’ best thing I’ve seen in a long time! They just proved me point without even knowin’ it! She chuckled a bit and smirked before she continued. ‘He ain’t me lover, nor am I his. In fact, I dunno what th’ fuck we are to each other, but th’ term lovers certainly don’t apply here. Tho we do tend ta rub each other th’ wrong way constantly an’ all so tha’ hurts th’ chances of us ever becomin’ more ta one another, but oh well!’



Gillette looked at her with confusion etched on his face. ‘Yes, because that makes perfect sense. He got you out because he detests you. Right....’



‘Sarcasm don’t suit ye, Gilesy boy,’ Devon said matter-of-factly.



Jack decided to butt in and turned to Devon, ‘I really must disagree with ye there, luv’



‘How’s that? Ye tellin’ me that ye find ‘is sarcasm appealing?’



‘Nah, tha’ wasn’t what I meant luv. I meant tha’ ye do want me,’ he stated wryly.



‘So you are lovers then!’ Gillette exclaimed in a triumphant tone.



Jack retorted almost immediately, ‘Didn’t say tha’, just wanted to point out tha’ th’ vixen ‘ere – who means nothin’ ta me, might I add – happens ta want me. But who could blame her fer that? After all, I am Captain Jack Spar...’



Devon rolled her eyes ‘Oh, stop inflatin’ yer ego! ‘S large ‘nough already, ye high an’ mighty Admiral of the Amber Seas.’



Jack muttered something under his breath, his hands flitting across the hilt of his sword. She was pushing him again, mocking him in the worst way possible. He found himself contemplating the many ways in which he could end her life in his mind.



He snapped back to reality when he heard a familiar haughty voice address him.



‘Then why save her if she means nothing?’ Gillette asked with genuine interest ignoring Devon’s dig at Sparrow.



‘She just ‘appens ta owe me somethin’, an’ I can’t very well get tha’ from ‘er when she’s danglin’ from th’ end of a rope, now can I? B’sides that, I never could say no ta a woman tha’ drools over me masculine presence....’



Devon had steam coming out of her ears at this point. It didn’t matter that he was right on the money about how she wanted him... that didn’t give him the right to shout it out loud! How is it tha’ he can be so bloody sure of himself all th’ time? Devon scowled. ‘I don’t want ye, ye stupid blighter! Tis YE want ME, jus’ like ev’ry other man does... only ye just hate ta admit tha’ now can ye?!’



‘Oh yer so full of it! Stupid wench!’



‘I am full of it?! So tha’ means ye must be all modest an’ humble in comparison? Don’t make me laugh Sparrow! Yer ego can barely fit thru th’ damned door, let alone in tha’ big giant head o’ yers! Ye have ta tie tha’ bandana ‘round yer head ta keep yer ego in check ... not tha’ I’ve ever seen tha’ work yet. No, wait! I’ve got it! It must be there ta prevent yer ego from fallin’ out yer head like yer brain must ‘ave done years ago!’



‘Ye mean like how yer breast could fall out o’ tha’ little vest any second? Tart?!’



‘If ye ‘ave ‘em flaunt ‘em, that’s my motto. An’ I never understood why it’s considered proper ta show the upper side of yer breast, but not th’ cleavage. Me ladies need breathin’ room, ye gnome!’



‘Draggle tail!’



‘Mopus!’



‘Old maid!’



‘Old?' Devon blinked and stared blankly at ahead of her at Sparrow’s face. It didn’t take her more than a second to regain her backbone though. 'YOU OF ALL PEOPLE CALLS ME OLD?!’ she snapped back.



‘Jus’ statin’ the truth bitch.’



‘Told ye that would be Miss Bitch to the likes of ye!' she shouted, followed by another soft 'Old?'



‘Yes Duville, ye be a stubborn OLD whore!’



‘That be th’ second time ye call me a whore, ye egotistical wanker! And now to top tha’ ye dare ta call me OLD as well?’



‘How very perceptive of ye luv. An’ let me promise tha’ it won’t be th’ last time,’ he stated boldly, his eyes twinkling with amusement.



‘Then welcome to yer funeral, Captain Sparrow!’ and with that she turned one the guns she held at the redcoats in his direction and instantaneously pulled her trigger, the bullet missed him by mere inches. Jack felt his heart pound in his throat as he flew backwards. He realized he had gotten her angry just as he had intended, but perhaps he’d gone a little too far and made her just a tad too angry. He hadn’t foreseen that she’d pull the trigger on him. He also knew that if she had really wanted to hit him, he would have been dead by now. She missed him on purpose, just like she did in Tortuga when she threw her dagger at him. I should really watch me steps now... she’s quite lethal!



The guards that were stuck in the middle of all this commotion looked back and forth from fuming male pirate to livid female pirate with faces that ranged from extremely interested and entertained to confused beyond belief. Gillette just stared at the pair with an open mouth. He had just started to believe that all pirates were allies, but the scene that took place in front of him at the moment proved otherwise. This was no lovers quarrel; these two were going to kill each other! Jack caught a glimpse of the flabbergasted redcoats in the corner of his eye as he harassed Devon a little more. She was on the verge of insanity, she positively trembled from welled up anger at the moment. But on second thought, anger might’ve been an understatement – it seemed to be more like blood thirst. Either way, Jack loved to tease her like this, especially when he had the upper-hand in controlling her temper. With one more glance towards the redcoats, Jack realized that the confusion their banter had caused could be used to their advantage.



He processed his thoughts with lightening speed and quickly threw Devon the other end of the rope he had tied around his waist, hoping she would understand and follow his lead. Devon caught the rope as he threw it and recognized why Jack had created a massive argument from their conversation. She had to give him credit for that because even she hadn’t thought of that as a possible diversion. She shook her head slightly in an attempt to get her mind back in the moment. She looked at the cloak in her arms and threw it over the nest of Brits. Maybe he ain’t so much of an idiot after all... she mused as she risked a quick glance at Sparrow so they could signal each other for their next move.



All that was needed was that one look and it seemed as though they had the entire escape choreographed. Together they took off towards each other and circled the men, quickly tying them up around their legs. The redcoats stumbled, faltered and finally fell down. Duville and Sparrow glanced at each other, the two of them grinning as though they were possessed. Jack disarmed the men rapidly while Devon held them at gunpoint.



She couldn’t help but realise that she and Sparrow were quite the team. Dee glanced around her to make sure they remained unseen and unheard by any others in the fort. But of course the lobsters began to make noises underneath the holy cloak. Bloody Hell! If they don’t shut up we’ll be found out! Much to her amusement, she realized the noises were those that only very scared women should make. How very manly, she was beginning to wonder if those wigged men were even straight. Come ta think o’ it Dee, it wouldn’t be all tha’ surprisin’ if they were all queer. An’ if the way they be actin’ be any indication... I’d have ta say tha’ they’re fags. Devon shoved that thought aside as she quickly surveyed their surroundings again. Damn, more red-ladies incoming!!



‘Captain Sparrow, I think it’s about time we said goodbye to these lovely ladies, don’t you?’ Devon said in her near-perfect British accent, forgetting all of her anger towards him.



Jack’s gaze met hers and for a moment time stood still again. He was truly amazed by her. Never before had he seen a woman shift from a blazing fire into tranquil water in the blink of an eye. A few moments ago she was ready to sever his head from his body with her bare hands, and now she just stood there cool as a cucumber merely reminding him to hurry up a bit and mocking the men that had previously held her captive. Wonder how she got caught in the first place...



Devon looked at Jack while he tied the soldiers up carefully, as she felt the time flying by and the rest of the red-ladies getting closer and closer. She tapped her foot on the ground impatiently. ‘Jack?! I really think we should get goin’. Now ye know tha’ I’m quite fond o’ th’ colour red, but there’s a little bit too much of it comin’ our way at th’ moment for me likin’.’



Jack glanced over his shoulder to take a look at the redcoats the Hellcat mentioned, and his eyes widened oh-so-slightly at the sea of red moving rather quickly in their direction. He walked up to Duville and addressed the captured men that were on the ground, which now resembled a moving heap of arms and legs, along with sea of redcoats approaching him and Duville in one loud voice, ‘Gentlemen, today is the day you will always remember as the day you ALMOST caught Captain Jack Sparrow –’



‘– and Devon Duville. Ye can catch me lads, but ye’ll ne’er be able ta keep me down.’



Jack grabbed her wrist and dragged her away before she could add any more to her little tirade. Save th’ need ta teach ‘er th’ benefits o’ a ‘short an’ sweet’ speech fer later Jack... now, ye run!



They fled from the scene, running as fast their sea-legs could carry them. During their flight, they heard the foreboding sound of shots being fired in rapid succession in the distance, as well as feeling some of said shots whizzing past their ears. Devon whipped around immediately and began to fire back at the redcoats while she ran backwards, somehow managing to keep up with Jack at the same time. When an unmistakable thud was heard, Jack glanced over at Devon, eyebrows raised and said, ‘Quite amazin’ ‘ow good o’ a shot ye are Duville.’



‘Told ye I was the best in the Caribbean,’ she boasted and quickly fired another shot and they heard another thud. In their brief pause, a few bullets sizzled along Jack’s head and he immediately retaliated, he got out his guns as well as fired back. And they did all of this while they ran from the fort and the sea of redcoats that followed. When they passed an alley, Jack pulled her in. They continued to run and avoid the redcoats until a small niche appeared on their right, they dove in to hide there for moment, and after a short while the sound of gunshots and footsteps faded. The only sound they heard now was the alarm bell in the distance, which rang to alert the redcoats of their presence. The two peered out of their alcove to check the surroundings. ‘Ye know I should really steal tha’ bloody bell next time I visit!’ Jack mumbled.



In an instant Devon was unceremoniously shoved back into the alcove by Jack and instantly placed his lips over hers as he pinned her to the wall. Both of them were already breathing heavily from running so fast to escape, so they had to part to be able to catch their breath. Jack pressed his body close to hers, her chest heaving as Devon found herself drowning in his brown eyes. One look from him and she literally lost control, he seemed to take her to a higher level merely with a look. She still held her pistols when she parted her lips and gave him a warm welcome. Again they shared a mind-blowing kiss until Jack broke away and purred, ‘Wanted to do that ever since ye called me a wanker luv.’



‘Ye deserved ta be called tha’! Ye should be happy ye got off with so little, Sparrow. Remind me ta give ye th’ rest when we find th’ time...’ her lips proclaimed his for a brief moment again, before she broke away and with her eyes still closed, swiftly reloaded her weapons. Jack watched her hands in amazement and fascination. She must ‘ave done tha’ countless times, otherwise she’d need th’ use of ‘er eyes fer sure. Damn, this Hellcat is quite th’ talented one.



‘What is it tha’ ye do ‘board th’ Hazard, Duville?’



‘Master gunner an’ second mate,’ she said proudly as she tucked her pistols back in her belt.



‘Ah, well ye must be damn good at tha’, seein’ how well ye handle those guns ye carry.’



‘I’m good at a whole lot o’ other things as well Sparrow...’ she said with twinkling eyes.



‘Bet ye are tart.’



‘Where do ye suggest we go ta now? I’m pretty sure th’ redcoats are going to follow us and I assume Drake already sailed off to a safe haven.’



‘Isaac would leave ye behind?’



‘We stick ta th’ code Jack, no matter what.’



‘Yer not together wit’ him then? Yer his type an’ I figured ye’d share beds aboard yer ship...’



‘I’m his type?’ Devon laughed her throaty laugh again. ‘I’m not so sure ‘bout that, Sparrow, I tend ta rub him the wrong way too often fer him ta be interested in th’ likes o’ me. We’re good friends, but no more than tha’.’



‘If ye say so...’ he said emotionless. ‘So ye think he sailed off?’



‘I don’t think tha’, I know he did. He’s a smart man, Sparrow. He wouldn’t put his crew or ship at risk over me. Besides he knows I can hold my own.’



‘‘Course ye can, that’s why ye got out all by yer onesies, right?’



‘I would have eventually, don’t flatter yerself.’



‘Ye would have hung, Duville!’



‘I know. It’s just tha’ I lost me bloody dog an’ when I started ta look for him, they caught me off guard. I’d managed to kill two of ‘em at an earlier point tha’ day, but that was when Bullet was still with me,’ she sighed as she suddenly realized how much she missed her four legged friend.



‘I know where yer dog be, Duville. He be perfectly safe.’



Devon seemed to pipe up after Jack said that, ‘Really? Then where is he??’



‘If ye can follow orders o’ ‘nother Captain other than Drake, and yer willin’ to follow me, I’ll show ye.’



‘Agreed. Let’s see if ye can even captain yer ship when ye have me ‘round tho,’ she winked and stuck her hand out for him to shake.



‘In that case yer comin’ with me Duville. Can’t very well leave ye here, ‘sides th’ fact tha’ ye still owe me a reward fer comin’ to yer rescue.’ His eyes gleamed as he spoke the words.



Devon smiled, she didn’t feel like giving him a hard time now that he was acting all noble, but she did need one question to be answered. ‘Ye never did tell me what it is I owe ye, Jack.’



‘What do ye mean, lass?’



‘Ye told Gillette I owed you somethin’ and I couldn’t return it to ye if I were hanged...’



‘Ye don’t remember?’



Devon searched around in her head, trying to remember anything from the past few weeks that Jack could be referring to. ‘No, I don’t’



‘Twas back in Tortuga. We were on th’ verge of havin’ some fun, when you decided ta play games with me.’



‘I remember tha’ Sparrow, but I can’t recall what it is I owe ye.’



Jack snorted and rolled his eyes, ‘Ye really can be stupid sometimes, lass.’



Realisation hit her in an instant and a wicked grin formed on her lips



‘Mmmmm... seems I’m in debt, now doesn’t it?’



Jack grinned devilishly, his eyes twinkled with mischief ‘Oh, ye are, Duville. In serious debt indeed...’



Devon smiled sardonically, ‘In tha’ case I might as well inform ye I take th’ side o’ th’ bed ye sleep on.’



Jack smirked; part of him had hoped she would’ve been able to read between the lines, but he didn’t expect her to read his bloody mind.



‘Who said ye could sleep with me?’



‘I did. An’ who said anythin’ ‘bout sleepin’? As far as I can tell, ye want me ta give ye one wild night!’ Devon’s eyes sparkled again and her voice seemed to loose its sarcastic quality.



Jack rolled his eyes in amusement and was about to snap a witty retort back, but he heard footsteps again and his mind turned on escape once more. He shoved her in front of him. ‘Run, Duville! We’ve got company.’ Jack turned to shoot at their attackers, but he missed by mere millimetres. Devon pulled her trigger with great speed and proficiency, and sufficiently crippled the first redcoat that dared to charge them before he ever got the chance to take a shot at them.



Devon turned around and ran for all she was worth even though she had no clue where she was headed. As she ran, she thanked God on her bare knees she hadn’t worn the dress Drake got her. If she had worn it, she would’ve been dead by now.



‘Take a left here, Duville!’ came Sparrow’s voice from behind her.



Devon made the sharp turn and found herself in the alley where one could find the Blacksmith’s shop. The very one she visited before hell froze over.



Without bothering to ask Sparrow how they managed to get here, Devon pushed the door open and ran inside. Jack followed quickly and he secured the wooden door once they were both inside.





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Drake couldn’t escape the dread and guilt that twisted his stomach into knots. I should have gone back for her, she didn’t come back, and that means that she was more than likely caught! If anything else had happened she would have returned, even if she did have some fun with Edwards she would’ve ditched him after she had her way with him. Damn it! Why does she have to be so proud? Why didn’t I make anyone go with her? She had to have had an encounter with the redcoats. It was just like what happened in Nassau – only that time she had gotten caught because she had saved a girl from her attackers. The guards that had her arrested, assumed she had hurt the girl and injured the men. Their conclusions naturally came from the fact that Devon was a pirate, and that was all they needed. The Brits have always assumed that all pirates are evil. Bloody stupid redcoats they are! Don’t even stop to look at the evidence first... The girl even testified in Devon’s favour, but that didn’t help. Norrington had already decided that she would hang, in spite of the fact that she had indeed rescued the girl. That time she managed to bluff her way out of the noose ... he figured she could do it again.



Isaac Drake was a captain known for his loyalty towards his crew and ship and for his unwavering loyalty to the pirate’s code. He had never broken it once in his career. Drake thought of the code as a law. He didn’t see it as guidelines like other pirates did, he was taught to respect and honour the code as the town-folk would honour their laws and he wouldn’t break it for Duville, no matter how guilty that made him feel.



They had to get out of Port Royal, and quickly. If they stayed here to wait for Duville, he would jeopardise his ship and the rest of his crew. As he had barked his orders he held the spyglass to his eyes to search for any possible Navy attackers. He saw something ... but it was no Navy Ship, nor navy officers. The outline of the ship he saw was the majestic Black Pearl, sufficiently hidden in a dark cove on the other side of the ridge. Drake sighed in relief. If Devon escaped after they left, she could get a passage back to the Hazard’s berth by his old friend Jack Sparrow. With the guilt over Duville taken care of, Drake let his mind wander a bit, and found himself wondering what business Sparrow had in Port Royal. Maybe he’s heard about the lost Inca Treasure as well... But he didn’t dwell on that for long. The important thing was that both him and Duville were there, and if Devon needed help he knew Jack would provide her that. They might end up killing each other in the process, but he would help her, even if she didn’t ask for it. Drake knew Devon would never admit she needed help. She was too mulish and proud to admit her weaknesses to anyone. She had gained many scars and wounds in battle, but he had never seen her wince when opponents were still present. She was a strong woman. A strong, pigheaded woman and he knew that she’d survive somehow. Devon wasn’t one that could control her temper very well and he knew Jack Sparrow was not a very patient man either. A sly grin formed on his lips, as he thought of their next inevitable meeting. He wagered the next time they met there would be sparks between the two, and knew not all of those would be from clashing swords......





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‘The Smithy?? Bullet returned to the smithy?” Devon asked, still breathing heavily from their exertion.



‘Aye lass,’ Jack retorted as he leaned back onto the door he had barricaded earlier.



‘How did you find him then?’



‘This ‘ere shop, belongs ta one o’ me best friends, a eunuch, lovely singin’ voice - maybe ye could sing a duet wit’ ‘im sometime -, but he’s a good man all in all.’



‘Ye know th’ Bootstrap boy?’ Devon asked with narrowed eyes.



Will stepped out from behind a rack of swords, ‘That he does ... and for quite a few years, Miss Duville.’



Jack grinned at her and nudged her shoulder with his, making Devon wince from pain at even the light collision, ‘Small world eh, luv?’



A/N Sorry that I haven't updated in forever, but I only recently found out I actually had gotten some reviews! So I'll be posting a few more chapters soon. Please let me know what you think (if you're still interested)!!!



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