Kindred Spirits

“Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do, is sign on as its accomplice.”

Tom Watson


Chapter 23

Breaking the rules

‘You, Mr. Sparrow,’ she purred in her usual drawl, save for the fact that her voice was husky from her prior intense climax, while she poked him gently in his naked and heaving chest, ‘‘Ave made me break me own damned rule.’ Each breath Devon took was slightly laboured and the sweat that covered her skin shone golden in the lamplight. Little pearls of sweat caught the flickering light even with her slightest movement.

Jack smiled and pulled her closer to him, while his hands slid over her damp body, both eager and determined to continue their previous activities. His red tongue lapped across the bridge of her nose, across her face, and trailed down to lick the corner of her mouth. He could taste the salt of her perspiration on his tongue and if that wasn’t enough to arouse him, she also smelled dirtily divine. Oh yes, Captain Jack Sparrow was up for seconds! Or in this case… thirds! He was still inebriated from the feelings she had given him more than once that night, therefore he decided that he might just forgive her for not addressing him as Captain this time. Jack looked over at her, about to question just what she meant by that statement, when he found that his eyes were automatically drawn to those deep mysterious orbs of hers and that the elusive sparkle he saw intrigued him. It was that sparkle that made him determined to find out what secrets and obscurities lay within their depths. After almost losing himself in her eyes, he realised he still had yet to ask her about that most interesting statement she made moments ago, ‘How’s that luv?’ he said with a deep and raspy voice, while he gently moved a moist curl off of her face, ‘Wha’ rule might tha’ be?’

Devon shoved herself up in the Captain’s bed a bit, so she could lean on the headboard. She knew that she would need the support of the hard wood to be able to confess her self-made pact to him. ‘Well, it jus’ so ‘appens tha’ it be th’ only rule I’ve ne’er broken….. until now tha’ is,’ she said hoarsely while she let her eager fingers glide over his muscular torso again, caressing the scars and designs that adorned his tan skin, then following his gorgeous physique lower towards the curly shrub between his legs. She smiled when she saw that the sensation her digits caused made him swallow for a moment and how that darling frown of his shoved the bandana he still wore just the slightest bit upwards.

He brushed his right thumb across her lips, smiled back at her, and spoke, ‘Are ye gonna tell me wha’ tha’ rule is, dear, or are ye gonna talk in riddles fer th’ rest o’ th’ nigh’? O’course I wouldn’t exactly mind if ye kept tha’ mouth o’ yers shut fer a change, or better yet, keepin’ it shut by havin’ it wrapped aroun’ me stallion shaft. Then ye could use tha’ sharp an’ delicious tongue o’ yers fer other – noble – causes.’ A very taunting grin graced his features after that little comment, which caused Devon to smirk back, but then he just ruined the moment and rambled on, ‘Cause ye know, ye really ‘ave a talent fer tha’… not sayin’ tha’ yer other bedroom talents can be ignored ‘n all. But just tellin’ ye tha’ ye can do whatever yer body desires luv, right now mine be suggestin’ tha’ I just lay back fer a bit…’ he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and put his hands behind his head, getting quite comfortable.

‘I have ne’er slept wit’ th’ same man twice,’ she stated bluntly. She got up onto her hands and knees to look at his surprised face. She then used her position to prowl like a cat over to him and straddled his hips. ‘Tha’ be th’ rule I made fer meself, th’ pact I made wit’ meself an’ very likely th’ only one I intended an’ pledged ne’er ta break.’

‘Rules are meant ta be broken luv,’ he stated while he traced her collarbone with his index finger. ‘Ye as a fellow pirate should know tha’ well… an’ I feel it be my duty ta remind ye o’ this ‘cause I happen ta be an expert on th’ subject,’ he said with an ear-to-ear smile.

Devon glanced down on the sexy Captain that was beneath her again and felt him place his skilled and rough hands on her hips, while his eyes never lost track of hers.

‘Hmmm, it seems tha’ th’ Capt’n be rather proud o’ ‘imself, isn’t ‘e?’ she whispered as she leaned down to nuzzle his face. The tip of her tongue flicked teasingly across his face and caused him to shiver when she breathed lightly over him.

Damn straight Jack was gloating! Not only because she had actually addressed him as Captain without any pressure from his side, but he really was proud of himself when he learned that he had made her break her own rule. For Jack knew that pirates gave a rats ass about the rules of others, but the rules they set for themselves were not intended to be broken – ever. When that thought struck him, he proceeded to gloat even more. ‘Actually I be damned proud! Proud, but jus’ not surprised, tart … ‘cause ye see, no woman can resist me masculinity, me captivatin’ charisma,’ he stated matter-of-factly, while he planted a feather light kiss on the corner of her mouth. ‘Not even a stubborn, cocky one like yerself. But now tha’ we’ve got tha’ out o’ th’ way, what be th’ reward I get?’

She raised an eyebrow, lifting herself back up so that she could see his handsome face better. ‘Reward! Reward say ye?’ a randy glint forming in her indigo eyes.

‘Aye, a reward. Fer makin’ ye break tha’ rule o’ yers. Ye know wha’ I be talkin’ ‘bout, give ol’ Jack a lil’ somethin’ fer ‘is efforts,’ he said, while he held her tighter and pulled her forward. ‘Cause ye know I did some bloody hard work ta get ye ta-…”

Devon smiled, but she cut him off instantly, twisting his arm away from her hips, ‘Oh, I don’ think ye quite understand, ye lil’ pisser. There be no reward... ye’ll be punished fer yer crimes,’ she said seductively while she clenched his waist between her strong legs and effectively pinned his hands to the soft mattress. A wicked smile curled her full lips, ‘And as a suitable punishment I hereby claim ev’ry inch o’ tha’ scrawny body o’ yers’, she said and immediately pressed her thighs even further together, giving him a discomforting but very erotic pain.

Jack desperately wished she would move just a little so that her sex would be closer to his, but it seemed that the more he struggled, the more determined Devon was to take charge. He had no choice but to surrender, not that he cared all that much since he knew he would enjoy every moment of her “torment” thoroughly.

He had to swallow hard when he felt her dampness on his lower pelvis again, this was the second night in a row Jack had felt their bodies reacting to one another’s and he had to admit that was enjoying her company more and more with each sunset. The erotic electricity between the two of them was undeniable, and even though Jack was an experienced man, the art of lovemaking was so much more exiting when the partner you had was another artist. And was moving with you so damned well and doing it out of other motives than to make quick money as a whore would do. He wasn’t sure why Devon was with him at first, perhaps because she wanted to, or even needed to. But whatever the reason, he knew that she enjoyed it just as much as he did. The way her anger would radiate in her eyes and the way she made love had shown him she was very passionate and had a zest for life. That, in his opinion, was a definite plus in a pirate and even more so in a woman. He contemplated the possibilities of this while he let his bejewelled hands slide from her hips to her chest, cupping her firm breasts. God, it felt so damn good having her close to him…

Devon was the most passionate and trained woman he had ever shared a bed with. Well not just a bed to be perfectly honest. If he could remember them all correctly it was a bed, a chair, a floor, a wall, a windowsill, a doorpost and a staircase… A mischievous smile formed on his face as he remembered the night at the Turners. They had used that night together to the fullest and he could recall every moment of it vividly. Devon was without a single doubt the best lay he ever had and he knew, by her confession, she must have had the same feelings about him. But he found that for once it wasn’t just the sex, there was more to it than that…. He just couldn’t put his ringed finger on it. He left his musings for the moment and realised that said finger would be put to better use if it toyed with her swollen nipple, teasing the tender flesh by swirling lightly around it. He found himself becoming more aroused by the minute.

While his fingers continued to torment Devon, Jack realised that before now, there had never been a woman that could make him feel this way. She made him feel weak and strong at the same time, and it was as if she could see right through him. But before he could continue that train of thought, all notions were put on hold when she began to plant teasing butterfly kisses on his chest.

However, once the vixen began to suck his finger suggestively and he noticed that he could feel how much she wanted him on his lower abdomen, his train of thought de-railed and was completely forgotten, because he found that he really didn’t want to think too much at the moment. Of course his racing heart would have destroyed any thought that lingered in his mind anyway.

‘Yer such a bad girl, Duville,’ he whispered hoarsely, when he felt her grinding hips against his sex. The friction alone was enough to make him tremble.

‘Not ‘alf as bad as I’d like ta be,’ she whispered back while she buried her head in his unruly hair, and effectively pinned his hands to the mattress again.

‘Ye know what they say, don’t ye luv?’ he said amusedly, but then he tensed and felt his feet tremble at what the vixen did to him, his body was beyond his control. Oh dear Lord ‘ave mercy, how’s she do tha’?

He felt a small stream of air slide past his cheek as she spoke, ‘Pray tell, Jack…’ and he felt her teeth sink deliciously into his throat, while her tongue swirled over the newly claimed flesh and let her sex slide along his length teasingly.

‘Ooooooh… They say…… hmmmmm Good girls go ta…… ahhhhhh Heaven and bad girls…’ At that point he couldn’t bare her torture any longer so he freed his hands from her iron grip and placed them firmly on her hips, lifted her up a bit and finally slid inside of her.

Devon instantly contracted her muscles around him and gasped at the sensation, ‘Where do th’ bad girls go, Sparrow, ye can’t leave a gal guessin’ like tha’…’ O’ in th’ name o’ all things sacred, ‘ow can ‘e ‘ave such an effect on me? Without any real effort her body followed his rhythm. She circled her hips on top of him, and as she rode him she felt him slide deeper and deeper inside of her.

He skimmed her sides with his callused hands, ‘Ye want ta know ‘bout them bad girls?’ a wicked grin formed on his wet lips, ‘Well… they come to Jack…’

Devon circled her hips wilder atop of him in response and looked down at him, her eyes darkened with desire, ‘An’ this bad girl,’ her nose touched his while her eyes were locked steady on his, giving him a very deep look, ‘‘as every intention o’ coming with Jack….’

Needless to say Devon broke her own rule magnificently several more times that night, and each and every time was much to Jack’s satisfaction.


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After the sun rose and the day had begun, Jack rolled over to find the now so familiar shape and form of the piratess that he had watched fall asleep in his arms was not there. His right hand searched for her and he groped among the bed sheets but found nothing. Then he felt a weight shifting behind him, while a wet tongue licked his nape and he grinned, ‘Hmmmm, an’ a good mornin’ ta ye too, lil’ tramp.’

Just when he was about to open his eyes, turn around and kiss her full lips good morning, he heard her voice, very far away. She was singing again, somewhere…. distant, and most definitely NOT near him! He turned around quickly, causing the sheets to ripple and he saw – his eyes opening wider by the second – that the tongue that had just licked him did not belong to the Hellcat, but to the Hell dog! He blinked several times to make sure this wasn’t a dream, but the image of the “licker” remained the same. He had just been licked by….. O’ I’m gonna be sick…

He got up, as quick as he could, and staggered backwards, noticing immediately that the ship was rocking slightly.

‘She’s lifted th’ bloody anchor all by herself! Insolent wench!’ he growled while he wrapped one of the sheets, which still smelled of their essences from the night before, around him before he stormed through his cabin doors. To be more precise they were really Gillette’s or Norrington’s cabin doors, but he barged through them as if they were his own. He found her at the helm, after nearly tripping over the sheet while climbing the stairs to reach the deck. She stood behind the wheel, barefoot and adorned in only her thin blouse and breeches, studying an old brass compass like she was a bloomin’ Captain and had been for years. Despite his raging anger, he couldn’t shake the feeling that she looked so natural there…

Devon noticed him from the corner of her eyes and gave him a sideways glance followed by a huge smile, ‘Oy, Sparrow, tire ye out tha’ much, did I?’

He snorted. ‘Nay ye didn’t an’ I’ve been wide awake fer hours, wench,’ he lied, knowing she’d see right through it.

Devon rolled her eyes. ‘Sure ye ‘ave. Yer snores were louder than Bullet’s when I woke up. Sleepin’ like a bear in ‘ibernation, ye were! Could’ve stolen ev’ry bloody thing ye own an’ all ye’d ‘ave done is moan an’ groan me name some more!’

Jack moved closer, cautiously of course since he wanted to keep the sheet in place, ‘I most certainly did not moan yer name!’ I didn’t, did I? ‘Anyways that’s hardly th’ subject ‘ere. Would ye care ta inform me just what th’ Hell ye think yer doin’ behind tha’ wheel?’

‘Makin’ bloody good time, that’s what I be doin’!’ she stated, quite amused with Sparrow’s reaction.

‘How th’ devil did ye get tha’ anchor up in th’ first place?’

‘Yer not too bright in th’ mornin’, are ye Capt’n? I might still be a bit sore, but tha’ don’t mean I can’t carry me own weight aboard a ship.’

‘Why don’t ye listen to what ye just said again lil’ Miss Oh-I’m-So-Bold-In-Me-Breeches! I’m the Capt’n ‘round ‘ere! I should be behind that wheel!’ he fumed, hands trembling as he pointed manically to himself. ‘Not ye, me. I’m Captain Jack Sparrow! The C-A-P-T-A-I-N! Remember th’ lil’ talk we had ‘bout this?’

‘Well, dear Capt’n…. It seems ta me tha’ ye should’ve thought ‘bout tha’ b’fore dawn. ‘Cause I ne’er let a good opportunity pass me by.’

Jack was getting angrier by the minute, but Devon knew she could anger him as much as she wanted as long as she could calm him down later. All she had to do was get his mind on … other things. She grinned inwardly, he really was too easy. She proceeded to give him an angelic little smile, while she revealed a tan shoulder to him, by pulling the collar of her shirt to the side, her fingers tracing the exposed skin down to her cleavage. It was at that point that Jack’s hands lost their grip on the fabric. Gotcha! God, this be too easy an’ way too fun.

‘Jack?’ she queried innocently.

‘What?’ he snapped back.

‘Ye might wanna put some clothes on, ‘specially when tha’ compass needle o’ yers is sadly pointin’ south.’

He looked down in shock when he noticed the sheet had fallen and was now being swept overboard by a tuck of the wind, he tried to catch it, lashing out towards the railing, but it seemed the wind had other things in mind. He turned around to face her in all his naked glory. She appraised him and gave him that look again, her eyes now glistening like sapphires. He fought it, determined to beat those damned feelings for just this once, but he failed and felt his pride and joy as it proudly rose to point north again.

Her throaty laugh echoed across the empty deck as Jack stalked back to his chambers, slamming the doors shut behind him. While Jack let out his rage by tossing everything he could grab hold of against the wooden walls, Devon just shrugged her shoulders and began to sing once more.

She idly sang the words and watched the needle of her compass, but couldn’t loose the image of the stark naked Captain Jack Sparrow as he stood before her in broad daylight. He looked good enough to eat with a spoon. She studied her tattered compass again and finally noticed that the sight of Sparrow’s naked persona had gotten them slightly of course. She gave a firm tug at the spokes of the wheel to correct her error. She heard a stumble as the ship changed its course followed by a long string of curses in various languages.

Devon grinned and kept on singing, even as she noticed that the voice, and the cursing, was getting louder. Juuuuuust ignore th’ bloke… To top Jack’s cursing Devon sang even louder.

He shouted dangerously close to her ear, ‘WHAT TH’ DEVIL DO YE THINK YER DOIN’ NOW YE HARLOT? YE NEARLY BROKE ME NECK JUST THEN!’

‘Keep yer mouth shut fer once will ye? Due ta yer lil’ escapade wit’ th’ sheet ye got us off track, an’ was jus’ gettin’ us back on course, all right?’ she hissed.

‘I ‘appen ta think it would be best,’ he said in a tone too calm for his raging temper, ‘if ye stepped away from th’ helm an’ found somethin’ else ta do.’

‘Fine!’ she huffed, ‘I’ll be on the balcony, in case ye decide tha’ ye need me after all!’

‘Balcony?’

‘Th’ bloody crow’s nest!’ and with that she turned on her bare heel, and dashed off to her new destination… somewhere HE wouldn’t come follow.

Jack watched her climb the ropes again and admired the view of her ass from his vantage point.

Devon sensed his gaze again and snapped, ‘An’ would ye stop undressin’ me wit’ them damned eyes o’ yers!’

‘Tha’ would be wishful thinkin’, Duville!’ he shouted after her, even though he felt his pants getting tighter again.

Devon’s blouse whipped around her and the damp breeze felt soothed her skin while she climbed the rigging. Her curls danced about her face as she reached the highest point of the ship.

Devon stood up in the crow’s nest, while Jack stood behind the wheel of the Liberty. They hadn’t said a word since Jack had told Devon to hand over the place behind the helm to him. He was angry at her for captaining the ship without his consent, while she was angry that he was acting like such a dickhead.

The only serene thing was the ship itself and the waters they sailed on. The former naval vessel was covered in a hazy grey, while the two person crew of the HMS Liberty came closer and closer to their destination. Both pirates were equally thrilled to go ashore.

Tortuga…

It was the city of sins, the Walhalla of every pirate and scoundrel. Lucifer’s very own Garden of Eden, but a place that many pirates preferred to simply call ‘home’… Home for many wandering souls. A guesthouse that was always open for the open minded and the free spirited. Tortuga, where the willing women and the giving men would always be there awaiting them and where the rum would always generously flow. It was Jack and Devon’s personal number one destination. Their view of what Heaven was like… well, it was a Heaven with a nasty smell and you did have to keep a sharp eye open for danger since that lured around every corner, but without all that, Heaven would be rather dull, wouldn’t it?

Devon saw a tiny spot appearing on the horizon, and she knew by the butterflies in her stomach that it was the Tortugan skyline, growing larger and larger as it materialized from behind the fog as they sailed on.

‘Heaven Ho!’ she bellowed on the top of her longs.

Jack smiled at her very suiting description of their next anchorage, somehow forgetting his previous anger towards her as he got lost in the memories of Tortuga for a few brief moments.

‘Get tha’ fine ass o’ yers down ‘ere, Duville! Need ye ta work th’ ropes,’ he hollered towards the mizzenmast.

Within a few seconds, Devon landed – and this time on her feet and very gracefully – on deck. She saluted him and climbed the rigging on the stern deck, immediately tightening the ropes of the sail that had come loose. After she was finished and back on deck, she walked up to the helm and leaned on the railing, gliding her eyes over Jack’s physique. The profile of his face, his perfectly shaped nose, those high cheekbones, that masculine chin and those extravagant braids and dreads – which she just adored – and the wrinkles of his concentrated frown made her knees buckle. She didn’t dare to ponder about those magical dark mysterious eyes he had, for she would be lost in her thoughts for some time just as she constantly got lost in those eyes…. she sighed heavily.

‘Devon me darlin’, I know ye can hardly take those lovely blue orbs off o’ me handsome form, but would ye mind adjustin’ th’ mainsail? An’ don’t give me girly crap ‘bouts ye not bein’ able ta do tha’ all be yer onesies, ‘cause I be knowin’ tha’ would be a lame excuse ta stay ‘ere an’ drool over me captivatin’ charisma.’

Devon looked astonished at her temporary Captain, her mouth opened like a fish gasping for water, but she wasn’t able to utter a single word. For a few moments, which seemed like centuries to Devon, her mouth could only open and close, while the only thing that escaped her lips was the air she exhaled. Her hands curled into fists at her sides as her voice finally came back to her, and there she stood, rooted to the spot as she trembled from anger over his poised behaviour.

‘Who th’ fuck do ye think ye are? Ye big pompous self-assured, self-centred, vain, annoyin’, sickenin’, sex-obsessed, half-twit!’ Devon shouted at the top of her lungs, her chest heaving from her anger.

Jack just smiled benignly at her in return, ‘An’ I’d be glad ta return those compliments, dear. Ye ain’t no shred better ‘n I am ye know,’ and he started singing his favourite song, while he watched Devon stomp angrily across the deck over to the mainmast.

‘Weeeeeeee’re Devons –’ Jack’s eyes widened in shock and he swiftly placed one ring clad hand over his mouth, but he quickly recovered, and began to sing again in an even louder voice, praying that his former slip wasn’t noticed. ‘Weeeeeeee’re DEVILS and black sheep an’ really bad eggs… drink up me ‘earties yo ho…’

He shouldn’t have bothered, since Devon was too tied up in her own internal rant. What th’ hell does he think? Tha’ I start ta drool whenever I lay me eyes on ‘im? Tha’ I can’t hold meself together when he’s ‘round? God, how vain an’ egocentric can a man be? It be HIM that drools over ME! If I gave him th’ go sign he’d be in me knickers b’fore I’d even finish me damned sentence… Egotistical bastard. She climbed the rigging again and pulled some of the ropes tighter, which truth be told was a damn hard thing to do by one’s self, since these tasks were usually done by at least two men, so it could be done faster and more efficiently, but Devon didn’t protest. Jack’s comment was out of line and positively degrading. I’ll show th’ slimy bastard! Can’t do it by meself ‘cause I wanted ta stay an’ look at him… my fuckin’ foot! Perverted swine. Even if it takes me a bloody hour an’ I get meself some more blisters in th’ process, I WILL adjust his bloody mainsail, an’ I’ll do it perfectly! Then she passed over to the other side and loosened a few other ropes, her muscles flexing every which way, and a veil of sweat covered her brow. The wind caught the sail at the perfect angle, just as it should and Dee felt the ship surge onward. Content, she hooked her left leg through the rigging and began munching on the red apple she had found in the galley earlier.

‘Oy, Duville, where’d ye get tha’ apple?’ she heard Jack shout from beneath her.

‘Galley ye dork, where else? Or did ya see an apple tree growin’ ‘ere somewhere?’ she said while took another large bite from her apple.

‘I’d fancy one too, go grab me one.’

Devon rolled her eyes, took another large bite from the juicy apple, and then narrowed her eyes as a sly grin started to form on her lips. She looked down at the apple and her grin widened as she got another of her brilliant ideas.

‘Ye sure ye be wantin’ one, Sparrow?’ she asked pseudo-innocently, batting her long, thick eyelashes.

‘Aye. I ‘appen ta love apples, tart,’ he bellowed back to her.

‘Then ‘ere ye go Capt’n. One apple… comin’ up!’

Devon swung her right hand back and tossed the half eaten apple in his direction. Before he realised what she had done, it hit his bandana with perfect accuracy and Devon almost fell out of the rigging from to her laughter. Tha’ face o’ his, o’ tha’ sight be worth more than a bottle o’ rum! More than a whole barrel even!

Jack fumed. His whole body trembled as he clutched one hand around the spokes of the wheel and wiped his face clean with the other.

‘You! You fuckin’ witch! Get down ‘ere – now!’ Jack barked. He was clutching the wheel so tight that his knuckles were rapidly turning white. When she didn’t seem to move fast enough, he swung the wheel about, causing Devon to loose her hold in the rigging. Yet she somehow managed to grab one of the ropes in the web she was on just prior to Jack’s dangerous turn, so she just dangled there upside down;her foot still caught in the ropes.

‘Now ye jus’ list’n ta me ye nuisance. First, I be the Capt’n on this ‘ere ship, so ye’ll treat me with the proper respect, damnit! Secondly, if I hadn’t given ye me word and if I weren’t a man of me word I’d toss ye overboard so fast ye wouldn’t know what hit ye.’

Devon just flashed him one of her sparkling smiles and blew him a kiss, while she hooked her foot properly in the net again and swung her body around so that she was upright in the rigging once more.

‘Toss me overboard, eh? Hmmmm, seems tha’ ye can’t resist me when I’m wet… I knew it!’

As Jack shook his head, Devon could hear his trinkets clashing, and knew she had successfully gotten him annoyed again.

‘Oy Duville? Yer dog just fell over an’ there be foam on its mouth… is tha’ normal?’

Before Devon could think twice, she jumped down from the rigging and rushed over towards Jack.

When she got there she found Bullet perfectly fine, wagging its tiny tail at her, and she knew Jack had just given her a taste of her own medicine.

‘Don’t ever do tha’ ta me ‘gain!’ she raged as she took another step closer to him, ‘Lest o’course yer tired o’ livin’ yer pathetic life! Cause on pain of death I swear I’ll –’

Jack’s mouth swallowed the words that were about to launch from her mouth as he silenced her with his determined kiss.

Devon struggled for a moment, but when Jack deepened the kiss, his tongue ravaging her mouth, she couldn’t help herself. She threw her arms around his neck and returned the favour. Jack broke the zealous kiss as unexpectedly as he had started it. After only a few moments in her embrace he felt all his blood rushing towards his groin, and that frightened him. He backed away from her and turned towards the wheel to hide his traitorous manhood, then cleared his throat. ‘Don’t know wha’ came over me. Ever so sorry,’ he spoke even though his voice was hoarse.

‘Same here…’ Devon answered flatly, eyes closed to hide the randy glint inside of them. And despite that fact, and that Jack’s back was facing her, she knew he saw it anyway.

‘Tell me somethin’, putain, how’d ye do it?’

An incubus smile started to form on her full lips, ‘Ye mean turn ye on like tha’? And don’t tell me yer not turned on, ‘cause I felt it Jack. Ye may be hung like a horse, but act like a bleedin’ donkey. Took me years o’ hard work an’ labour ta get tha’ good, me dear Capt’n.’

He turned around, gloating, ‘Did ye jus’ pay me a compliment, tart?’

‘Can’t recall, pisser, I say a lot o’ things….’

He pressed his body against hers again, not caring if she felt the evidence or not. ‘Ye said – an’ I quote – “Ye may be hung like a horse…”’

Devon smiled and shrugged her shoulders, ‘I’m a pirate Jack, I tend ta lie ta get what I want…’ and with that she called Bullet and strolled over to the stern, and grinned impishly as she left Jack behind on his favourite spot of the ship… wanton and waiting.

To be continued…