Kindred Spirits

Disclaimer: Still don't own POTC. But I do own my wicked little mind. (Read results below).

And remember, to steal ideas fro one person is plagiarism; to steal from many is research! (Saw that one surfin' the net researching, and I must say, it sounded good!)


Chapter 4

The Treasure Chest Holds Many Surprises


Many of the crew of "The Hazard” could be found in a tavern called "The Treasure Chest" after they had docked at Tortuga. And while the men talked to each other, Devon noticed that she was became bored with all the heroic tales being told around her, for she knew if you believed even half of them that still would be too much. So she decided to have a little fun of her own...

‘Oy, ye slut!’ Devon yelled more loudly than necessary after one of the strumpets in the tavern.

‘Tha’ be th’ pot callin’ th’ kettle black, now ain’t it, Duville?’ the girl hissed.

‘I be no whore, deary, ye get paid fer yer services, I get satisfied from th’ services I deliver an’ receive. There be quite a difference in them professions.’

‘At least I get paid,’ the girl sneered.

‘At least I don't sell meself ta all an’ sundry…’

‘But ye sleep with 'em, ye do.’

‘Oh ye wound me, dearest. But ye see, th’ real difference be tha’ I happen ta hand-pick th’ lucky blighters meself!’

‘Oh, yer so full of yerself.’

‘Yup, while ye, on th’ other hand, are just full o’ everyone else!’ Devon grinned wickedly.

With that said she turned on her heel and plopped down in a chair. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder. Damn, should've seen tha’ comin’.

‘Dee, why do ye always do this when we dock here?’

Jameson shook his head at the raven haired woman. He knew that harassing wenches was one of her favourite pastimes.

‘Don’t know mate, just seems fun I suppose. But now tha’ ye've ruined me fun ye can buy me a rum. On second thought, make tha’ a double!’ She grinned when Jameson called a wench and ordered another bottle of rum for them.

Devon started blabbering once the wench returned with the rum. ‘Such a shame really when th’ only thin’ I wanted from her was ta tell me where I can get me some new undergarments. Walkin’ ‘round without me knickers is convenient some times, ‘specially when we dock, but I don't tend ta make tha’ a habit….’

Jameson looked over to Shredder, both of them eager to ask the same question, but neither of them wanted to be the one to ask it.

Alas, before either one of them could pop the question, Captain Drake pulled out a chair and sat down next to Devon.


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Drake’s P.O.V.

‘Drake, how nice o’ ye ta join us. This mean yer buyin’?’

The Captain shook his head, this woman is impossible...

He watched as she scanned the inhabitants of the tavern… Probably pickin’ out her next victim, as it were… But he stopped that train of thought as he placed his hand on her cheek and turned her head towards him.

‘Now tell me Dee, don’t ye ever get tired o’ this game? Don’t ye ever want ta start whole new life? Settle down, get married, have children. Yer not tha’ young anymore, Dee… Time could outrun ye one o’ these days.’ This was the first time Drake could recall actually trying to have a serious discussion with the woman.

‘Bleedin’ hell Drake! I be a pirate fer Hell's sake, not some Mary-Sue! I live fer action, love ta fight an’ I don’t think I could e’er be content with one man! An’ don't ye worry ‘bout little ol’ Dee becomin’ an old maid, for ye all know tha’ I’m no maiden an’ really not tha’ old either, thanks very much. Ye’ve known me fer years… So why ask questions tha’ ye know th’ answer to anyways?’ she queried as she got a gleam in her eyes that was not particularly nice or innocent.

‘Someday you’ll find a man tha’ ye don't want ta let go o’ Dee. Ye know that’s bound ta happen someday. Wouldn’t ye like ta have a child one day?’ Drake continued.

‘Oh, I like children an’ all, Drake, but I'm not quite sure I could eat a whole one by me onesies,’ she said smirking. ‘‘Specially not t'day, so I'll have ta pass on tha’ one," she said sarcastically. Distraction is th’ best way ta turn any conversation ‘round, she thought.

‘‘Sides, ye seem ta forget tha’ I was engaged once. So I've been there, done that, an’ thankfully have forgotten ‘bout most o’ it. I suffered from temporary insanity back then an’ now I only regret tha’ I didn't kill th’ bastard sooner,’ she gulped the rum down and made a face.

‘What did he do that got ye so angry, if I can be so bold as ta ask,’ Drake couldn't believe how she had opened up like that.

‘None o’ yer damn business, with all due respect sir. Th’ past is th’ past, an’ there be no need ta be dig up th’ dead.’

Shredder and Jameson shared a look again. This woman was lethal, that they knew. She had killed in the many fights they had gotten in and she had killed in the past, even before she turned pirate, but they couldn't believe that she had just admitted that she had actually been engaged once. Lord have mercy on the poor lad.

Devon sighed. ‘Nostalgia just ain't what it used ta be, is it gents?’ She stroked Bullet behind his ears gently.

All men at the table looked at her, puzzled looks on their tanned faces. How could a woman like her be so gentle to a dog? Yes, there was most definitely more ta this woman than met the eye.

The Captain had stopped his questions. Glad that he could rest assured, knowing that he wouldn’t be loosing his capable lady pirate to another. He didn’t want her to become a proper lady, if she could have ever been called proper that is.

They talked, drank, played cards and had a jolly good time, but Drake noticed that Devon wasn’t really with them that night.


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Devon’s P.O.V.

Devon’s blue eyes scanned the bar, looking for other entertainment, since she wasn’t too thrilled with her present company. Her eyes locked with an eccentric looking man. His hair was dark, part of it braided and part in dreads, and he had beads strung in them as well. Odd, she thought, an’ I thought tha’ I was th’ only one with a weird hair fetish. This man never took his gaze off her, and she never took her eyes from him either. His eyes were rimmed with kohl just like hers, and she found herself surprised again by this man that she had seen for all of a few minutes. Ne’er seen a man tha’ wore make-up who looked this sexy. She was entranced by the eyes of this man, never before had she seen such eyes. She felt as though she could drown in them.


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Jack’s P.O.V.

Jack sat in his chair in the back of the dim lit tavern. There had been a few wenches attempting to claim his attention, but he had kindly turned them down for now. He couldn't decide whether to spend his night with the red-haired Scarlet, the blonde Sue-Ellen or the dark-haired one that hadn't formally introduced herself... Running through the possibilities in his mind, he called for a wench to get him a few mugs of rum.

Gibbs had kept him company while the other members of his crew either reaped the benefits of a horizontal position already, or were in the process of getting drunk to the bone. He couldn't care less, as long as he was having his rum and women were surrounding him, he was a happy camper.

When Gibbs took a swig of his rum and adjusted his chair a little more to the right, Jack caught sight of a most intriguing woman. His chocolate brown eyes were just sucked into her kohl rimmed blue ones. He grinned when he saw her hair, he liked a woman with unusual hairdos, much like his own.

He just couldn't keep his eyes off her. She looked built for hard labour, and he could tell that she used it to her advantage, judging by her muscular figure, yet she still had divine womanly curves. He couldn't help but gazing down her cleavage. Hell, if a woman wears leather and lets her breast show like that, then she is probably used to having men gaze down at them. Seeing how that made perfectly good sense, he grinned.

He had his trademark grin all over his face, as he got sucked deeper and deeper into those blue eyes, until Gibbs snapped him back into reality that is.

‘Capt'n, where we be headin’ next?’

‘Huh?’

‘Where we be headin’ next?’

‘Haven’t quite decided tha’ yet, Gibbs, but I know where I be headed next...’ and he got up swiftly, slightly swaying and taking long strides towards the source of his attention at the moment.


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Devon’s P.O.V.

Devon had diverted her attention from the man in the corner for the moment and stroked Bullet. She looked out of the corner of her eye towards the mystery man, but he was gone. The only man who sat at the table now was the older one with the funny hamster beard.

‘Ahem,’ she heard behind her. She looked up from her dog, and found herself face-to-face with the mystery man himself.

‘‘Ello luv, now tell me, do ya believe in love at first sight, or do I have ta walk by ‘gain?’ he said with a smirk on his face.

Now, tha’ had ta be th’ biggest turnoff I e’er heard. It seemed that her instincts were wrong and that this man was not as intriguing as she first thought. Must have been th’ stupidest pickup line I’ve e’er heard... an’ I’ve heard some really winners b’fore….

I suppose this be a good example o’ how light travels faster than sound, she thought. That must be why some people appear bright and sexy until ye hear them speak. His voice sure is sexy though... Deep, a bit raw and melodic... while his words slightly slur together.

‘Ye’ve just proven a fact, dear,’ she said while she studied his tanned face.

‘What’s that luv? That love at first sight does exist? I knew it! No woman can resist me charms.’

‘Not quite, deary, ye’ve proven ta me tha’ there really is one more imbecile ta walk th’ face o’ this planet than I counted on.’

‘How's that? I don't think I fully understand ye luv.’

‘Need more proof, luv?’ she teased, rolling her eyes at him. How could a man that looks so hot be this stupid?

‘Listen, maybe these strumpets fall fer yer stupid lines, but not Devon Duville, alright? And now if ye’ll excuse me I have places ta be, people ta threaten, an’ things ta steel, you know ... th’ usual business,’ she said while she put Bullet’s leash on.

‘Does that mean yer a pirate luv?’

‘No, I be a ballerina. What does it look like I am! My god ye really are tha’ stupid!’

She took a last large swig from her rum, giving the men she was sitting with a hand-blown kiss, and shoved him aside while she strolled towards the bar. She tossed a few shillings on the bar, nodded to the bartender and made her way to the door.


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Jack’s P.O.V.

‘Duville!’ the stupid mystery man shouted. She stopped in her pace, turned around, spread her legs a bit, placed hands on her hips and tilted her head slightly.

‘Aye?’

‘Yer not THE Devon Duville I've heard rumors ‘bout, are ye?’

‘Unless ye heard anythin’ ‘bout me havin’ a saintly nature, then yes tha’ would be me,’ she shot back, her trademark grin gracing her beautiful face, her eyes flaming.

The mystery man now had a huge – almost demonic – grin on his face. Oh I have heard many stories told by many men ‘bout a woman named Devon Duville. These stories told of how she was Satan’s Apprentice, and how she had left many men completely satisfied in an empty bed after she had her way with them. At least one story in almost every port that I bring me beloved Pearl to, now that’s a reputation that nearly matches me own. An’ now I be standin’ face ta face with this illustrious woman. Hmmm… Perhaps I should do a little research an’ see if these stories be th’ truth or if they be stories like me infamous “seaturtle” one.

‘Well luv, I never even got ta tell ye me name,’ he said as he walked over to her and stood in front of her, mimicking her pose.

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Devon's P.O.V.


Her eyebrows rose slightly, then she swiftly turned around, her braids whipping around her head, and called over her shoulder back to the man as she walked away, ‘Tha’ would be because I ne’er asked.’

With that said, she kicked open the door and breathed in the moist, salty, filthy air of Tortuga. There would be no men for her tonight, and that was just fine. Even a girl like Devon needed her beauty sleep.