Kindred Spirits

Chapter 6

The Legend

After she left the tavern, Devon strolled through the narrow streets of Tortuga and headed towards the docks. She walked with her head held high, as always. Bullet walked with its head hung low, for he was sniffing almost every single cobblestone. ‘Smellin’ th’ poodles already are ye?’ she wondered with a grin.

Oh, Tortuga... She absolutely loved this place. Here she could be her wicked little self without insulting too many people. She loved the men out here, for she knew they were all here for the same reason she was: to drink, to spend and to get dirty.

But what she found was not what she expected or remembered of this place. The men she had seen so far weren't her type. The one with those gorgeous kohl-rimmed eyes could very well be her type, but after he opened his mouth and came out with that stupid-as-shit pickup line, and she felt the initial fire between them extinguish on the spot. All of that aside, he still had the sexiest eyes she had ever seen in all of her twenty-eight years on this planet.

She could vaguely hear the whores calling out for new customers and ones that were in the midst of satisfying their present customers. It was amusing because normally those sounds aroused Devon, but for some reason hearing the moaning and screaming did not appeal to her this night.

‘Ye know what Bullet? We’re goin’ home ta The Hazard, ye an’ I, an’ we’re gonna ‘ave a nice long beauty sleep. Ye seems ta get more wrinkles every day, an’ since I haven’t looked in a mirror lately, God only knows what I be lookin’ like.

‘But, lemme tell ye, if me face looks th’ way I feel, then I can be damn sure th’ idiot back in th’ Treasure Chest was either really an imbecile or ‘e was high on somethin’,’ she said softly while she stroked her beloved dog.

When Bullet looked up to his mistress, it almost seemed like he winked at her.

Oh God iffen I be thinkin’ like this, p’haps I may be th’ one that’s high on somethin’... need ta get jus’ a lil’ sip o’ rum. Now where did I put th’ darn flask? Her throat was already somewhat sore from the liquor that she had earlier in the night, but she needed just a bit more.

‘Well if it isn't Devon Duville herself!’ a gleeful voice shouted from behind her.

Turning swiftly on her heel she locked eyes with the man that shouted to her.

He was a handsome man, with curly blonde hair that was cut shoulder-length. He had light blue eyes and a manly chin. His sideburns were long and he wore golden earrings. The face looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't quite recall when she had met him before.

‘In th’ flesh! How ‘ave ye been ehrm...ehrm...’ Hmmm … I truly can’t remember th’ lad’s name, that ought to deflate his ego a bit…

‘It’s Remmington, Alec Remmington. You can't honestly say you don't remember my name? Not after what...’

That’s all she needed to hear to remember why he remembered her and she couldn’t place him. So she cut him off instantly, sparing him, and herself, the explanation he was about to give. ‘I didn’t say tha’ I didn't know yer name, it was jus’ tha’ I was totally overwhelmed by yer looks tha’ I forgot all ‘bout it! ‘Sides tha’, I haven't once in me life claimed ta be honest either, luv.’

Nice save there Devon. She smirked, looking him boldly in the eye.

‘What brings you here?’

She looked at him raising an eyebrow, ‘Duh? Ever heard o’ a ship?’

He rolled his eyes. ‘That’s not what I meant, dear. I mean what is a woman like you doing all by herself wandering the streets o’ Tortuga, without any male protection?’

‘I be enjoyin’ th’ scenery, luv. An’ I ain’t alone, I ‘ave Bullet ta keep me company, nor do I any need male protection ‘cause I be perfectly capable o’ protectin’ meself. Maybe it’s th’ males tha’ need protection from lil’ ol’ me? Ever think o’ tha’?’ she stated with a smirk.

He found her even more attractive when she acted this way. She was a woman of the world. She seemed unattainable at first, but the first and last time he had seen her, he somehow got through her barricade and she had spent the night with him.

Of course, by the morning, she was no where to be found. Naturally that had left him with somewhat of a bruised ego, but now she was here again and he was sure that he could get her in bed again.

Alec wrapped his arm around Devon’s waist and tried to steer her in the direction of the tavern on the right. It was the ‘The Treasure Chest.’

‘I think we should drink to us, catch up on some things, what say ye?’ he said with a husky voice, while he ran his fingers over her face.

‘Get yer hands off me I be perfectly capable o’ walkin’ by me onesies, savvy?’ Devon hissed. She hated when men she had slept with before automatically assumed that they could have her again.

After she realized she may have been a little too harsh, she hastened to add, ‘All right, jus’ buy me tha’ drink an’ don't touch me until I tell ye tha’ ye can,’ she said as she strode past him and entered ‘The Faithful Bride.’ Bullet stayed close to her, as always, and Alec followed them in with a slight frown on his face. ‘I thought we would go to the ‘Chest.’’

He knew his mates were in there and he wanted to show her off. Devon was a very attractive woman and when he had told them he had bedded her before they were impressed to say the least, the ones that believed him that is. If he could’ve brought her in and then left with her again they’d surely be impressed. Even though the first time he had been with her, it had been her that had the lead. She had practically dragged him out of the tavern and had been in control all night. Naturally that little fact was never part of the story he told his friends.

‘Been there, done tha’, wasn't all it was cracked up ta be. Rum!’

‘Rum?’

‘Aye, RUM! Ye said ye’d buy little ol' me a drink, remember?’

Devon let herself fall in a chair, and propped her feet on the table.

‘And rum it will be,’ Alec said as he waved his hand, calling a wench over to their table.

Alec sat himself down across the table from her, and took some time to study her face. She was still as stunning as when he had first met her. Her skin had gotten a little darker and her hair was a little longer, but she was still the same woman. She even had those leather straps in her braids like she did last time he saw her. But there was something different about her. He couldn't exactly tell what it was, but there was something different.

‘What are ye looking at?’

Looking into her eyes, he realised it. ‘Yer eyes, the kohl makes them even more alluring.’

Oh great, now ‘e's gonna give me tha’ crap 'bout me eyes again. Like I haven't heard tha’ one a thousand times b’fore.

‘Thanks, I be quite happy with ‘em. After all, without ‘em I couldn't see a darn thing,’ she said slightly yawning. God, I really am tired.

‘See ye haven't lost yer sarcasm, Devon. Ye are aware that it is not proper fer a lady to have a tongue as sharp as yers and be that witty,’

‘I see no lady ‘ere, mate. I be me an’ this is who I am. After all, I am Devon Duville, th’ most beautiful, sexy, allurin’, devilishly gorgeous an’ fearsome pirate ta sail th’ seven seas.’ Devon grinned devilishly.

‘Tha’ an’ I prob'ly was th’ best lay ye e’er ‘ad,’ she added matter-of-factly.

Alec rolled his eyes. Nope, with the exception of the kohl she hadn't changed one bit.

After they had talked for little over an hour, and Devon was slowly falling asleep from sheer boredom. God, why did I e’er sleep with ‘im? ‘E’s a nightmare when ye actually speak ta ‘im… Hmmm… It prob’ly helps tha’ I never really talked to th’ man last time. She grinned at the thought. She didn’t really care about the quality of the company honestly, if the rum was free, she could act as if he was the most entertaining company she had ever had.

She batted her eyelashes, and lured him into the dangerous deep blue abyss of her eyes. He was grinning like a child in a candy store.

Oh, I'm such a good actress. She said to herself.

When she gave him the impression that she would spend the night with him, it made it even more fun to turn him down later. It was a cruel thing to do, very unladylike, but very Devon. That's exactly why she was a pirate, if she were to be sweet, that would make her weak. She had to be cruel. It was her way of life. It was the only way she could stay in charge. That and she had a reputation to keep up.

About half an hour later, she just couldn't stand the handsome man anymore. He was almost drooling over her, staring into her cleavage and not even trying to be discreet about it. But it was only when she saw some saliva drip on the table that she really had enough!

She got up from her chair, walked over to him and pulled him out of his chair.

‘I remember our las’ encounter all too well, dear Alex, Aloc... erm.. Alec,’ she leaned towards him, and pressed her warm lips against his. Before he even knew what hit him she had snaked her tongue down his throat. He grinned into the kiss.

This woman is so easy, no wonder everyone calls her a whore.

Then as he leaned in to deepen the kiss, he yelped quickly, nearly jumping out of his chair.

The darn bitch had bitten his tongue, HARD. He tasted his own blood in his mouth and tears stung his eyes.

Of course she stood there grinning like the devil himself had possessed her...

‘Whatever made ye think I would spend another nigh' wit' ye? Ye stupid blighter. Ye weren't tha’ good th’ last time. An’ I do have certain rules which I live by,’ she hissed. ‘Bet ye can guess one … it’s tha’ I never sleep wit’ th’ same man twice.’

She pressed her body against his, looking him deep in the eyes. She could see him swallow, and she could feel how badly he had wanted her to be his tonight.

‘I be tired. I be goin’ ta bed alone tonight. An’ don't ye even dare think ‘bout followin’ me. I'm not always this sweet.’

He opened his mouth to speak but Devon raised her arm, holding the palm of her hand in front of his face ‘Talk ta th’ hand dear, ‘cause th’ ears stopped list’nin’ hours ago!’

She turned on her heel, her braids whipping around her head in the process, as she made for the door.

‘Bullet, heel!’ she yelled. The dog immediately got up and followed its mistress out of the tavern, leaving a flabbergasted Alec behind.

She shook her head. Tha' proves everyone calling me easy is wrong, she thought to herself.


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Devon took a deep breath, and walked back towards The Hazard. When she reached the docks, she saw a large ship anchored beside The Hazard. It was made of dark wood, so dark that she could barely see it in the moonlight.
It was just a little bigger than the ship that she called her home. She walked closer to get a better look. On the bow of the ship she could just make out the form of a lady that held a small bird in her hands as if she was about to let the bird fly for the first time. It seemed like she forgot her drowsiness as she moved even closer to study the mysterious ship.

‘Who goes there?’ she heard a woman’s voice shout to her from the bow of the ship she gazed at.

I know tha’ voice... granted I tend ta forget names quite often, but those are usually th’ names o’ th’ men tha’ I bed each time we come ta port. But I ne’er forget a voice, an’ can usually see th’ face o’ th’ person in me mind when they speak… Come on… I know I know this woman… Who – Oh shit! It be Ana!

‘Ana? Tha’ be ye?’ she yelled up to the bow of the ship, since that’s where she supposed the voice came from.

‘Aye! Who ye be?’ the woman answered angrily.

‘Tis me, Dee. Devon Duville… Apprentice o’ th’ Devil an' a bloody good pirate, if I do say so meself.’

She heard footsteps run across the deck of the ship, then she saw a head appear over the railing and look down at her.

‘It IS you! Long time no see, spitfire!’

‘Same goes for ye. Yer ship certainly grew bigger since I've last seen it. T’was just a small boat back then! 'Ow old is it now?’ Devon grinned.

‘Ye an’ yer strange sense o’ humour!’ the other woman answered, rolling her eyes in the process. ‘An’ this beauty ain't mine anyways.’

‘What be ‘er name, then?’

The other woman leaned further over the railing.

‘Ye mean ye've never heard o’ ‘er?’

‘Now Ana darling, ‘ow can I tell ye if I’ve ‘eard o’ ‘er, when I don't know th’ ladies name?’ Devon was getting tired of this game already.

Ana Maria scraped her throat, then grinned and answered spared her friend the anguish by letting her know exactly what ship this was. Of course, she couldn’t help but over-pronounce every word, and letting them linger a bit. ‘This, dear friend, is th’ one an’ only, legendary Black Pearl….’