Kindred Spirits

Disclaimer: Nothing has changed, still don't own POTC. But Devon Duville belongs to me! Although she probably will never admit that. She is her own person.

Chapter 7

Five hundred and nine Black Sheep

‘Th’ Black Pearl? Th’ legendary ship tha’ be crewed by th’ damned an’ captained by a man so evil Hell itself spat ‘im back out?’ Devon queried as her eyes widened along with her grin.

‘Yes, Dee, ye've hit th’ nail right on th’ knob.’

‘Always wanted ta meet th’ man, seems like ‘e an’ I are carved from th’ same wood…’ Devon mused out-loud.

Her mind was racing. All th’ stories I ‘eard ‘bout ‘im were from th’ whores an’ th’ lovers tha’ ‘e ‘ad left behind. Jus’ from them I can tell tha’ this man works jus’ like I do. We both leave ‘em at night an’ then they’re yearnin’ in th’ mornin’.

‘Course I know from personal experience tha’ sharin’ th’ night wit’ someone is all too easy, but sharin’ them mornin’ routines… tha’ was hard an’ damned tricky. I never stay until sunrise an’ neither does Jack Sparrow, or so it was told... Meetin’ ‘im could be rather interesting. Yes, it could be very interesting indeed.

‘Well, get yer arse on board then! Capt'n never complains when women are eager ta meet him. Has quite th’ reputation, he does. Come ta think of it, his reputation is similar ta yers. I've heard th’ tales ‘bout ye in almost every port tha’ we dock at,’ Ana Maria shouted back.

Devon gloated to herself. It seems that her reputation did precede her.

‘Unfortunately I'll have ta pass fer t’night. I be shot ta Hell, Ana. Unless yer settin’ sail in th’ mornin’ … then I'll put me gettin’ some shut-eye on hold.’

‘No need fer that, Dee, we’re stayin’ here fer a few more days. Gotta do some repairs an’ get some more supplies. Not ta mention tha’ our Capt'n seems ta like it here fer some strange reason…’ Ana replied and winked at Devon even though she knew Devon couldn't see it.

Devon grinned. Aye, Ana I’ve heard quite a few stories ‘bout yer Cap’n tha’ I could wager why ‘e wants ta stay….

‘I bet ‘e does. I’d best be off, but will see you tomorrow. Meet me in th’ Treasure Chest?’

‘Aye, spitfire, I'll be there, we've got quite a bit ta catch up on. What ship are ye on by th’ way?’

‘I be a part o’ th’ crew o’ Th’ Hazard, captained by Isaac Drake. Our ship is anchored next ta yer lovely Pearl. Gotta go now, sweet dreams, Ana Maria!’

‘G'night Dee.’

Devon waved her hands in the air wildly to say goodbye to her friend, then walked with Bulled back to The Hazard.

She got undressed quickly and jumped into her so-called bed. She soon found that she just couldn't help thinking about Jack Sparrow, the infamous Captain of the Black Pearl.

‘E be as legendary as ‘is ship an’ from th’ stories I’ve heard ‘bout ‘im, ‘e seems ta be quite th’ womanizer. Hmmm … wouldn’t it be fun ta beat ‘im at ‘is own game? I could lure ‘im in an’ then ‘ave me wicked way with ‘im. Not a bad idea really. ‘Sides, I need ta find out if th’ stories I keep hearin’ ‘bout ‘im are true. Now I know tha’ I be damned good… but ‘is reputation needs ta be verified by a knowledgeable woman, not jus’ th’ local whores….

She let her thoughts wander as she rolled herself in the blankets and closed her eyes. She waited for sleep to claim her. But it didn't. She rolled over to her other side, and sighed when she realised that this wasn’t exactly comfortable. Ta Hell wit’ it! If it gets me ta sleep I don’t give a damn! She closed her eyes again and tried to sleep.

Nothing.

How it is possible that she could be this tired and not be able to fall asleep? She adjusted her pillow, and fell back onto it. She closed her eyes once more.

Still nothing...

This was really starting to get frustrating, seeing how tired she really was. She rolled over again, and attempted to get some sleep.

Then Bullet snored loudly. Damn ta th’ blazes, Bullet is fast asleep an’ is makin’ damn sure tha’ I hear it! God, I could’ve sworn tha’ Bullet ‘ad ne’er snored this loudly before….

She sighed and took the pillow from under her head and pushed it in her face. She closed her eyes once again.

Nothing!

She was still awake! ‘Ow is this possible! I be more tired than I’ve ever been in me life, yet I can’t seem ta get any shut-eye…. Bloody ridiculous.

Maybe I shouldn't ‘ave drank tha’ much. Tha’ damned rum makes me so sleepy after only havin’ consumed jus’ a lil’ too much, but then I can never get ta sleep as fast as I normally can. Damn th’ bloody rum. Damn th’ bitter-sweet, temptin’ liquor fer even existin’. Damn meself fer lovin’ it so much. Damn Heaven an’ Hell fer not lettin’ me get me well-deserved sleep.

Bullet snored louder than even the pillow could deaden. Now she was really getting pissed, she was BEAT and she needed her sleep. Now why wouldn't the sweet dreams claim her like always? Couldn’t they just take her away to places she had never been, and sweep her into sweet, sweet oblivion?

Damn! Maybe I should’ve drank tha’ lil’ extra bit back at th’ tavern… I could’ve ‘ad some ‘ere but me damned flask is bloody empty! Damn it all fer not havin’ an extra stash on th’ ship jus’ in case. Damn th’ rum fer causin’ me this much trouble!

The name of one Jack Sparrow kept lingering in her mind. Maybe that was why she couldn't sleep.

Might as well sing… it could ‘elp… she said to herself. She knew that she wouldn’t wake anyone if she did anyway.

The only soul nearby was Bullet, and he could sleep through cannon fire. P’haps that’s ‘cause ‘is snorin’ is even louder than th’ cannon fire… ‘Sides th’ only crewmembers left on Th’ Hazard are on deck, takin’ th’ night watch… Everyone else is out gettin’ entertainment in any way, shape or form.

So she started singing softly and watching the shimmering lights that lit the ceiling and the wooden walls of her bunk. It was the moonlight that reflected off the waves, shining brightly into the dark room and dancing across the wood above her.

It was almost like magic how the lights glistened on the surface. It was just like little sparks from a white/blue fire had made their way to her quarters. It was such a beautiful sight... She loved those lights and she loved he slight swaying of the ship.

Devon sang quietly with her soft and melodic voice, she didn't use that voice very often. She mostly sang shanties, and when she sang those she used her hard voice. But even people like Devon have a softer side, although she hardly ever showed it. She could sing quite well as a matter of fact. The singing rose in volume just the slightest bit, and she could hear her voice lingering in the air...

She kept singing with her eyes closed, just relishing the music and the swaying of the ship, until she opened them again to look at the magical light once more. Devon sung softly, counting sheep. Black sheep.

When she reached the number of 509 she yawned and looked up at the ceiling, and saw that the blue/white lights that had lit her room before were gone and instead there were lights of pink and orange.

Devon cursed the sun, for she knew it had won again.