She smirked at the Commodore, "Nice wig." Turning towards her father she lifted her head, "Whadda ya want Pa?"
Norrington raised an eyebrow, appalled at her behavior. Unkempt appearance on the docks and obvious disrespect to her father was one thing, but making fun of a member of the Royal Navy's appearance was quite another.
"Just wanted to introduce ya to these two upstandin' gents from good ol'…" Doyle stopped, "where yous from anyhow?"
"We are members of the British Royal Navy, Mr. Doyle," Norrington replied with an air of snootiness, "but we make port in the Caribbean."
"Ohhhh," Doyle replied impressed. "Well anyhow's dis me daughter, Hannah Doyle. Hannah, dis be Commie Norrington and Lieutenant Willy or something…"
"It's Commodore And this is Lieutenant Wilson," Norrington said tightly.
"Heehee Father, he has a funny accent," Hannah whispered loudly to her father who chuckled back. She looked at the two members of the Royal Navy and fought back another laugh. Their uniforms were so gaudy looking. Navy blue and white fabric outlined with gold trim adorned their coats. That was okay. The obtrusive hats and bright white wig on the one gent however, was just a bit too much. However, despite the wig, the taller one had an air about him. Something powerful stormed in his bright green eyes.
"It's nice to meet your—" Norrington began.
"So what's the Caribbean like?" Hannah interrupted. "Do you see a lot of pirates? Have you gotten any treasure? Do they really make you walk the plank and all that?" She asked excitedly.
Norrington's brows furrowed. Who was this infernal woman? Interrupting, asking him all of these questions. About pirates no less.
Lieutenant Wilson opened his mouth, "Well actually this one we were chasing got away, Jack Spa—" he gasped as Norrington elbowed him sharply in the side.
"Jack…Jack Sparrow? Really?? The famous Capt. Jack Sparrow?" Hannah's eyes lit up like fireworks. "You didn't catch him eh?"
"We let him go to be more precise." Norrington said not really wanting to get into it. "We could have easily had him hanged by his pirate ears but we had other…things…to well…to take care of at the time," he said unsure of himself. Why was this Hannah girl getting under his skin so much. He had never met someone like her. He had to get away before he felt the need to brandish his sword on her. "Well we really must be going now back to the ship."
"Ooo! Can I come see? I'd love to see what it—"
"NO." The Commodore said firmly and a flash of hurt crossed Hannah's face. He withdrew slightly, "Well we really just don't have the time to show you around."
"But you said we would spend a relaxing day tomorrow in Jamestown," Lt. Wilson protested looking like a sad child who'd been denied his dessert.
"I LIED." The Commodore tipped his hat at Hannah and her father. "If you'll excuse us. Mr. Doyle, we will be setting sail first thing in the morning."
Mr. Doyle nodded slightly confused while Norrington dragged away his big-mouthed Lieutenant.