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godgirl9: Anamaria is the kickass female pirate from the movie. Part of Jack's crew on the 'pearl'. Remember?
Be the light from
my window
Be the time at my table
Be my hangover girl
Be my hangover girl
Be my hangover girl
Be my hangover girl
-Gomez
"Miss Turner? Mi- Captain Turner?"
Doll whimpered and curled up a bit tighter, trying to force her stomach to stay where it was.
"Tastes better with the fourth glass," she muttered.
"What?"
She squinted up at the voice and saw Rolf's honest, puzzled face. "Lijah said that. I think she lied," she added solemnly. "Where is she?" Rolf pointed, and Doll carefully turned her head in that direction. In the bunk next to her, Lijah was sound asleep and reeking of… no, wait, they both reeked.
Vague memories flashed in front of her eyes. The rum bottle that had appeared from Lijah's skirt. Hiding it from Rolf every time he checked in on them. Walking around the deck and being introduced to people. She couldn't remember a single name.
"Lijah?" she said groggily.
"Bggroff," a muffled voice replied.
A water bottle dropped onto the bunk next to Doll. She looked at it and then at Rolf, who winked and smiled sympathetically.
"My dad's invention," he said. "Tastes like crap, but at least you'll be presentable when your fathers come over."
With that Delila sat bolt upright. "They're coming here NO-owwww… What happened…?" Doll had already opened the bottle, willing to take anything that might help against the headache and nausea and… everything. She took a big sip – and immediately choked on it. Coughing violently she tossed the bottle aside, but didn't hear it fall onto the floor. Strong arms held her through the coughing fit, until she rested limply against Rolf. But oddly enough, her stomach felt a bit calmer now. She saw Lijah sniff it and take a few, suspicious sips without choking much.
"Daddy's going to be so angry," Doll whined, even if she wasn't really sure why. She looked pleadingly at Rolf with big, brown puppy-eyes. "You won't tell? Please don't tell!"
Delila took a big gulp out of the water-bottle. It tasted awful, but she didn't mind. She'd had to stomach old Rolf senior's remedies before. Well, didn't mind much, anyway. She grimaced, and looked over at Doll, who was hanging like a limp, well, rag-doll, in Rolf's arms. He had that effect on girls, but usually they didn't look like they were ready to puke their guts out. Delila tried laughing, but winced when she felt the impact on her head. She probably looked just as bad as Doll, if not worse. She tried to recall what had happened the previous night, but after the first few glasses things had gotten really blurry. She could vaguely remember a conversation concerning the moon, how pretty and shiny it was, and how they really liked it. But maybe not quite as much as cheese. There probably had been lot of singing too. Her brow furrowed in confusion. And it seemed she had started to confess something to Doll, something she shouldn't have mentioned… Delila groaned, head in hands, trying to remember just how much she'd said, but it was pretty much all black. Her only hope was that Doll didn't remember anything either. She looked up at her still entwined friends; Doll looked ready to cry for some reason.
Making an effort to pull herself together she swung her legs over the bunk." Well, if we're getting visitors you better get us some water so we can freshen up. And lots of water to drink." Anamaria always made Jack drink plenty of water after he'd been trough one of his drinking-binges. "Oh, and you better make it cold. Icy cold."
Eventually the girls managed to freshen up and got onto the deck just as the Pearl moved up. Jack and Will crossed over; Will a bit unsteadily, but he didn't seem embarrassed when Jack steadied him. Quite the opposite, he laughed a bit at his own helplessness and finally got onto Freedom's deck. Doll marvelled at the change her father had gone through just in a couple of days. Behind them, Anamaria climbed over easily, rolling her eyes a bit at the men.
They both looked annoyingly cheerful and upbeat too. Doll plastered a bright smile on her face and ignored the faint nausea that still went in waves through her body.
"Morning, captains," Jack greeted them, and received vague nods and stiff grins in return. Someone had obviously not slept well, he thought. "We have plans to make. Rolf! Get us some breakfast, and quick."
Soon they were settled around the desk in the captain's cabin, and Jack was explaining the plan to Doll and Lijah.
"So Anamaria takes the Pearl," Jack said, a slight hesitance in his voice. He didn't like losing sight of his ship for a long time, but changing the cargo over to Freedom would take too much time. "She delivers the goods to our, um, business partner." He looked shiftily around; he really seemed unable to look inconspicuous, even when he had nothing to hide.
"And we take Freedom and…?" Lijah said.
"Go adventuring," Jack said deadpan. Anamaria gave him a suspicious glare.
"If I hear ye've been going after some secret loot I'll hang ye from the mast by the family jewels. By a rusty nail. Just sayin'."
Jack clutched his hands over his heart, looking genuinely hurt. "Ana, Ana, Ana! If there is anyone I would share a horrible, cursed treasure with it would be you!"
The woman just scoffed. "We need to get going. Yer "business partner" might be a mite restless by now."
Delila laughed, looking at how uncomfortable Ana's suggestion made her father. There were precious few people in the world who could make the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow squirm. The effects of last night were pretty much gone by now, all she could feel was a faint throbbing in the back of her head. She noticed that Doll seemed to still cling to Rolf, not quite willing to let the man go. She couldn't blame her, although she felt a twinge of jealousy. But it was okay, now that she finally had found a friend, she wouldn't mind sharing.
But there was someone else who minded the attention Rolf was paying the Turner flower. She gazed at her father, narrowing her eyes. Yes, he definitely looked sour. A faint smiled hovered on her face. Jack Sparrow was not used to being overlooked by the ladies. And now it seemed he had turned his eyes on a little doll. Well, there was no other way; Delila was just going to have to defend her against the big bad pirate. She sighed. This was going to be one rough trip.
She stole a quick glance at Will, who was chatting amiably with Rolf, obviously unaware of the drama taking place around him. He looked so handsome, wearing her father's clothes. Almost like a real pirate. Well, a gentleman pirate maybe. She felt herself redden. The headache was coming back with a vengeance. She massaged her aching scalp. A very long trip indeed.