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Jack's Daughter-Chap2

The footsteps followed me until exhausted and broken I collapsed on the farthest pier, dangling my feet over the gloomy water. I bent my arms across my knees and I looked out, watching a few stars reflecting from the depths.

"Miss Dannica…"

I didn't look up. I had heard him coming after me. I smiled faintly, hearing the hesitation as he called my name. There was a well cultured accent in his voice. He politely sat next to me, shoving aside a coil of rope.

"You only need to call me Dannica," I replied, letting the pirate dialogue slip away from my tongue. I figured the man sitting next to me would be more comfortable, if I spoken like a normal British citizen.

"Very well," he replied. "It is a beautiful evening."

I couldn't help but smirk as I glanced sideways. A lonely lantern hung from a pole illuminating the dock and casting my companion into half-shadow. He seemed a decent man, strong, I guessed he worked in a blacksmith shop. I could hardly tell, but I was guessing that his hair was slightly curled like mine and a deep brown.

"I haven't gotten your name Sir," I replied glancing away. "Or why you chose to run after me."

"It's William-Will- Turner," he replied.

I turned my head. "You're a Turner?" I exclaimed. "Bootstrap's son?"

"So its true then, my father was a Pirate."

I heard the sullen resignation in his voice. I realized he had grown up within the British colonies and had no real knowledge on pirates. To them we were brutes, demoralized, they didn't know half our story.

"He was a good Pirate Will," I responded, resting my hand on his arm. "I knew him, not well, but well enough. He was decent."

Will pulled his arm away. "I always thought I had grown up decent but I now I know my father was a black hearted Pirate!

"You did well!" I protested. "Look at me! I live in Tortuga and Jack…well Jack doesn't even recognize his own daughter." I looked away unhappily. "At least Bootstrap would talk about you Will."

"He would?" Will asked it hesitantly, as if he were unsure if he wanted to know the answer.

"All the time," I smiled, looking out at the Sea. "What are you doing in Tortuga William?"

"I am not in any place to talk about it," he replied uncertainly.

I nodded and glanced toward him again. "Will, I don't know how much you know about Jack Sparrow…" I trailed off, hearing an uneven gait coming towards us. Anger, helplessness swamped me. "I'm not here William." I warned, and swung over the edge of the dock, grappling with the supports.

The Caribbean water was a comfortable cold, one that I could deal with for a long period of time if I was forced to endure it. It didn't help me though, as I clung to the support, half submerged. Panic swelled within me. I didn't know how to swim.

"Will you bloody eunuch! Where's the girl?"

I winced, as the footsteps echoed through the docks and into my ears. I could have sworn my teeth rattled.

"What girl Jack?...The one you call Dannica? She left," Will answered.

"Liar," Jack spat. "She didn't leave this here dock! I woulda saw 'er!"

"Well Jack that's your own fault," Will replied calmly. "You probably wouldn't have seen her leave."

"Bloody all! I 'aven't seen her for nearly ten years! Explain how I should know it was 'er?"

I pressed my head against the wood. The support was slippery, weeds and gentle waves made my hiding spot precarious. I hadn't realized it before and wished I had. The effort to stay afloat was taking more energy then I had thought it would. I was shivering too and knew that my imagination was overreacting, making my body believe the water was colder then it was. Hurry up Will.

"Jack, I can swear to you that your daughter isn't here."

"Let it go Jack."

I mentally banged my head against the dock foundations. Not Gibbs! Anything but him! Now they definitely weren't going to leave anytime soon. My grip slipped again and I barely managed to bite back my gasp of fright.

"I can't be letting it go! She's 'ere!"

I heard him stomp to the edge of the dock and I knew he was peering over. Instantly, I shimmied back, trying to stay hidden.

"She can't swim Jack!" Gibbs reminded him. "She would have to be bloody stupid to go over."

"She's me daughter, o' course she's bloody stupid," Jack muttered.

Will I'm going to strangle you! Get them out of here! I raged silently. I had no desire to face Jack, his pleas, his excuses on why he could not recognize me. I could feel my heart, broken, in pieces, struggling to come to sense with how I could have cried, mourned, and then wept for joy when I learned he was alive.

"Jack!" Will snapped. "Leave it be."

"I ain't leaving it be! Ye know what 'er mother's gonna be saying?" Jack shouted.

I heard a noise behind me, and I tensed turning my head. My heart lodged itself in my throat as I watched a ship cruise into the dock, parting water like a knife. Waves crashed towards me.

The first hit me in the face, panicked I clutched to the wood, digging my nails in. I spluttered, but it went unheard. The noise of water crashing against the docks was louder. The second wave tore me from my unstable position.

Water swamped me, dragging me under. I managed a scream before I was breathing in water. I tried to kick, to manage a futile swim, but my dress dragged me under, twisting around my legs.

I could see the dock above me; hear the roar of the waves. I stopped struggling. It was an odd thing. I choked, trying to breathe, but I felt at peace. I surely couldn't be drowning? I felt so calm. I realized I was floating down, but didn't try to stop.

There was a shadow beside me. Was it moving? I couldn't tell, my eyes, they were getting heavy. Who would have though it possible to notice such a thing?

I was rising, I felt confusion. How could I be going up? I was drowning, sinking to the bottom, to rest forever.

"Breathe you bloody whore!"

I couldn't help but choke on the water lodged in my lungs. I felt solid wood under my back, wind across my face. How was it possible? I had just drowned. I had felt the crushing weight of the sea on my chest.

Someone was helping me sit up, pounding me on the back, screaming in my ear. I was still dazed, unsure if I was stuck in some in-between. Surely I had died?

"I said breathe! Damn ye to Davy Jones if I have to kiss me own daughter!"

It did the trick. The confusion vanished and I choked, struggling to draw in air. There was no way I was going to let Jack give me mouth to mouth. I felt the hand pounding my back and was nearly sure it was Will's. "I can breathe," I managed to choke out. I was trembling now.

"'Ere ya go lassie."

I clutched the blanket that was thrown over my shoulders, ignoring the sour smell emitting from it. My hair was tangled across my face; my tie must have come undone in my struggle. I could hear grumbling, and water sloshing onto the dock. I knew it was Jack.

Timidly I raised my head to see him dumping water from his boots and wringing his coat dry. His hat was back on his head. "I guess I owe you an apology, even though I am still furious with you?" I asked it rather hesitantly, still not ready to forgive him.

Jack looked at me curiously for a moment, then his face split into a large grin, it seemed he had completely forgotten that he hadn't recognized me.

"Oh no lassie, I suggest ye run," Gibbs suggested in my ear.

It was too late.

"Well to make said mad daughter happy with rescuer whom happens to the father, the father only need to unrescue the rescued thus reversing the situation and removing the anger, so to simplify I need only to push you back in the water to solve this minor altercation…savvy?"

I coughed, and stared at my father in confusion. I had heard him go before on one of his rants, and had usually understood by the end what he meant. This time, I was in complete befuddlement. I decided to blame it on my head, which still felt like half the Carribean was living in it. "Eh?"

"You're not making any sense darling," he grinned, straightened his hat and sauntered over to me, swaying that drunken walk of his. He leaned down in my face. "But ye're not mad at me anymore."

"I…What…..Of course!..." I spluttered, trying to glare. I felt my hat drop onto my head.

"No ye're not darling. Here's yer hat, ye left at the Inn."

Instinctively, I reached up and adjusted it much the same way Jack had. "You're not completely forgiven," I warned, standing up unsteadily.

"Well now that we've got this family reunion over," Will interrupted. "Do we have to stand here all night?"

I laughed. "I suppose there's some room up at the house," I said, pretending to sound reluctant. "Mama, might enjoy the company."

"O' course she will!" Jack exclaimed, giving a push to my back. By the sudden eager light in his eyes, I knew what he was thinking. "Come on! Lets go!"

I shook my head, pulled away, still holding the blanket. I was shivering, the memories of the near drowning too close in my mind. I wanted to get as far away from water as I possible could. "There will be room for you to Will. After all, Jack's going to be sleeping with the chickens tonight."

I heard Jack's hollered protests the entire walk home. I was surprised, I was sure my laughter and the look of complete bafflement on Will's face would have drowned it out.