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Jack's Daughter-Chap7-

"Would you stop walking like a drunk?" Emily, the doctor's daughter, hissed vehemently into my ear, as I staggered alongside her.

"But aren't I supposed to be drunk?" I slurred, raising my arms and waving them wildly. I was half amused to see Emily duck her head as she growled, thoroughly annoyed. I was guessing my impersonations of a drunken Jack were paying off, or, I paused my thinking as I winced, maybe I had indulged myself too much in the medication that made me feel no pain or sickness. Granted, I was still coughing to make Davy Jones run for cover, but I felt wonderful.

"You are aren't you?" Emily exclaimed, her head whirling so she could grip me with her startling blue eyes.

I gulped, pressing my fingers to my temples and hummed. "I'm getting an image…it says…Oomph!" I stumbled and flailed. I had no idea what I had just tripped on, but since it gave no protest I assumed it wasn't alive.

Emily gripped my arm, steadying me. Her eyes were burning. "What did you have? There was nothing in your room…."

I tapped a finger against my bottom lip, and struggled to puzzle it out…Wait a moment. "Rum!" I announced it triumphantly, and then leaned against my escape partner, giggling. Well, I decided, if this was how Jack felt when he drank his precious rum, then there wasn't a day I was going to risk walking around sober. I coughed, and I had to pause a moment as the world spun around me.

Rolling her eyes, Emily waited for the fit to pass, before she dragged me on, hoisting the satchel that had been sliding dangerously down her arm. "Come on," she hissed before grumbling under her breath: "I can't believe that I agreed to this. You're drunk."

I shook my head, and became amused at how everything blurred when I did it rapidly. I poked Emily in the sides, trying to encourage her to do it as well, but the teenager continued to pull me along.

"You're no fun!" I pouted, stumbling again. There was a hiss, oops, maybe I'd stepped on a cat this time? No, wait, that was just Emily again. I sighed, my head was spinning and I was pretty sure that I was close to incoherency. How much had I consumed? Well, it wasn't my fault that Emily had left me in the dining parlor, also where the liquor cabinet was kept. I was half a pirate after all.

"Ooh! Look at the pretty boat!" I tugged at Emily's arm, and then winced as a lantern swung out in my face.

Emily, who had been avoiding all light, letting us stumble through the dark so she wouldn't be recognized, jerked me away but not quick enough. The sailor who passed though gave no indication that he recognized me, and probably mistook me for another drunkard that frequented the docks.

"It's a ship," she hissed in my ear.

I tilted my head away. "Not so loud!" I complained. "It hurts!"

Emily rolled her eyes, and as she had been glaring at me, and I looking innocently back, didn't notice the man standing at the entrance to the docks until we bumped right into him.

"Oops," I giggled, glancing up at the stern man who glared down at us. I coughed, and bent my head. When I had regained my composure I flirted up at him. "Now what's a handsome man like you doing down here?"

I winced as I felt Emily's hand connect with the back of my head. I lurched, and despite my attempts I missed the stranger's arms and nearly fell on my face. I felt myself pout again. Maybe being permanently drunk isn't as fun as I thought it would be, I thought fuzzily.

"Commodore Norrington," Emily replied, I could hear the tired frustration in her voice. "I arranged for passage?"

"Commodore?" I hiccupped. Oh, Jack would love that now wouldn't he? Getting chased down by his daughter on a navy man's boat…I mean ship…I frowned, pressing a hand to my forehead. "What's a…"

I guess I was slightly anticipating the swing to the back of the head, or maybe I had lost my footing, but the whistle of air over my head indicated that she had missed and in response I hooted with laughter.

"And this is your friend?" Norrington asked. There was disgust on his face.

"Where's my friend?" I asked straightening. The disgust had been noted, but completely washed over me in my altered state.

"Unfortunately, yes," Emily sighed, grabbing my arm as I teetered next to the edge of the dock, peering down at my reflection.

"Where did you leave her?"

"In the room with the big cabinet and the lovely colored bottles," I supplied my answer. I felt another cough, but it hardly bothered me. I turned my attention back to Norrington, I realized he had not moved. His back was still impossibly straight, wig perfectly placed, and he was gripping a lantern in one hand, the only sign of frustration as his grip was white knuckled.

"You sound like a Sparrow," Norrington replied, looking at me with disdain.

"A Sparrow!" I chirped. "I know a…" I was muffled as Emily, not too kindly stomped on my foot. I whined.

"You know what?" Norrington hadn't missed the exchange and now his eyes were narrowed on the two of us.

Emily huffed, brushing her hair from her face. I looked at her curiously, wondering what was wrong with this Norrington man. Sparrow wasn't a bad person. He was after all, my father. What was wrong about me telling him that?

"Sparrows on the dining room plates," Emily said breathlessly. "Forgive me Commodore I really did not expect her to be this bad."

I could tell, I didn't know how, but I knew that Norrignton had not believed a word Emily had just said. Maybe I would have to save the day? I mean, I was pretty sure I could talk my way out of this one. I was a Sparrow! I was untouchable! And more then a little drunk, but maybe it wasn't wise to remind myself of that one again.

"Well you arranged for passage."

I was saved as Norrington spoke before I could cough out my slurring sentences. I looked at Emily, askance. "We're boarding with him?"

"Temporarily," Emily laid a hand on my shoulder, encouraging my silence.

"But he's ugly!" I proclaimed loudly, tugging my arm free and unbalancing myself for a few precious moments. "I'm old enough! Don't hold my hand."

Emily let out a suffering sigh. "Commodore?"

"As agreed," he replied. His eyes flashed momentarily around the docks. "Come aboard."

"We're going on the boat!" I squealed and bounced up and down.

"Ship!"

I winced at the double cacophony that screamed through my mind. I glanced, pouting at Norrington and Emily who both looked fairly upset. What had I done wrong? I was complimenting the boat! It was pretty.

"And Emily, do get her sober."

"Of course Commodore. I swear my cousin isn't like this often, it's just being separated from her mother…"

There were sounds that sounded suspiciously like tears. I tilted my head in confusion, nearly snickering at the sudden tenseness in Norrington's shoulders. Not the lady's man he!

But I wasn't Emily's cousin. I wasn't even related to her. I opened my mouth to proclaim so, when she whirled around, as if guessing my thoughts and glared at me.

"Oh."

"Yes oh," she dragged me close. "Don't say another word."

"Boat." I laughed, unable to help myself. Really, I wasn't in control here. It was the rum. Lovely, golden, heaven-tasting rum.

"Dannie."

I groaned as my arm was roughly shaken. I realized we had boarded the boat and that I was in a peculiar room with four walls and a ceiling. Right, a cabin. I had one aboard the Interceptor! No, wait that was the Captains stateroom.

My head was beginning to reel, and I collapsed on the bed, gripping my head. "The rum Emily! Give me the rum!"

"I think not! You're blind drunk!"

"What can I say?" my voice was muffled by the pillow that had somehow worked its way into my mouth. "I'm a Sparrow."

"And you better keep quiet about that connection! The Commodore hates pirates."

"Well good thing I'm not a pirate! I'm only half!"

"That's still pirate."

"Half," I grumbled and pulled the pillow over my head. "Leave me 'lone. Goway."

I imagined that Emily rolled her eyes as she left the cabin.

Once she was gone, I cautiously lifted my head from under my haven of pillow. I blinked the haziness from my eyes, and winced as I felt a pounding in my head, beating out a steady rhythm.

I groaned but smirked at the same time. It was obvious that the woman hadn't been around nearly enough drunkards. For once, I thanked my childhood of Tortuga. It had certainly showed me how drunks acted and behaved, and while I was quite sure I had consumed a fair share myself, the effects had begun their rapid descent as I had stood on the dock.

A few of the things I had said floated through my head, and I winced as I remembered them. I fought to throw off my misgivings of a bad first impression. Who cared about Norrington? He was a horrible Navy imbecile. He hunted pirates without knowing who they really were! Stupid British man born of a pig!

Realizing that my thoughts were rapidly deteriorating into anger, I pulled myself away. I could later pound Norrington into nothingness but for now, I had to play cousin, and wealthy idiot. I paused then, halfway out of bed. How do you act like a wealthy idiot?

I groaned in frustrating, as it clicked. I had just found the flaw to our plan. It was quite simple in all its glory, as I ran through it in my mind, wondering how I had missed it.

I certainly knew how to be a pirate and I certainly knew how to be unlawful, crazy, and bloodthirsty, but I certainly didn't know how to be an English noblewoman.

"Damn Davy Jones!" I screamed, slamming my fist into the pillow. I winced as my mind spun and I was aware of my illness creeping up on me now that I was no longer inhibited by drink.

Well, maybe if we got lucky I would be able to plead illness the whole trip. I snorted. Not likely. Norrington would smell that one out in a matter of minutes. Brushing back a strand of hair, I glanced around the stark, undecorated cabin. I guess I would have to tell Emily when she returned, although it was possible she wouldn't return.

Delightful.

I snorted again and lie back down staring at the wooden planks that made up the ceiling. Wasn't this going to be delightful? I fell asleep, cursing Tortuga, even as I had praised it a few moments ago.