Disclaimer: Don't own POTC simple as that. I can only claim possession over Emily and Dannie.
Jack's Daughter-Chap8-
"Dannie! Dannie, get up! I don't care if you have a hangover."
"Bugger off," I muttered, pulling the pillow over my head.
I felt the hand on my shoulder again and roughly shook it away, curling up into a tight ball. I coughed slightly, and felt a momentary bubble of worry. Ruthlessly I squashed it, there was no way I was that ill again. I was perfectly fine...with a terrible headache.
"Dannie."
"I'm up!" I snarled. I had been up before Emily had rushed into the room. I just chose not to tell her that slight detail.
"Good."
I rolled over and eyed the teenager who was leaning back on her heels, arms crossed. Her eyes were flashing, hair tumbling unkempt around her face. "Norrington wants you up on deck."
"Oh really?" I muttered feeling mulish. "What happens if I don't feel like going up there on me lonesome? Eh? I be sick."
"Drop the pirate talk," Emily hissed. Her eyes darted back nervously, as if afraid someone might have their ear pressed against the closed cabin door. "You're a proper English noblewoman. And its noon, you've been sulking in here since last night."
"Correction," I held up a finger and twirled it. "You were sulking. I didn't hear you come in until early morning. Keeping our Commodore occupied?"
"How dare you imply?" Emily cried, her cheeks were flushed from my comment. "The Commodore is a respectful man."
"I bet," I muttered, pressing my face back into the pillow. "You already gave me my dose. Now go away."
"Get up!" Emily shouted.
I turned my head slightly to see that the teen's fists were clenched and her eyes flashing. Mission accomplished.
"No."
I couldn't have said why I was in such a disagreeing mood or why I waned to contradict everything Emily said. I guess I was slightly depressed, but I wouldn't actually admit that to myself. Perhaps I was worried I wouldn't see Jack again. Not likely. The Commodore then was responsible for my dour mood.
"Bugger!" I shouted the protest as I felt the blankets get ripped off my shoulders. Forced to, I sat up, brushing my tangled hair away from my face. "What was that for?" I yelled at Emily.
"Get dressed, and come for a walk." Emily was talking through her teeth, knuckles as white as the coverlet she was holding in her hands.
I resisted the urge to smirk. Obviously she hadn't noticed that first, I was talking like a British noblewoman and two, I was already dressed, and minus my fly-away hair I was perfectly presentable to go for a stroll around deck. I nearly puked at the thought of the word. Why not just say walk?
"You're not wearing a corset!" Emily pointed out, as if she had just read my thoughts. The coverlet lay now in a pool of white around her feet; she had obviously, unconsciously let it go.
I glanced down, and took an assessment of my dress from the disadvantaged view. No, my breasts weren't spilling out, as was the current style of English noblewoman, and no, I wasn't needle thin, thank God for that. Well, I couldn't see anything wrong with the way I was presented. I flashed a blank look at Emily's face and was privately pleased to see her anger.
I knew I shouldn't have felt any pleasure about provoking the woman who had helped me run away, but I did. It was my own personal revenge for her taking me on a boat with Commodore Norrington, a well known hater of pirates. Later I would resent my actions but for now, they felt good.
"Where's the corset?"
"I think one of the crew member's is wearing it," I reported mildly, standing up, and dragging my fingers through my hair. It was ridiculously long, and I ranted silently about my former boss who had insisted that it be that long. "I need a knife."
Emily's eyes widened, and for a moment it looked as if she wasn't breathing. "You can't cut your hair."
I looked up from a large knot I was picking at and rolled my eyes at her shock. "I need to," I pointed out. "Its way too long. I doubt that even Ladies let it grow this long."
"You don't know the first things about Ladies of England!" Emily cried, pointing out a very sound fact. "Give me the brush."
"Overboard," I muttered, still fighting with my unruly locks. Damn that I had Jack's type of hair. It was rebellious.
A discreet knock sounded against the door, and there was a brief pause before Norrington's voice drifted through. "Is everything alright Ladies?"
"Yes! Yes everything's alright," Emily cried out, rushing to the door to lean against it, as if that would possibly keep the man out.
"I heard some arguing. Is your cousin fine?"
"More then alright," Emily replied, glaring over her shoulder at me.
Seeing the look I feigned innocence and walked up to the door. I lifted my chin in the air and flicked my tangled hair over my shoulder. Elbowing Emily aside, I flung it open, startling Norrington, who had just lifted his hand to knock again.
"Of course I'm alright," I drawled, leaning forward suggestively. My mind was working fiercely, and despite my headache I had found out well enough that the whole English noblewoman thing was not going to fly. A whore it had to be. Besides they were so easy to imitate, after all I had had plenty of role models with that one. I briefly let my memory rest on Candy, before I pulled my thoughts away.
Norrington was looking affronted, as he leaned away. "Miss," he stammered. "Are you alright? You don't look well."
"I assure you I am quite well," I purred, skipping my fingers down his arm. "But I'm awfully lonely." I batted my eyelashes at him, struggling not to laugh. The look on his face was priceless. How Jack would have loved it!
"Yes well," Norrington stepped back again. "I'll be seeing you to your port as soon as possible."
"Are we doing something else?" I asked, pouting slightly.
"Looking for Elizabeth Swann," Norrington said. At the name he straightened, and seemed to have finally regained control over himself. "I have to return to my duties Miss. If you're feeling better, perhaps you would come for a turn around deck this afternoon."
"Of course Commodore," I called out after him as he rushed away. I counted to three then burst into laughter, doubling over and wiping tears from my eyes.
"Seriously, I should be furious with you Dannie! That's a Commodore!" Emily berated, finally speaking. There was an odd tone in her voice. "But my, that was delightful."
Struggling to breathe properly, I straightened, pressing a hand against my chest, cheeks flushed. I no longer felt sullen, or in any need to punish the poor woman who had decided to help me. I staggered over to her, looping an arm around her shoulders. I registered the faint surprise and stiffening, but paid it no mind. "See here. If you want to run away Emily, you have to learn to blend," I coached.
"Are you drunk again?" she asked me, warily eyeing my posture.
"Not at all," I pushed away, waving my arms, contorting my fingers into weird shapes. "I know how to act drunk, but I most certainly am not. Camouflage my dear."
Emily nodded crossing her arms. "Camouflage eh? Just like you know how to become an English Lady."
Oh damn, she had me there! I stuttered for a moment, then gave up and rolled my eyes. "We'll make a runaway out of you yet," I promised shaking an admonishing finger at her.
Emily laughed and slung her arm back around my shoulders. "To the deck then!" she announced, and not waiting for a reply she pulled me along.
I didn't have the heart to protest. I actually felt unburdened and light of heart for the first time since Jack had held me in his arms and taught me to steer a ship.
Jack, my heart echoed painfully for a moment, but I refused to let it continue. I was already looking for him, there was nothing else I could do about it but let Fate steer the course.
"Dannie!"
I glanced up to see that Emily was waving impatiently for me. Sticking my tongue out childishly I picked up my skirts, indecently and rushed after her.
Sorry everyone that this is just a filler. Wish I had something better for you all! But please, all the same lemme know what you think? (If you really think I should trash the chapter as well, feel free to tell me)