Title - It's hard to find a friend

Chapter title - Where are your clothes?

Author - Billiebumface (Me)

Disclaimer - I do not in any way shape or form own anything to do with pirates of the Caribbean. I do however own Frankie and Effy and anything that they do and most things they say, although they do occasionally tend to steal lines for their own amusement.

-C.2-

"Effy...Effy wake up."
I opened my eyes to be greeted with Frankie's concerned face. I grimaced at the scent assaulting my nostrils.
"Manure." Explained Frankie bluntly.
I sat up, blinking a few times to clear my vision. It was dark and smelly but somewhat familiar. I saw a donkey in the corner and could hear snoring from behind me.
"Frankie where are we?" I asked standing to look around. Then it all clicked.
"I may sound insane Eff...but this looks like the blacksmiths from the pirates films." Frowned Frankie.
"I was just thinking the exact same thing, but..." I turned back to Frankie. "How did we get here?"
"I brought you here." I jumped at the sound of Tia's voice in the doorway.
"Why?" Questioned Frankie a panicked expression on her face.
"I told you. Sparrow and Barbossa need a helping hand. Do what you must to find them, they'll know when they see you that you'll be useful. good luck."
"But how-" Started Frankie but it was too late. Tia was gone again.
I moved to sit on the steps in front of the door, picking off bits of hay that were stuck to my legs.
"OK, lets just go with this for now until we figure out how to get home. Who goes where?" Sighed Frankie after a few minutes of pacing.
"Well I'm not going to Barbossa. If he didn't kill me first then I'd certainly kill him." I moaned, scarcely believing I was going to do what Tia Dalma said.
"Well that's sorted then. I personally thought Barbossa was awesome. You can go find Jackie boy." Smiled Frankie who was an insane Geoffry Rush fan.
"OK. But how are you going to get to dear old Hector?"
Frankie pondered my question for a while before seemingly having an idea.
"I'll find Lizzie and stick with her. She gets taken to Barby."
"Right." I said jumping to my feet. "I guess I'll see you later then."
Frankie exited the blacksmith's with me before whispering a quick 'good luck' and heading to find Lizzie.

Walking towards the docks, I'd never felt so exposed. The women staring at me were all in full skirts, corsets and blouses. I on the other hand, was wearing knee length denim shorts, a white vest and trainer socks. The fact I had no shoes was made a little more obvious to me as I padded across the cobbles. It took me longer than expected to reach the docks, seeing as though I took a few wrong turnings. I would've asked for directions but everyone looked just about ready to imprison me for indecent exposure or something.
Eventually I found myself making my way towards a ramp, overlooking the port. I stopped mid step when I heard voices.
"Oh, the Dauntless is the power in these waters, true..."
With a smug smirk at finding the right place I started to silently make my way down the ramp quickly deciding in my mind that the way to stay with Jack was through cockiness, sarcasm and arrogance with a bit of underlying charm. Luckily Murtogg and Mullroy were too engrossed in their debate about the Black Pearl to notice me. Jack Sparrow however, went bug eyed as I tiptoed past. I smirked at him with a wink before practically skipping onto the Interceptor.
As I ran my hand over the wooden wheel, my mind was reeling. 1, We'd been pulled, somehow, into a movie. 2, Jack Sparrow was very very real. 3, He was coming towards me.
As he sauntered onto the ship I took a deep breath, telling myself mentally, that this most definitely was a dream. I leant on the mast of the crows nest behind me, watching over the sea idly. I could see Jack looking me over in the corner of my eye.
"Where are ye' clothes?" He asked suddenly.
Before I could answer Murtogg and Mullroy were aboard telling Jack to get away before glancing curiously at me.
"Sorry m-miss. The docks are off limits to civilians." Murtogg stammered as they avoided looking at my exposed skin.
"You act like you've never seen a pair of ankles before." I laughed. "And there's not really any need for pleasantries just because I'm a woman."
Murtogg straightened up. "Right, well, what are y'names then?"
"Smith. Or Smithy if you like." Informed Jack. The three men looked expectantly at me.
"Effy."
"What's your purpose?"
"Yeah and no lies."
As Jack stepped forward to tell of his intentions, I hoisted myself up to sit on the railings, dangling my legs over the edge.
"If her were telling the truth, he wouldn't have told us."
"Unless of course he knew you wouldn't believe him even if he told it to you." I piped up.
Jack frowned and walked over to me. "That's what I was going to say."
I shrugged. "I guess we're on the same page then captain."
His eyebrows shot up at the use of his proper title.

-Frankie-
I could see all the women in their fancy dresses filing in to watch the ceremony. Finally I spotted the one I was looking for.
"Psst, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth turned, eyes widening at my appearance.
"Yes I know, I'm not appropriate but please, I need your help."
Reluctantly she followed me to the side away from the crown which I noticed she'd soon be falling from.
"Hi, my names Frankie and this is going to sound very strange but I need to stay with you for tonight." I watched her as she grew more confused. Her face though, showed pity. Due to my lack of a fancy dress she probably though I was poor.
"OK, miss..."
"Palmer."
"Miss Palmer. Go to my house up the hill. Tell the servant I sent you to wait in my room. I'll meet you there later." I smiled gratefully.
"Thanks Lizzie." I said before running off to find the governors house.