Title - It's hard to find a friend
Chapter title - I like that hat
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.3-
Effy's pov-
As Jack told Murtogg and Mullroy the story of how the cannibals made him chief, I noticed he kept glancing at me, curiously. I acted as if I didn't notice and nonchalantly glanced up to where Lizzie and Norrington were. Five...four...three...two...one.
"And then they made me their chief."
Lizzie landed with a splash in the water and I leant forward, taking Jack's hat and placing it atop my head.
"I have practically no clothes, I might freeze. And these two can't swim." I smiled innocently, pointing into the sea.
He glanced at the two men who nodded in confirmation.
"Pride of the kings navy you." He removed his pistol and sword. "Don't loose these." He said handing them to Murtogg and climbing onto the rail of the ship. "Or that." He added tapping the brim of his hat before diving - gracefully for a pirate - into the sea. He bobbed up once before realizing Lizzie's dress was too heavy and sinking again. Finally he resurfaced and I helped pull Lizzie onto the boardwalk. I waited until her corset had been cut off before kneeling down beside her and lifting the medallion before Jack could. I have to say being annoying and stealing lines is actually highly amusing.
"Well would you look at that." I murmured, twisting it in the light. Jack's eyes widened considerably until a sword was thrust under his nose.
"On your feet."
"Oh lucky us." I sighed standing slightly off to the side. I watched as the governor put two and two together and demanded death in silence, hoping to pass unnoticed.
"Gillette, fetch two irons. Well, well, Jack Sparrow isn't it?"
"Captain Jack Sparrow if you please, sir."
"Woah! Yeah he hasn;t got a ship he's in the market as it were but never mind that, why two irons? What did I do?"
"Well miss..."
"Frances."
"Miss Frances. You are clearly in cahoots with a pirate."
"Wrong. I happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I've never even met him before."
Jack stepped closer to me. "Then why are you wearing me hat, love?"
I glared at him to which he smirked before being pulled away and cuffed as I was too.
"One good deed is not enough to redeem a man from a lifetime of wickedness." I heard Norrington say.
"Though it seems enough to condemn him." Jack and I said in unison. Jack frowned at me for a moment before swinging his chains around Lizzie's neck.
"Finally."
Again I stayed silent as Jack escaped, luckily causing enough of a distraction for me to slip past unnoticed. Eventually I found the blacksmith's and slipped inside to see Jack poking in the corner.
-Frankie's pov-
When Lizzie had arrived home she'd made me hide until everyone was gone. When we were alone she gave me a light weight blue night dress and sat with me on her bed.
"Why do you need to stay here?" She asked bluntly as I looked out of the window, noticing it was still broad daylight.
"I had nowhere else to go. Sorry to be a burden." I muttered.
"Your not Frankie." She said softly, placing a gentle hand on my arm and I smiled politely at her.
"I can't explain how I ended up here because I'm not entirely sure myself." I sighed, moving off the bed to sit in a chair by the door. "Why don't you get some sleep Lizzie. You'll feel better." I smiled noticing she looked flushed.
"Thank you Frankie." She yawned before settling herself down to sleep.
-Effy's pov-
Whilst Jack was busy trying to hammer his shackled I smirked and scratched the donkey behind the ears, eying Jack's hat that he'd previously, much to my disapproval.
"Hey, Captain."
He turned looking non too pleased at being interrupted.
"If you let me wear your hat for a while, I'll tell you how to get the irons off."
He pondered my proposition for a while. "If you know how to get them off why're you still in them?"
I glanced down at my own bound wrists. "Because if I got them off then you'd know how and I'd never get that hat."
"Why do you want me hat?"
"It's a very fine hat."
He sauntered over to me and reluctantly placed the hat on my head. With a smile I slapped the donkey's rear an jumped up to hook the chains over which eventually broke. Jack followed suit, smiling triumphantly at his freedom.
"Very clever...what was your name love?"
Before I could answer we heard a noise at the door and Jack scarpered leaving me to face a very confused looking Will.