[sorry, layout mayhem.. poor Jack ^^]

Chanel tilted her head back a wee bit more, resting it against the sandy chair, and just as she did so, she could hear Almalure's soft foot falls apon the bobbing deck. Lifting her head she glanced absent-minded at the other.. Had she be wearing Jacks hat? Ahah! Chanel suddenly threw her hand atop her head, and inhaled deeply before returning to her feet and darting towards the docks. Looking along the wooden planks Chanel finally reasoned with herself that her hat was no longer there. Fleeing in every which way [careful to avoid Jack] she threw quick glances over the docks, and into the water. Finally she saw her hat afloat just a little ways behind Jack, in the jolly caribbean sea. Throwing side glances to everyone aboard the docks, Jack, Chaylsie, and finally Anamaria.. Chanel knew she best do this quick and without a peep. Chanel dropped to all fours and steered her petite frame backwards into the water. All the while keeping a firm steady grip apon the rough wooden planks. Looking back, the french piratess drove her well sculpted legs through the sea and to her hat. Oh gee, just her luck.. Penetrating her legs through the current only caused her hat to float out a bit more. Throwing another cocky look to the trio, Chanel decided to further her legs. That was her hat she was talking about! She withdrew her hands from the edge of the planks and with great effort pushed herself out to her beloved hat. Quickly she managed to grab the weird, three cornered hat in thin hands.. She has yet to make a noise. Wow. [applauds] Yes very panicky, she was. Her lips parted once, taking in the fresh air, and closed again as she found herself whipped under the surface. Her arms flailed abouts underwater, as did her legs, so with little effort Chanel propelled herself back to the surface. Gasping desperately for air, she managed to steer her way back to the docks.. Giving, a few disturbing splashes to the here and there. Yes she had lost her hat under that retched surface.. But for Chanel the only thing on her mind was getting the hell out of there. Small hands took hold of the rough, worn docks yet again. She continued to propell her legs quickly, giving her less and less of a struggle. "'Zey took my 'at!" Pouting and at the same time coughing, Chanel rose above the water and lay her midruff among the planks. Jack had already gotten into the longboat, with the other pirate. Chaylsie. "My 'at!" I guess that wouldnt have been the first thing on her mind if she had saw what her dress looked like. Revealing? Yes. But much more than before. Good thing she lay apon her chest, because being such a thin fabric.. her breasts' could easily be seen. Coughing again, Chanel set her head against the bobbling wood and rested her eyes for a moment.