I'd hope that this would be quite obvious, but just in case: I don't own
Pirates of the Caribbean, or any of its characters, settings, etc. etc.
Jezebel stood proudly at the bow of the ship, The Ladybird, as it entered the docks of Port Royal. She was dressed in the traditional garb of her profession; pants, black boots, big shirt, and a large belt that contained her effects (including pistol, sword, and money bag). Her hair was tied back loosely with a strip of cloth.
As she stared at the fortress that loomed over the city, which was the only thing standing in her way, she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Jezebel asked more to herself than anyone else.
"Absolutely," responded the man behind her whose hand rested on her shoulder "it's a shame though."
What is, Dante?" Jezebel asked, not bothering to turn around to face him.
"That you won't be able to enjoy it," he said proudly, placing a gun at Jezebel's back.
"Why's that?"
"Because I'm turning you in. Do you have any idea what a pirate's worth in Port Royal? Your namesake alone can get me double the average pirate."
Jezebel smiled to herself.stupid Dante. "So you do know who and what I am, you lied. Of course I know you know, which is why your gun is not loaded."
"I still have my sword," Dante countered, a little less sure of himself than he was just moments ago.
"Are you sure you want to do that?"
"What?"
"Cross blades with a pirate."
"I've had more years training than you've lived."
"That so?" Jezebel questioned mockingly.
"Even if it were not, you are on a British ship manned by British men. Face it, you have no where to go."
"It would seem that way, wouldn't it?" Jezebel said calmly, letting out a sigh. It was one that Dante mistook for defeat, but he quickly realized how wrong he was a Jezebel climbed atop the small wall that kept men from sliding off the boat. "Ta," she said as she mock saluted Dante and then divided into the sea.
Jezebel stood proudly at the bow of the ship, The Ladybird, as it entered the docks of Port Royal. She was dressed in the traditional garb of her profession; pants, black boots, big shirt, and a large belt that contained her effects (including pistol, sword, and money bag). Her hair was tied back loosely with a strip of cloth.
As she stared at the fortress that loomed over the city, which was the only thing standing in her way, she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Jezebel asked more to herself than anyone else.
"Absolutely," responded the man behind her whose hand rested on her shoulder "it's a shame though."
What is, Dante?" Jezebel asked, not bothering to turn around to face him.
"That you won't be able to enjoy it," he said proudly, placing a gun at Jezebel's back.
"Why's that?"
"Because I'm turning you in. Do you have any idea what a pirate's worth in Port Royal? Your namesake alone can get me double the average pirate."
Jezebel smiled to herself.stupid Dante. "So you do know who and what I am, you lied. Of course I know you know, which is why your gun is not loaded."
"I still have my sword," Dante countered, a little less sure of himself than he was just moments ago.
"Are you sure you want to do that?"
"What?"
"Cross blades with a pirate."
"I've had more years training than you've lived."
"That so?" Jezebel questioned mockingly.
"Even if it were not, you are on a British ship manned by British men. Face it, you have no where to go."
"It would seem that way, wouldn't it?" Jezebel said calmly, letting out a sigh. It was one that Dante mistook for defeat, but he quickly realized how wrong he was a Jezebel climbed atop the small wall that kept men from sliding off the boat. "Ta," she said as she mock saluted Dante and then divided into the sea.