Jezebel didn't hear the cries of "Man overboard," as she shot down to the
bottom of the ocean. There she remained, crawling along the sand floor,
out of reach of both sharks and the men of The Ladybird. She headed
towards shallower water, and thus towards land, as quickly as she could.
She didn't stop until she reached the wooden columns that supported the
docks of Port Royal, at which point she begin to rise.
Jezebel surface and lifted herself onto the docks. There she came face to face with a cleric who looked as though he had just seen the most bizarre thing known to man. Of course part of that could have been Jezebel's nonchalant reaction to her own soaking self. As she began to ring out her hair (no longer held back) and clothes the cleric slowly approached her, unsure of what to do.
"Miss, miss are you alright?"
"Of course I am," Jezebel replied, as she bent her knees to empty her boots of water, "don't be silly."
"Well, normally it costs a shilling to dock your boat, but as you don't have one I'll just need your name," the cleric said, trying to get on with business and avoid the puddles made from Jezebel drying herself.
"A name, yes.well.I'll tell you what," Jezebel replied as she removed the money bag from her belt, "I'll give you two shillings and a kiss if you not ask me for my name." At this Jezebel removed two silver coins from her waterlogged bag and placed them into the cleric's palm and then gave the man a soft kiss on the cheek.
"All right then, Miss Smith," the cleric said with a smile and nod of agreement.
Jezebel nodded her thanks and sloshed up the docks and into town. It was fair in size and stature, a few taverns, buildings to house the residents of Port Royal, a bakery, a trading post or two, the governor's mansion, the fort for protection that included a jail, an armory, and a blacksmith's shop named "Turner Blacksmithing". But Jezebel passed most of these places in favor of a tiny tavern named "The Safe Sailor" towards the end of the main part of town. After her swim she need a good drink.
Jezebel surface and lifted herself onto the docks. There she came face to face with a cleric who looked as though he had just seen the most bizarre thing known to man. Of course part of that could have been Jezebel's nonchalant reaction to her own soaking self. As she began to ring out her hair (no longer held back) and clothes the cleric slowly approached her, unsure of what to do.
"Miss, miss are you alright?"
"Of course I am," Jezebel replied, as she bent her knees to empty her boots of water, "don't be silly."
"Well, normally it costs a shilling to dock your boat, but as you don't have one I'll just need your name," the cleric said, trying to get on with business and avoid the puddles made from Jezebel drying herself.
"A name, yes.well.I'll tell you what," Jezebel replied as she removed the money bag from her belt, "I'll give you two shillings and a kiss if you not ask me for my name." At this Jezebel removed two silver coins from her waterlogged bag and placed them into the cleric's palm and then gave the man a soft kiss on the cheek.
"All right then, Miss Smith," the cleric said with a smile and nod of agreement.
Jezebel nodded her thanks and sloshed up the docks and into town. It was fair in size and stature, a few taverns, buildings to house the residents of Port Royal, a bakery, a trading post or two, the governor's mansion, the fort for protection that included a jail, an armory, and a blacksmith's shop named "Turner Blacksmithing". But Jezebel passed most of these places in favor of a tiny tavern named "The Safe Sailor" towards the end of the main part of town. After her swim she need a good drink.