It was only after she entered the bar and the door closed behind her that
Jezebel realized her mistake. There were at least 50 pairs of eyes staring
back at her, all of them belonging to man of the British Royal Navy. There
was no point in pretending she belonged there so she quickly turned on her
heel to leave. Her hand barely touched the door when a voice stopped her.
"Excuse me, Miss," the man called out, "may we help you?"
Jezebel spun back on her heel to face the voice. It belonged to a man, more than old enough to be her father, dressed in a red and white British Naval uniform. He was tall and thin in what she assumed was graying hair, though it could have been a wig for all she knew. However, Jezebel could tell that he was not one to meddle with and she guessed that he was a high ranking official, a captain or even commodore. She knew there was no lying her way out of her predicament so Jezebel did the next best thing, she ran out of the room.
She ran as fast as she could down the street and thankfully she already knew where she was headed. The blacksmith's was not more than ten yards from "The Safe Sailor" so it didn't take long for Jezebel to reach its doors and burst through. But that seemed only o get her into more trouble as she found a sword pressed across her throat. "Whoa," was all she could say as she raised her hands to imply her peaceful intentions.
"Excuse me, Miss," the man called out, "may we help you?"
Jezebel spun back on her heel to face the voice. It belonged to a man, more than old enough to be her father, dressed in a red and white British Naval uniform. He was tall and thin in what she assumed was graying hair, though it could have been a wig for all she knew. However, Jezebel could tell that he was not one to meddle with and she guessed that he was a high ranking official, a captain or even commodore. She knew there was no lying her way out of her predicament so Jezebel did the next best thing, she ran out of the room.
She ran as fast as she could down the street and thankfully she already knew where she was headed. The blacksmith's was not more than ten yards from "The Safe Sailor" so it didn't take long for Jezebel to reach its doors and burst through. But that seemed only o get her into more trouble as she found a sword pressed across her throat. "Whoa," was all she could say as she raised her hands to imply her peaceful intentions.