"Who are you?" a woman's voice questioned from a dark corner to Jezebel's
left.
Jezebel decided that truth would be the most fitting answer this time around, at least half-truths, "My name is Jezebel. I'm looking for a man by the name of William Turner, is he here?"
"No," the voice replied, "he is not. In fact, he has not been seen in these parts for over three months."
Jezebel could sense a tinge of sorrow in the woman's voice, making her think that the woman was close to Mr. Turner, "But you know him."
"He is my husband," the woman said as she stepped out of the corner and stood to face Jezebel, all the while keeping the sword at her throat.
"Then, perhaps, he has shared information with you?" Jezebel was fast becoming anxious as she heard footsteps (no doubt belonging to the Naval men) getting louder and louder. "Perhaps he has told you the location of an old acquaintance of his, a Captain Jack Sparrow."
The beautiful blond Mrs. Turner slowly lowered her sword and looked curiously at Jezebel, a girl quite a few years her junior, "you know Jack?"
"By reputation only, do you have information on his whereabouts or not?" Jezebel asked speedily, knowing that soon she would have to leave or else be captured.
"I'm sorry, no, I haven't seen Jack in half a decade."
"And your husband?"
"He has not mentioned him in as many years."
"Blast! All this for naught," Jezebel mumbled to herself, then returned her attention to Mrs. Turner, "Well then, I'm afraid I must leave you for I fear soldiers are after me and fast on me tail if me ears do not deceive me."
"Why," Mrs. Turner asked, her interest turning to concern.
Jezebel was a little insulted; wasn't it completely obvious? She swept her hands in front of her as though showing her outfit for display and said, "pirate."
"Of course, I should have known," replied Mrs. Turner as she turned her back on Jezebel to set her sword upon the table, "come with me."
Jezebel gave the woman an odd look but decided to follow.
Jezebel decided that truth would be the most fitting answer this time around, at least half-truths, "My name is Jezebel. I'm looking for a man by the name of William Turner, is he here?"
"No," the voice replied, "he is not. In fact, he has not been seen in these parts for over three months."
Jezebel could sense a tinge of sorrow in the woman's voice, making her think that the woman was close to Mr. Turner, "But you know him."
"He is my husband," the woman said as she stepped out of the corner and stood to face Jezebel, all the while keeping the sword at her throat.
"Then, perhaps, he has shared information with you?" Jezebel was fast becoming anxious as she heard footsteps (no doubt belonging to the Naval men) getting louder and louder. "Perhaps he has told you the location of an old acquaintance of his, a Captain Jack Sparrow."
The beautiful blond Mrs. Turner slowly lowered her sword and looked curiously at Jezebel, a girl quite a few years her junior, "you know Jack?"
"By reputation only, do you have information on his whereabouts or not?" Jezebel asked speedily, knowing that soon she would have to leave or else be captured.
"I'm sorry, no, I haven't seen Jack in half a decade."
"And your husband?"
"He has not mentioned him in as many years."
"Blast! All this for naught," Jezebel mumbled to herself, then returned her attention to Mrs. Turner, "Well then, I'm afraid I must leave you for I fear soldiers are after me and fast on me tail if me ears do not deceive me."
"Why," Mrs. Turner asked, her interest turning to concern.
Jezebel was a little insulted; wasn't it completely obvious? She swept her hands in front of her as though showing her outfit for display and said, "pirate."
"Of course, I should have known," replied Mrs. Turner as she turned her back on Jezebel to set her sword upon the table, "come with me."
Jezebel gave the woman an odd look but decided to follow.