Jezebel sat on the floor, leaning against the cell wall. Her hair fell
loosely about her shoulders, a result of her second escape attempt, and she
had also lost her shoes in the scuffle. It was a fine mess she'd gotten
herself into. In the cell next to her a small group of men were trying to
tempt a dog that held keys in its mouth closer to them with an old bone.
This was something Jezebel found very entertaining, as she was sure that
the mutt was not about to budge anytime soon. "Yeh know, that dog is never
going to move," she said wryly.
"How would yeh know?" One of the men asked, angrily at first until his eyes fell on young Jezebel with her ripped dress and wild hair, then it became full of interest and lust, "What's a pretty little bird like you doin' in 'ere?" He asked as his cellmates all turned their attention from the dog to Jezebel.
"Same as you, piracy," Jezebel said as she heaved herself from the wall and strolled over to the bars that separated her cell from theirs.
There was a roar of laughter from the men's cell at Jezebel's answer. This, naturally, angered Jezebel a great deal. There were many great women pirates and she was one of them, or at least she was going to be one soon. But she chose not to show her anger and instead gave an amused smile, she even let out a soft chuckle, "something funny, boys?"
"Look, lass," the leader who had spoke before said, "yeh might be a wench, yeh might even be a thief. But yeh ain't no pirate."
"That a fact?" Jezebel replied as she inched closer to the gated wall. "Then I guess I'm just a wench." She began to slowly lift one side of her dress to reveal first an ankle, then a calf, then leg - all much to the delight of the men who watched. But their excitement quickly turned to anger and fright when Jezebel snatched their leader around the neck and held a dagger she'd pulled from her garter belt to his throat. "The reason that mangy cur won't move is 'cause he's been trained not ta come to scoundrels such as us. And the reason I know this is 'cause yeh idiots 'ave been doin' that fer two 'ours now and the mutt 'asn't moved yet," she growled in his ear. She then shoved him away and turned her back on the gang. "Ever heard of Captain Jack Sparrow?"
There were some murmurs between the men, but Jezebel couldn't tell if they were over her actions or his name. "What about The Black Pearl, ever heard of it?"
There was even more muttering at this, and then the leader finally spoke up once more, "why do ye want to be knowing that, lass? Yeh ain't plannin' on takin' it, is yeh?" There was a roar of laughter behind Jezebel so she turned back to face the male pirates. She smiled a little when she realized all of them were a bit further away then they had been before she'd pulled a knife on their leader.
"No, 'tis impossible to do that. I'm merely lookin' fer its captain, Captain Jack Sparrow."
"The last I 'eard o' Sparrow he was searchin' fer a new 'ideout. But that was 'bout a month ago."
"It got a name?"
"Isla de Pirata. At least that's what I 'eard," he responded in a manner that made Jezebel think that the man didn't feel he was helping.
"Isla de Pirata," Jezebel said to herself, "Coordinate?"
"None that I know."
Jezebel returned to the back corner of the cell, sat down, and quickly fell asleep.
"How would yeh know?" One of the men asked, angrily at first until his eyes fell on young Jezebel with her ripped dress and wild hair, then it became full of interest and lust, "What's a pretty little bird like you doin' in 'ere?" He asked as his cellmates all turned their attention from the dog to Jezebel.
"Same as you, piracy," Jezebel said as she heaved herself from the wall and strolled over to the bars that separated her cell from theirs.
There was a roar of laughter from the men's cell at Jezebel's answer. This, naturally, angered Jezebel a great deal. There were many great women pirates and she was one of them, or at least she was going to be one soon. But she chose not to show her anger and instead gave an amused smile, she even let out a soft chuckle, "something funny, boys?"
"Look, lass," the leader who had spoke before said, "yeh might be a wench, yeh might even be a thief. But yeh ain't no pirate."
"That a fact?" Jezebel replied as she inched closer to the gated wall. "Then I guess I'm just a wench." She began to slowly lift one side of her dress to reveal first an ankle, then a calf, then leg - all much to the delight of the men who watched. But their excitement quickly turned to anger and fright when Jezebel snatched their leader around the neck and held a dagger she'd pulled from her garter belt to his throat. "The reason that mangy cur won't move is 'cause he's been trained not ta come to scoundrels such as us. And the reason I know this is 'cause yeh idiots 'ave been doin' that fer two 'ours now and the mutt 'asn't moved yet," she growled in his ear. She then shoved him away and turned her back on the gang. "Ever heard of Captain Jack Sparrow?"
There were some murmurs between the men, but Jezebel couldn't tell if they were over her actions or his name. "What about The Black Pearl, ever heard of it?"
There was even more muttering at this, and then the leader finally spoke up once more, "why do ye want to be knowing that, lass? Yeh ain't plannin' on takin' it, is yeh?" There was a roar of laughter behind Jezebel so she turned back to face the male pirates. She smiled a little when she realized all of them were a bit further away then they had been before she'd pulled a knife on their leader.
"No, 'tis impossible to do that. I'm merely lookin' fer its captain, Captain Jack Sparrow."
"The last I 'eard o' Sparrow he was searchin' fer a new 'ideout. But that was 'bout a month ago."
"It got a name?"
"Isla de Pirata. At least that's what I 'eard," he responded in a manner that made Jezebel think that the man didn't feel he was helping.
"Isla de Pirata," Jezebel said to herself, "Coordinate?"
"None that I know."
Jezebel returned to the back corner of the cell, sat down, and quickly fell asleep.