Jezebel awoke some hours later to the jangling of keys. She slowly opened her eyes to the dark jail and peered around. The men in the next cell had all fallen asleep and the dog with the keys was nowhere to be seen. All Jezebel could make out were two figures; the tall one stood with keys in one hand and the smaller one carried a bundle. Jezebel soon recognized the forms as Mrs. Elizabeth Turner and her son, Jack. "What are yeh doin' here?"

"I need to find my husband."

"What's that got to do with me?"

"You're going to help me."

"Why's that? I see nuthin' in it fer me."

"I'm helping you escape," Elizabeth cried, annoyed at Jezebel's comment; but quickly regained her composure, "not to mention, you won't get anywhere near Captain Sparrow without my influence."

"Well, in that case, I guess I've got no choice but to take yeh with me," Jezebel said with a smile as she lifted herself off the floor. She could tell Elizabeth was bluffing, but it didn't bother her because she had been bluffing as well - of course she would take Elizabeth with her if she had aided in her escape.

With Jezebel's agreement Elizabeth rushed quietly to Jezebel's cell and unlocked the door. The door creaked a little as Jezebel slid out of her cell. She then allowed Elizabeth and her boy lead her out a secret path of the jail and back towards the docks.