"So, what do we do now?" Elizabeth asked as the three hid behind part of
the seawall, Jack still carrying the heavy bundle that contained Jezebel's
effects.
"I am going to pick out a fine ship for us to sail off in," Jezebel said, illustrating with her hands as the other Sparrow often did, "and you are going to find a lovely place to stash yer young 'un while yer gone."
"Oh no. I'm not leaving my son behind," Elizabeth responded sternly, "he's coming with us or the entire deal is off."
"Fine," Jezebel said with a sigh to show her frustration at being told that she must change her plans, "but then he's helping us take the ship and I'm not responsible fer either of you." At that she snatched the bundle from the boy.
"You want him to help you steal a boat?" Elizabeth asked indignantly.
"Commandeer, nautical term. And yer both gonna help me."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jezebel watched with excitement from the shadows of the docks as the five- year-old lad nervously walked up the dock ramp and onto the ship, The Ladybird. She watched as the two men left to guard the ship went to escort the boy back off the ship and, presumably, to help him to find his mommy. "Ye know what to do?" Jezebel turned and asked Elizabeth.
"Yes," Elizabeth replied, sounding not nearly as confident as she probably intended.
"Good," Jezebel replied with a smile and then shooed Mrs. Turner to go to her part. She waited a moment or two and then began to scurry up to the docks and onto the boat; stuffing her effects into a corner of the ship. She then watched from the shadows as Elizabeth picked up her son and began a discussion with the two men. Jezebel slowly pulled her cutlass from her belt that she had already strapped around the dress she still wore and waited for Elizabeth to be led back onto the ship. And led she was, right to Jezebel.
"I am going to pick out a fine ship for us to sail off in," Jezebel said, illustrating with her hands as the other Sparrow often did, "and you are going to find a lovely place to stash yer young 'un while yer gone."
"Oh no. I'm not leaving my son behind," Elizabeth responded sternly, "he's coming with us or the entire deal is off."
"Fine," Jezebel said with a sigh to show her frustration at being told that she must change her plans, "but then he's helping us take the ship and I'm not responsible fer either of you." At that she snatched the bundle from the boy.
"You want him to help you steal a boat?" Elizabeth asked indignantly.
"Commandeer, nautical term. And yer both gonna help me."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jezebel watched with excitement from the shadows of the docks as the five- year-old lad nervously walked up the dock ramp and onto the ship, The Ladybird. She watched as the two men left to guard the ship went to escort the boy back off the ship and, presumably, to help him to find his mommy. "Ye know what to do?" Jezebel turned and asked Elizabeth.
"Yes," Elizabeth replied, sounding not nearly as confident as she probably intended.
"Good," Jezebel replied with a smile and then shooed Mrs. Turner to go to her part. She waited a moment or two and then began to scurry up to the docks and onto the boat; stuffing her effects into a corner of the ship. She then watched from the shadows as Elizabeth picked up her son and began a discussion with the two men. Jezebel slowly pulled her cutlass from her belt that she had already strapped around the dress she still wore and waited for Elizabeth to be led back onto the ship. And led she was, right to Jezebel.