Jezebel emerged from the captain's quarters in full pirate garb, just as
she had been while arriving at Port Royal. She smiled with pride at
Elizabeth, who was currently trying to keep the wheel of the ship straight,
as Jezebel had instructed her to.
"How ye be doin'?" Jezebel asked as she strolled across the ship, bottle of rum in hand.
"Alright, I suppose," replied an unsure Elizabeth, "I've been trying to keep the wheel as straight as possible, but the waves make it somewhat more difficult than I expected."
"Well, I'll be takin' over from here, milady," Jezebel said with a grin as she took over sailing the ship for Elizabeth.
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Nuthin' 'cept keepin' watch over yer boy," said Jezebel pointing to the young Jack, who was trying desperately to steady himself upon the rocking boat, "he falls in, I'm not goin' after him."
Elizabeth turned to see her stumbling son trying desperately to climb the wooden stairs and quickly ran to snatch him up. "So, do you happen to know where we are heading?" she asked as she walked back to Jezebel, with her son in her arms.
"Isla de Pirata," Jezebel replied dully, but soon she smirked and let out a chuckle, "Pirate Island." The meaning had only just occurred to her and she found its simple wit amusing - it reminded her of the stories that had been told about her father.
"Where is that?" Little Jack interrupted Jezebel's thoughts as he sat against the wall in front of the wheel of the ship, looking up at Jezebel.
"Not a clue."
"Well, how are we supposed to find a place if we don't know where it is?" Elizabeth asked.
"Haven't a clue. We're about a month behind The Black Pearl and as it's the fastest ship out there it ain't likely we're gonna catch up - "
"We're not that far behind," Elizabeth interrupted boldly.
"Pardon?" Jezebel did not like the idea that Elizabeth might have been keeping secrets from her. She took a swig from her bottle of rum more out of nervousness than want of drink.
"Oh, don't misunderstand what I'm saying, I have not withheld any information from you. Before I came to get you I went to the docks to talk to some of the local sailors.
"That's pretty brave of yeh."
"Anyway, I heard that The Black Pearl was seen no more than a week ago just 50 knots from where we are now."
"Aye, that so? That does cut time considerably," Jezebel said while deep in thought, "What direction?"
"East by southeast," Elizabeth replied.
"East by southeast it is then," Jezebel said as she turned the wheel.
"How ye be doin'?" Jezebel asked as she strolled across the ship, bottle of rum in hand.
"Alright, I suppose," replied an unsure Elizabeth, "I've been trying to keep the wheel as straight as possible, but the waves make it somewhat more difficult than I expected."
"Well, I'll be takin' over from here, milady," Jezebel said with a grin as she took over sailing the ship for Elizabeth.
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Nuthin' 'cept keepin' watch over yer boy," said Jezebel pointing to the young Jack, who was trying desperately to steady himself upon the rocking boat, "he falls in, I'm not goin' after him."
Elizabeth turned to see her stumbling son trying desperately to climb the wooden stairs and quickly ran to snatch him up. "So, do you happen to know where we are heading?" she asked as she walked back to Jezebel, with her son in her arms.
"Isla de Pirata," Jezebel replied dully, but soon she smirked and let out a chuckle, "Pirate Island." The meaning had only just occurred to her and she found its simple wit amusing - it reminded her of the stories that had been told about her father.
"Where is that?" Little Jack interrupted Jezebel's thoughts as he sat against the wall in front of the wheel of the ship, looking up at Jezebel.
"Not a clue."
"Well, how are we supposed to find a place if we don't know where it is?" Elizabeth asked.
"Haven't a clue. We're about a month behind The Black Pearl and as it's the fastest ship out there it ain't likely we're gonna catch up - "
"We're not that far behind," Elizabeth interrupted boldly.
"Pardon?" Jezebel did not like the idea that Elizabeth might have been keeping secrets from her. She took a swig from her bottle of rum more out of nervousness than want of drink.
"Oh, don't misunderstand what I'm saying, I have not withheld any information from you. Before I came to get you I went to the docks to talk to some of the local sailors.
"That's pretty brave of yeh."
"Anyway, I heard that The Black Pearl was seen no more than a week ago just 50 knots from where we are now."
"Aye, that so? That does cut time considerably," Jezebel said while deep in thought, "What direction?"
"East by southeast," Elizabeth replied.
"East by southeast it is then," Jezebel said as she turned the wheel.