They sailed all the rest of the day and well past dusk when Elizabeth finally decided to put the already sleeping Jack to bed. Mrs. Turner gathered up her son from the deck, carried him into the captain's quarters, and tucked him into the bed. Jezebel held the course with drink still in hand the entire time, never bothering to take her eyes off the sea in front of her.

"Where's yer boy?" Jezebel asked, completely oblivious to anything but the skyline.

"Sleeping," Elizabeth replied walking back towards Jezebel, "hopefully."

"In't bit early?"

"For a five year old child?" Elizabeth questioned incredulously.

"I suppose yer right," Jezebel replied, swigging from her bottle liberally.

"Should you be drinking all that?" Elizabeth asked.

"Sorry, do ye want some?" Jezebel replied, not wanting to seem completely rude.

"No, I don't drink rum," Elizabeth said remembering the time she had gotten drunk with Capt. Sparrow on the island, it had then that she swore never to drink rum again and had not done so ever since. "How much longer will we be sailing today?"

Jezebel shrugged her shoulder at the refusal as well as the most recent inquiry, "Don't know, why?"

"Well, it is getting quite late and the last thing we need is your falling asleep and going off course. Couldn't we just anchor for tonight and start up early tomorrow?"

Jezebel looked up at the stars, trying to guess the time. She clocked the time between eleven and twelve o'clock midnight. "Alright then, but we're gonna hafta work double time tomorrow."

So Jezebel and Elizabeth set about dropping the port and starboard side anchors and lowering the sails. Once Jezebel felt her new ship was secure enough for her to leave the deck she followed Elizabeth into the captain's quarter.