Chapter three: The origin of Jezebel pt. One

"Where were you?" Jack asked as I met back up with the crew on the ship.

"Oh, just looking in on some old friends." I lied easily. He looked at me suspiciously for a moment, before walking away. I went to the railling looking out at the water. I gave a small shiver.

Darling mum, I thought. Soon, I shall see you again. And soon you shall get your just reward. Wait. I felt bitter, and alone. My family deserted me. Leaving me for a life of crime. True, I liked it, but now I would burn in Hell because of them. I already tasted blood of those I killed, and I wanted more. Being dangerous made me feel alive, aloof. My sisters were too good for themselves. Even if they were, at one point, like me. We all started out the same. Trained to kill, rather than defend. Made to want to kill, want to be evil. By our parents. My sisters; however, turned holy, seeking reverance and pennace for a life of sin. Only I stayed how I was raised. After my parents saw that I was becoming too dangerous, they tried to send me to a place that was as hot as Hell, and filled with demons. I managed to kill my father before they locked me away. A satisfaction that helped me survive the slave ship and even escape.

"You look like your eating a lemon," Dan said, coming up besides me.

"I feel like Im eating one," I admitted.

"Cap'n wants to see you in his cabin." I nodded and walked away, and down to Sparrows lush room.

"You wanted to see me?" I asked from the doorway. He nodded, and gestured to a chair opposite the one he was sitting in. I sat.

"Why are you on the run?" He asked, seriously.

"Dunno."

"Tell me." He growled.

"FINE!" I shouted, suddenly aware of his intence gaze. "I am wanted for murder!" He didn't look surprised.

"Ok, now that I know why you are being chased, I might be able to help you more. Who did you kill?"

"My father, a couple of gaurds...and my two sisters." I decided to make it seem like the killing of my sisters happened before today.

"What did they do?"

"They wanted to send me to Austrailia,"

"Why?" He drilled.

"Because, we were all raised the same, yet my sisters decided to go back to holy ways. Only I wanted to continue the life I was living. I became too dangerous for them to handle. Their only choice was to try to send me to Australia."

"How were you raised?" Sparrow asked gently, as if not wanting me to stop talking.

"To be killers. I suppose the correct term is assasins. Who would suspect a woman?" I said sardonically.

"There is a point." He said, shaking his head.

"My parents seemed to think, as we got older that we would all turn out the same, a killer and a holy person, like them, they would sin, with one eye on God. My sisters were weak, and couldnt stand that life. Only I liked it. Like, I mean." Jack looked at me for a long moment before speaking.

"You would make a pretty good pirate..." He said after a moment.

"I thought about it, but I dont really want money. Just to be free."

"Thats a pirate, in ways...I guess. Is that all they did? Try to ship you to Australia?" Jack asked.

"And other things."

"Well...?" I shook my head.

"I cant say. At least not right now,"

"Well can you tell me what your real name is?"

"No." I got up quickly and walked out. I ran all the way to my small cabin, and threw myself on the hard cot.

I didnt like what I had felt back there. When I told him I was a killer, and he didn't flinch. I didn't like that feeling of gratitude. In fact, I had learned to dispise it, and anything else other than raw hatered. I heard my door open and shut. It didnt take a fourtune teller to tell me it was Sparrow.

"Jezebel--" He started, I turned around quickly to glare at him.

"Yell at me!" I screamed. "Shout! Raise your voice! Strike me! Do anything but talk! I hate it when people try to bloody talk! If talking did us any good, Id be bloody queen right now!" Sparrow looked taken aback. I sat there, silently fuming. It took him a moment to talk.

"What do you mean?"

"All you do is talk." I whispered. "You never take action."

"What do you want me to take action againts?"

"I cant win a battle with words!" I screamed. "I can handle being beaten, and I can handle being screamed at, but talking in a bloody effing normal tone doesnt help anything!"

"Well what?" He yelled back at me. "Do you want me to talk to you like this all the time?" He raised his hand. "Do you want me to hit you if I want you to clean the deck? Huh? Is this what you want?" I realized that I had buried myself in a hole.

"You are the one who said you wanted this, Jezebel!" He continued, his voice still raised. Then, a smile played his lips. He lowered his threatening hand slowly.

"You are just a confused child." He said, now with some bitterness in his voice. "You dont know what you want. That is why you keep changing your occupation. You are a self indulged little girl." I blinked.

"Is that your professional opion?" I asked in a snoty voice, not unlike his own rasp. "Huh? Did you pick that up when you were in a brothel, screwing a doctors wife?" My voice started to become hyserical. "You have no room to chastise me, Jack Sparra. You are a worthless piece of shit! You cant even keep your ship for over a few years! And you trying to tell me what I am? HA!" As soon as that sarcastic remark was uttered, Sparrow drew back his hand, and slapped me! I fell back onto the bed from the force of the blow. I layed there looking up at him, hand on my cheek.

"I am not above hitting a woman, when she deserves it." He added after I opened my mouth to protest. "And you did deserve that. This is the life of a pirate, young missy. There are no rules here. So unless you learn to tame that damnable tounge of yours, you will not live to see India." My mouth fell open in shock. He turned and strode out of the room.

I quickly jumped up and ran up onto the deck, and off the ship. I wildly ran through the streets of London, until I came up to a small tavern. I went inside and ordered a drink. As I was turning to sit down, a man came in with a gust of cold wind. He swept off his hat and I heard myself gasp. The man noticed me standing in the midle of the tavern, and quickly came runing to where I was.

"Jezebel!" He cried happily, and swept me up in a hug, spilling my drink. "Oh God, I have missed you so much." He murmered in my ear. He pulled away and looked me up and down.

"Turned pirate, eh?" He asked, chortling. I looked up into his silver gray eyes. He had grown a small beard since the last time I saw him, and it suited him well. He was about a foot or so taller than me, his wavy black hair reaching his collar. He had the perfect Roman nose, and his lips were always in a satisfied half smile. He was handsome alright.

"Hi," Was all I managed to get out.

"What are you doing in London?" He asked, leading me to a table, and sitting down opposite me, his hands never leaving mine.

"I managed to get passage on the ship, Black Pearl. They were going to take me to India. We had to stop here to pick up some supplise." He smiled.

"India, eh? I suppose your aunt Fiona will be dead soon then. I assume you took care of your sisters already?" I nodded."Good. Good. Do you suppose I could take the same ship as you to India?"

I was opening my mouth to say yes, or no, when Sparrow came storming in. He saw me sitting there in the company of a man.

"Who the hell is this?" He demanded, striding over arrogantly. I swallowed.

"Sparrow, this is my husband, Emilio."