If you havent noticed, a lot of this is based on Kill Bill in ways...mostly quotes, but concept as well. Hey! Kill Bill is a good story line...REVENGE

Chapter four: Toll the bell: The origin of Jezebel pt. Two

After everything was explained to his highness, Sparrow, we went back to the ship, and set sail. After our explanation, Sparrow hadn't said one word to me, or Emilio for that matter. It puzzled me as I sat, legs under the railing, and feet dangling above the ocean.I had mixed emotions about Emilio coming with me to India. I plain out had mixed emotions about him. Our marriage was nothing but convienance, then fond attachment...on his part. He is the most dangerous man in the world, it was only fitting that he had a wife, equally dangerous. He taught me a lot as well. He was probably one of the only men who could handle me...But I didnt like him.

"What are you thinking about?" Emilio asked, sitting down besides me.

"Nothing really."

"Did anyone see you when you took care of your sisters?" He was always concerned about people seeing us.

"No. Only a bagtail, but I disguised myself. No worries there." Emilio looked dissapointed for a moment.

"I told you, Jez." He said emphatically. "No one, and I mean no one can know about anything. Have you told that Sparrow anything?" He asked, eyes narrowed.

"No, Em." I said obediantly. I quickly lowered my gaze to the ocean going swiftly by.

"Good. Good." He mumbled under his breath, before turning to me again. "You havent said you loved me today."

"I love you, Em." I chanted. I wondered if that statement held any thruth.

"Have you kept up with your sword play?" Emilio asked. His ritual if we hadnt been with each other for a while.

"Yes, actualy. Sparrow is really very good. Maybe we should put him on our team?" Emilio shook his head.

"I dunno. We have to see if he is trustworthy first. Pirates are finnacky like that." I scooted a bit closer to him for warmth. I knew he would like it.

"How is Delilah?" I asked.

"Shes ok. She managed to take down a duke a few weeks ago. Got fourteen thousand pounds for the effort." I nodded my head in appreciation.

"What about Jenny?"

"Nothing too big. Mostly been practicing her swordplay and dagger tossing. She might rival you one day. But no one is as good, or ever will be, as my Jezebel." I smirked.

"What about your brother, Samson?" Emilio laughed.

"Funny, he married Delilah. Aint that something?" If you havent noticed by now, everyone on our team had "codenames". Emilio had one, but we only used it when on a mission. His was Damien. We had, in all, five people on our team. Including me and Emilio. My parents had managed to get me in, but Emilio saw that I had potential. He helped...in a way, to kill my father. Even if his efforts did land me a fierce beating on the slave ship.

"Yeah...Funny." I muttered, my mind not really on what we were discussing.

"Well, darling, I think Im going to lay down in your cabin. It looks like it might rain. You should go in too." He said, getting up.

"I will in a minute. I need to talk to Sparrow about exactly how long it will take to get to India." Emilio looked at me funny for a moment, then walked away, and below. I sighed, and watched the sea swell. Actually, I didnt have to get up to talk to Sparrow. He came and sat down in the exact spot Emilio was.

"You never said you were married." He said.

"You never asked." I said cooly.

"Do you love him?"

"Thats none of your buisness, smartass." I snapped. He chuckled.

"That tells me no. How long have you been married?"

I shook my head.

"Whatever. You had best go below. There is a storm fast approaching." I sighed getting up. Just as I was making ready to go below, Emilio came rushing back up. He opened his mouth to say something urgent, but a huge wave came, making the ship lurch to the left, and he went flying. I was used to this, and had already been holding on to a rope, but Emilio did not know the ways of the ocean. Another wave hit and water poured off the ships deck. I saw Emilio get swept off his feet and into the ocean.

"EMILIO!" I shrieked, making my way to the side that he was swept off on. Rain started pouring down, and the wind started to howl and whip about me, thrashing at my clothing and pulling my hat off of my head.

"EMILIO!" I screamed again. I looked down at the gray water, searching for his body. I heard Sparrow yelling something at me, but I didnt pay attention.

"EMILIO! GET YOUR ASS ABOVE WATER! DONT DO THIS TO ME, DAMNIT! I CANT RUN THE TEAM ALONE! EMILIO!" But it was no use. He was gone. I felt Sparrow grab ahold of me, and drag me below, cursing me the whole way. It was only after we were in his cabin that I stopped struggling. I crumpled to the ground.

"I didnt love him, but still! He was my husband!" I sobbed. "I had some feelings for him. He saved me from my parents! He helped me escape the slave ship! I wouldnt wish death upon him!" Sparrow grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me.

"Enough!" He barked. "Stop it! He is gone now. And thats it. You said it yourself, you didnt love him. Your a bloody assasin, Jezebel! I will not see you dissolve in tears!"

"Well then dont look at me!" I screamed back at him. "Dont bloody look at me!" I did stop crying however. I dignantly stood up and tried to untangle my hair. Then I realized...My hat was gone! Sparrow had seen my hair! Shit.

"Your...your hair is black?" He asked, almost unsure of his eyes.

"Duh." I sneered. My waist lenth curly black hair hung limply, sodden. Out of spite, I took it up and wringed it out on his rug, that looked expensive. He didn't show any sign of anger. He just stood there, staring at me. Fine then, I thought, if he wont say anything, I'll make myself at home. I sat down at his desk and grabbed up a brush. I started to brush my hair, then I picked up one of his shirts off the floor and flipped my hair over, trying it off all the way. Still he said nothing. It wasnt until my hair was finally dry, and almost floated like a halo around me, did he speak.

"Whats your real name?"

"I shant tell you." I said defiantly. Sparrow gave me a look that said Damnit, woman...If you werent so bloody bitchy, I might like you. I gave him one back that said, Your just the same, Sparrow. It was if we were reading each others thought, and I became scared, and looked away. He let out a bark of laughter, not unlike a dogs.

"Oh, one day you will." He said wickedly. I would find out later, just how right he was.