Chapter five: Disguise: The origin of Jezebel Pt. Three

I sat on my haunches and started going through the trunk that Emilio had brought on the ship. He said most of the stuff in there was mine, so, hey, I thought I had a right to go through my dead husband's things. Almost reverantly I opened the lid to the massive trunk I could probably fit in. It creaked, causing me to jump, then mentally scold myself. No fear of the dead. They are dead.

I started shifting through the many disguises in the trunk. Dresses, make up, clothes from almost every nation, a crown(dont ask), a couple pistols, a musket, two cutlasses, and then a wooden box. That was mine. I took it out of the trunk and opened it. In it were a few letters from different team members. I decided to read them. The first one was from Delilah.

Jezzy, It read,

Hey girl, missing again, eh? Emilio is setting out to locate you, and if your probably reading this he is with you again. I managed to take down a viscount, yay me! So now we all have a bigger and better place to live. I assume you are on your way to India, so I have a word of advice, Take the monkey train down to the old oak tree. Ok? Bye.

Delilah

Take the monkey train down to the old oak tree? What the hell? Oh well, that was Delilah for you. Always full of codes you didnt get until you needed them. I tucked the small letter away. Instead of reading them all, I put them back, but a thick one caught my eye. I decided to open it.

Jezebel,

For some odd reason, I felt I must write to you, and in hopes your husband will pass this on, otherwise I am wasting time, ink, and parchment. I know that wherever you are now, your sisters are probably dead. And I have a slight suspicion your aunt is next, am I right? And then you will make your way to me. Silly girl, you may have esaped the slave ship, but you wont be able to escape or kill me. I would like to thank you for killing your father. He was no use to me, really, and I got quite a bit of money off of it all. Plus, the whole cavalry is after you, I wouldnt step foot here either if I was you. But Im not. Thank God. Your aunt Fiona knows you are after her, and she doesn't care. she said, and I quote; "That woman deserevs her revenge, and we deserve to die. Then again, so does she." She is inclined to take her fate as it comes, but I wont be so willing to go. After all, dear daughter, I taught you many ways. Hopefully this letter has knocked some sence into that coconut head of yours. You always were stubbon. Thats where we went wrong.

Your mother,

Winnifred

I blinked. Whatever. I never listened to my mother, why start now? I tossed the letter, not caring were it landed. I sighed, and decided to have a lie down, there was nothing else to do, it was still storming outside.

Two weeks later, I was up on deck, my hair up in a snood and a tricorner hat on I had stolen from Sparrow. We were making hasty progress, and every day my mind was on one thing: revenge. Sparrow hadn't said much to me since the night Emilio was claimed by the sea. I had shed a few tears for Emilio, but my heart was not broken. Now, I could pursue my life style in peace. Hopefully after I had killed my mother, and her last reletive; my aunt Fiona, I would meat back up with Delilah, Jenny, and Samson. We needed more people on what was now my team. Emilio had it in writing; if he should die, I would take lead. I was debating weather or not to propose the idea of Sparrow joining us to him. We needed another man, and boy was Sparrow good with a sword as well as a pistol. Yet something kept holding me back from asking Sparrow about it.

I started to cook for the crew for some reason. A need for being motherly had taken over, and who was I to deny it? Dan was pleased because he then had a chance to do more piratish things. And three days after I had taken over the galley, Dan presented me with a gift.

"Here you are miss. I made it myself." I had smiled at him and slowly opened the small package wrapped crudely in brown parchment. It was a set of ivory hair combs.

"For when you finally do show that beautiful hair. Look! I put scrimshaw on both of them, see?" I looked closer at the exquisately carved combs, and indeed saw almost identical images of a woman in pirate clothes, a tricorner hat, and long flowing hair standing at the railing of a ship, hand behind her back. I stood like that everyday in the morning, watching the sun come up.

"Oh! Thank you, Dan!" I had cried, and flug my arms around him. It was the most thoughtful gift I had recieved in a while. Dan was surprised at my rare show of affection, and awkwardly patted my back.

Now, like always, I was up on deck watching the sun slowly rise taking the sky from a dark midnight blue to a resiliant powder blue. We had another two months at the most, before we would reach India. Yet, strangely, I felt at home in this strange way of life on a ship.

"Jezebel!" Sparrow called, emerging from his capatains' quarters. I looked over at him, my eyebrow raised in question.

"Go get breakfast bloody ready!"

"Sparrow, all you men, and woman, eat for breakfast is an orange, or maybe a banana. Why do I have to hand them out?" I asked.

"Because, I said so."

"And what would you do if I said no?" I taunted. He came foward threatiningly, but I didnt budge. I stood there, a look of defiance of my face. He came so close to me, our noses touched. I blinked.

"You are the most stubbon person I have ever met." He said, his breath hot on my chin. I screwed up my face.

"GOD, your breath stinks!" I shrieked out. I took a step back and fanned the air. He rolled his eyes and swaggered off. I chuckled and went below to the galley. Like always most of the crew(or those that werent on deck) were milling around waiting for me. I smiled to myself, knowing that I was now a major part in these peoples lives...somewhat anyways. I was the food bearer.

"Ok, same as yesterda, and the day before that, and the day before that," I shouted to them. They laughed and each one grabbed a piece of fruit. After everyone was gone, I sat down on one of the chairs haphazardly spread about the long table and brought up my long legs to rest on the hard tabletop. A candle was lit to bring about some light, even though not much was needed, because the galley was on the uppermost below level. There were a few portholes. It was a very bright day and the azure sky shone through, making the ship not as dank.

"And there she is, gracing the ship with her precence." Sparrow came striding in, his whole being shouting: SARCASTIC. I scoffed.

"Hey!" He exclaimed. "I calls 'em as I sees 'em." He looked pointedly at my feet and I quickly dropped them from the table. He sat down in the chair next to me.

"Sooooo," He drawled. I rasied an eyebrow. "You know what? You raise that damn eyebrow too much. I might just shave it."

"Yeah right. The day that you touch me me, Sparrow, will be the day you stand twelve feet high, and the moon is at noon, and a blizzard blows in a unicorn ridden by a gallant knight of the round table wearing pure white shining armour, with a green dragon's head perched on the point of his lance!" And so satisfied with the disgruntled look on his face I took my leave and walked out of the galley and nimbly climbed up to the crows nest. I sat down there and felt like I was flying. It was wonderful being up there alone for once. Usually there was a crew member looking out.

"Hey! HEY JEZEBEL!" Sparrow yelled from the deck. "IF YER GUNNA BE UP THERE AT LEAST KEEP A WHEATHER EYE OPEN!" Leave it to Sparrow to get an advantage out of my fleeing from him.