Isabelle stood to open the door, but before she could reach the door, it burst open. A man in a powdered wig stood there, with two men with riffles flanked either side him. Isabelle blinked, and managed to stammer,
"W-w-what do you n-need Commodore Harrington?" The man looked at Jack.
"Jack Sparrow. We have sources that he was here," Commodore Harrington said. He started to cross the floor to where Jack lay. Isabelle stepped in front of him.
"You cannot take him. He's hurt," she said, delicately placing her hand on her sword hilt.
"We have very good care at the prisons," said the commodore. Isabelle laughed.
"No you don't! People rot there!"
"Please move Isabelle, or shall it slip that you were a pirate," Harrington smiled wickedly.
"First I'd like to know your sources," Isabelle said, griping her sword more tightly. Harrington nodded toward the men. They pushed in Elizabeth and Will, both were looking frightened and Will sported a few good bruises. Gaston growled, and drew his dagger.
"Comment défi les avez-vous blessés?" he shouted. Isabelle's eyes danced with a hidden fire.
"Please move, Ms. Black, or it will slip that you are a pirate, and your son has pirate blood," smiled Commodore Harrington. Isabelle drew her sword. Before anyone could stop her, her sword plunged into the commodore's gut. She pulled it out, blood shining brightly in the firelight. The commodore fell back. Gaston sprang into action. Swiftly he lunged upon one of the armed men, killing him. Will stood, drawing his own dagger. Both men advanced upon the lasting man, who screamed at ran. Isabelle sheathed her sword, quickly cleaning it.
"Gaston, get the wagon ready. We leave now. But first we must disguise our selves. We have half hour."
Isabelle ran up the stairs, taking three at a time. She came back down five minutes later, dressed in a velvet green dress, her hair let down. In her arms was a bundle of clothes and books, and also makeup. She placed rouge on Jack's cheek's, and water along his forehead.
"When you're in the cart, do not speak, but a time go into spasms. Shake and tremble, as if in a bad fever with terrible nightmares," Isabelle murmured. She placed a small amount of rouge on Elizabeth's cheek's and lined her eyes lightly with kohl, shading in her eyelids with blue eyeshade. Isabelle paused at Will, but shook her head. Gaston came in and nodded gravely. He picked up Samuel, who was stunned to see the two people he trusted kill. Isabelle helped Jack up and led him outside, a cape draped loosely across his bare shoulders. She laid him down next to her son and Will and Elizabeth sat in the back.
"Outre de au port," Isabelle said. And they left.