Since it'd be a while before the marines would find out the whereabouts of their wanted criminals (you talk to one pirate, eh?), Jezebel took a good portion of that window to think about what she should bring along. Nicks and bits were thrown into her satchel, mostly valuable alchemical ingredients and several vials of an unknown, clear liquid.
Honestly, if it were to her she'd rather take everything she could, but that'd just be taking advantage of a helping hand – even if said hand was the one to put her into this situation. “Now how do you propose we get on your ship? Marines abound, I'd wager.”
Honestly, if it were to her she'd rather take everything she could, but that'd just be taking advantage of a helping hand – even if said hand was the one to put her into this situation. “Now how do you propose we get on your ship? Marines abound, I'd wager.”