The ship crashed down into the shore of rocks and sand. No, this battle would not end here, he would never lose to another captain. The rocks shook the boat and bashed in the front of the ship. The crew stumbled and the sound of a cannon resounded. A figure emerged from the reckage, a woman. She pranced onto the ship a look of disappointment spreading across her face as she noted the disheveled crew. A sword was cluched tightly in each hand. Then she noticed him, a sword in his hand, and still standing even after the crash. A smile spread accross her face.

“You look strong, do you want to fight?” For some reason this unerved him, “Never,mind, you don’t have a choice.” She swung the blade twards his head.

“Crew! Get up! We are under attack!” His blade met hers with a loud clang as his crew stubbled to their feet. His pride and honnor was on the line, he could not lose this fight to a girl. With her other blade she jabbed at his stomache. He jumped back and attempted to do the same thing. She blocked the blade but failed to notice the fist coming at her face. Her eyes darkened with anger as the blow impacted and brused her face.

“You’re going to pay for that!” She screamed, one blade jabbed at his head the other at his stomache. The blade grazed his face. The battle continued, blows here and there making their mark. There was a batte raging on outside of them but to him it felt as though this was the only battle on the ship. A swipe for the legs, then the head, the stomache, and then arms. One landed. One sword dug deep into his abdomin and the second impaled him, all the way through. He collapsed to the floor. His vision went blurry then black. He heard words so faint they could have come from the other side of the world for all he knew.

“I guess you wern’t as strong of a pirate as I thought.”