They were captains of different kinds of ships, those two men. The Rogue Commandant had his giant galleon, overpowering enough to sink any other ship in the water, and Oliver merely had his swift but small vessel in comparison. Indeed, it was a veritable fleet that he was against, with such a minor amount of naval power. However, in such waters, it was the smaller, faster ship that had made their entry possible.
CLANG!
When steel met steel, and sparks rang brightly enough to see a mind blinded, the Rogue Commandant's sword carried the strength of his position. That of the Captain of his fleet. His blade was not a swift one, but it was heavy. Catching it, even Oliver found himself unsettled.
