"Kid, ye back off," Lady Darcey said. Her voice was thin and shaky. "The rest, back off."
The distance between the Cuttlewitch Lobby and the two Scourge ship was about fifteen meters. Lady Darcey kicked a board along the wall near the Captain's Cabin. The board then stretched and made a wooden half-bridge.
Lady Darcey walked the gangplank and stared at the enemy's crew. "Let her go, and me will let you leave!" She said.
"You're running out of options, brute lady," the Leader of the Scourge said. A hint of mockery between his words traveled the ocean breeze. "But I gave you one, and that is me being generous. I really suggest you take it. Her for the coffin... Now."
On her hand, Captain Darcey's blade was engraved with various markings, waves of an ocean, sea monsters, and a number of series lines were embossed near the hilt. Lady Darcey raised her blade and put it back its scabbard.
