The music had come to an end and now the men were slowly beginning to gather around the edges of the upper deck, looking on curiously to try to see what was happening. They could see their Captain was very upset, possibly in tears, and so was her mother, their former Captain.
The Black boys both looked uneasy and unsure what to do. In the middle of it all stood their Quarter Master, Pierce Vane, the only one with a pleased expression on his face.
"Well, this looks to be a family matter," the man spoke in his oily voice, "I'll see myself to bed."
He turned and headed towards the steps but Ilona's eyes snapped to him and her expression was venomous.
This was all his fault.
Just as he reached for the rail, Ilona jerked her blade from where it was tucked in the back of her boot and sent it flying in his direction. Its deadly sharp tip buried itself in the wood of the railing only a breath away from his fingers.
