The golden sun sank lower on the horizon, letting the moon in all her beauty take the sky and reveal her wonderful burning stars. Ova was getting to work. The small slaves she broke free were begging her to get them out of here and the alcohol from before was finally starting to wear off.
She handed the thirteen girls different things to use as weapons, teaching them quietly in the underbelly of the ship how to swing and attack a man with no remorse. With little time to prepare, ova made sure the bravest of the thirteen girls were ready to go.
She made her way up the stairs quietly, however she was met with two young men on their way down with food. The men, spotting her, gave a sharp shout and dropped the food moving for their pistols. Ova reacted quickly and had her cutlass out of the sheath before the straggly men could pull back the hammers on their rusty pistols.
Ova lunged forward like a snake striking out. Her cutlass struck efficiently over the first blonde man's throat. The former captain kicked the blonde man onto the floor to choke on his own blood as he coughed and writhed on the ground, bleeding out quickly.
As she turned to the second more brunette ship worker a loud bang filled the air followed by a stinging pain in her shoulder and the smell of black powder smoke. Ova's head whipped to the man with a growl. With a bullet now in the shoulder not holding her cutlass, the ex-captain lunged forward and ran her blade through the brunette's midsection. The man gasped like a fish out of water, unable to register the pain until his attacker twisted the blade and pulled it out slowly. He coughed, blood soon slowly pouring out of his mouth as he coughed and fell to the floor, life draining out of him.
With the ship workers, dead Ova stumbled backward cutlass dropping as she pressed a hand to her bleeding bullet wound in her upper shoulder. She let out a faint hiss at the pain. She slumped to the floor, just breathing in the scent of metal from the blood. Her brain felt foggy…thinking was a fluid motion, coming to her slowly as she disregarded the bullet in her shoulder, picked up the dead man's rusty pistol, and looted the ammo.
Ova, drunk on a newly formed bloodlust, rose out of the underbelly of the ship, calling upon the slaves she broke free of the cages below. She fired shot after shot into the crew of the ship as she worked her way onto the deck of the ship.
In the moonlight, the red-haired ex-captain stood straighter than she had in months. The glow from the moon above cast a silver shine as she prowled closer and closer to the captain's cabin. Her crew of girls spread out on the deck, sabotaging the navigator and other members of the ship until the captain had walked the plank.
A silver eye blood-lust warrior made by a silver-tongued beast prowled into the captain's quarters with ease. The black-haired man sat at his desk over many maps, looked up, addressing his second in command before pausing.
"And who might you be?" He asked, taking in her blood-covered clothes in the golden glow of his oil lantern on the wall.
"It doesn't matter who I am if you won't live to remember my name" ova stated lifting the rusty pistol to a level between the man's eyes. Her one blue eye was dark in the shadow cast on her face by the lantern. The silver gleaned dangerously in her other unseeing eye as she started the captain down.
"Now hold on lassy…maybe we can just talk this through, I'm sure whatever you're after is just a misunderstanding.." he stuttered and stumbled as he slowly stood up, hands above his head.
"I don't think my sight is a misunderstanding" her finger went to pull the trigger
Before the gun could go off the captain raced forward and pushed her arm to aim at the ceiling, the gun went off with a bang along with the wood creaking and splintering as the bullet embedded itself into the wood. The raven-haired man shoved ova out of the doorway into the desk and raced out onto the deck.
Ova scowled angrily as she was thrown into the desk, which easily collapsed underneath her weight. Jumping to her feet she raced to the doorway, letting another shot ring into the night, followed by a loud thud and painful groan as the captain fell face first onto the deck and tried to crawl towards the edge of the ship to go overboard.
Ova walked towards him at a lounging pace seeing as the captain couldn't do much other than a crawl. Upon catching up to him, following the pained grunts and trail of blood leaking from the man's leg, ova shoved her boot into the middle of his back harshly, the heel of her boot causing a satisfying crack to echo from his back. The man screamed.
The silver-eyed maiden squatted down next to him and flipped him over to face the sky. She grinned menacingly, watching his face contort to pain as the sudden movement caused his spine to crunch and the bullet wound to bleed more.
"I own this ship now" ova spat standing back to his full height and shooting the man between his eyes. She reached down watching his mouth fall open and his now lifeless eyes stare at the unwavering moon as blood leaked over his face. She picked up his tripoint captain's hat and placed it on her head. She looked to her crew of thin but hopeful girls, each holding a member of the crew hostage to watch their captain die.
"Throw them overboard. Loot them for supplies and weapons first." Captain ova ordered before slinking back to the captain's quarters. She raided the old raven-haired captain's closet for clothes, putting on a new jacket and white shirt. Smiling proudly at what she had done. The blood lust was wearing off though and she realized she had two more bullet wounds in her before promptly passing out from the pain.