As Ethan and Sebastian squared up, the workers on the other side nervously watched. The tension in the chamber was apparent. The looming confrontation between two seasoned captains sent trembling through the air.
Sebastian Blackwood, who was renowned for his ruthlessness and cunning, grinned. If Hartley hands up the crystal, I might be able to spare your guys.
Ethan's eyes narrowed, and he maintained his determination. The treasures of the Lost Isle do not belong to thieves like you, Blackwood; they belong to those who have earned them.
Sebastian pulled his cutlass quickly, the blade gleaming in the faint light. Steel met steel as Ethan reciprocated, sending a resounding thud through the room. The crew men also became involved in a ferocious battle, their steadfastness being fueled by their devotion to their individual leaders.
Each commander displayed skill and bravery as the conflict waged on. The bravery and camaraderie of Ethan's crew were visible in their coordinated attacks throughout the fierce battle. They were outnumbered, yet they didn't back down.
Ethan and Sebastian were looking at each other while their swords danced fatally. They encircled one another, trying out each other's defenses and looking for a weakness. As they parried and countered, sweat streamed down their brows. Their swords were a steely blur.
Ethan took advantage of the situation by disarming Sebastian and cutting Sebastian down at the throat with the point of his sword. Sebastian, who was having trouble breathing, scowled angrily at Ethan.
Hartley, you may have won this battle, but be certain that our paths will meet again, he growled.
Ethan's eyes grew stern. "Leave the Lost Isle with your crew. This should serve as a reminder to you that not all valuables are intended for thieves.
Ethan smiled triumphantly as he let go of Sebastian and watched his team retreat in defeat. The only sound in the chamber as everything grew silent was the winning crew's labored breathing.