With a new sword, Danny continued on her slashing spree, twisting dodging and finding impossible holes in attacks to avoid being hit. She found herself set away from any others, having flipped a man over the ship’s railing. She looked around before her eyes caught one of the pirates she vaguely remembered from the ship. Her eyes widened with admiration and awe as she saw how effortlessly he sliced through men, dropping them faster than she could ever hope to. In her distracted stare, another slaver noticed her, and having lost his own blade, went after hers. He gripped some wood, broken from the mast and aimed for her elbow, but with Danny’s movements, barely hit her hand. The tiny girl growled in frustration as the sword she had gathered was knocked from her, ignoring the sharp pain from the contact. She dived for the blade, but ended up with a sore stomach and a view of it falling off deck. Pressing her lips together, she glanced back and straightened her leg towards the slaver coming at her, feeling the knee under her bare foot crack. His body hit the floor heavily as he cried out in pain, gripping at his knee.
“Can a girl not keep her blade around here?” she questioned, standing up and brushing her hands off, using her feet to roll the man towards a hole in the railing and off the deck. She looked around, confused at the obviously less slavers on deck. Blinking, she remembered the tall man headed below decks. They were probably after him, and he’d need help. She looked around; unable to find herself another blade, but instead the loose piece of wood the slaver attacked her with, around the size of a regular ball bat. With her new weapon, she went to go below decks, but was interrupted by another man with a load of guns strapped to his back, four more men behind him. “You all are no doubt the dirty pirates who are attacking my ship… I run a good business here you know. And you’re ruinin’ that.” He pointed his cutlass towards someone Danny vaguely remembered from the ship. “You’re the captain? Your crew can watch you die. And then they’ll replace the lost slaves.” Danny stared at the cutlass in his hand, his words bouncing though her ears. Almost immediately after he finished talking, Danny bounded forward, attacking the taller man from the side. Jumping to add extra force, she swung the wood at his arm, forcing him to drop his blade. Landing in front of the man, Danny gripped the handle of the fallen weapon as she kept rolling past. Stopping a few steps away, she stood up, dramatically pushing the fallen hair from her face and pointing the cutlass, just as he had done.
“Nay, you slobbering sack of clams. I am the captain of these pirates. And this good business you pathetic codfish claim to have is absolutely horrific, not to mention that your ship attacked mine first, so you can add lying and a dreadful fashion sense to your list of sins, you pile of thin worms. Go and fill another room in hell, I hear there’s one reserved for you.” The tiny thing grinned, pleased with herself and her lies. She was used to telling stories, as it was tradition on her island for women to tell the tales, so the boys would make Danny tell them stories, being the only girl around in the forest where they played.