Molly laughed a little and sat back on her heels, releasing his arms, but remaining on top of him. She pushed her hair out of her face a little and smiled, "I suppose you are right. I feel as though pirates rarely are fair. Trading tends to be, I take everything, you keep your head."

She smirked a bit at her own joke and looked down at him. After a moment, she realized that when he hit the ground, he probably hit his head. She leaned forward again, "Are you okay?"

Gingerly, she lifted his head off the deck and inspected it, while still sitting on him. She pursed her lips, "No blood. I'm going to assume that that means you'll recover," She lowered his head back down and grinned, "I think you need to fight a little dirtier, Archibald."