Ywain kept on fighting. He roared a battle cry and ran towards a crowd of spainards sheilding himself with his baldes. As the men charges at him he would push them away with the interlocking blades. six got angled up in a rope whilst one was pinned to the floor. Ywain put his foot on the sailors shoulder. "Night night mate. I'll see you in Davy Jones locker!" And stabbed him in the chest. He mocked the captors until a gunshot was heard and ran towards it. "Cap'n??" He shouted after seeing the dead captin he sighed. "Cap'n There are six crewmen tied up on the brig sir! Should we kill E'm? No? OK!" He sheathed one of his Dirks and held the other one up to the light. There was ruby drops of blood on the pure steel. "Bueatiful." He whispered. After hurling himself onto the Nightmare he dragged the captors to Samir "Here they are Cap'n!"