A series of incomprehensible grumbles and mutters escaped Kayleigh’s throat.

“I had it all under control,” she lied through her teeth, as Jackson nimbly severed the bounds which had only a few seconds ago strictly confined her movements. Naturally, she was butt hurt that her capable self had to be ashamedly rescued. Oh, the embarrassment. 

It took a while for the pirates to realize that their temporary captive had escaped, but when they finally did, Kayleigh and Jackson already had their feet planted firmly behind their Captain. Glinting eerily in the moonlight, the woman’s dagger rested snugly on the grooves of his rugged throat. 

In one smooth, merciless motion of her hand, the poor brute’s throat was slit open. 

“Do I get three-thirds of the bounty this time?” She prodded the assassin. “I think it’s only fair,” she pouted, giving her companion a hopeful glance.