Yara turned and flung her dagger at a man advancing towards the nest. He dropped to the ground when the blade pierced the back of his skull. She moved quickly to retrieve her weapon. Pulling the blade from the dead man's skull, she wiped the blood off on the corpse's shirt, and was back to defending the ship, and her crew mates. Officially she was just a medic, but by all accounts she was also a pirate, and thus was rather good at fighting. The girl knew her way around a gun, and was even better with knifes. 

A bullet jetted pass her ear, and she raised an eyebrow as she looked for the source. A fat bald man smiled as he aimed the gun at her. Yara just miss getting hit as she weaved out of the way, but unfortunately the bullet hit one of her fellow crew members who had been behind her. The nasty shooter was to far away for her to toss her blade with any accurately. Luckily Carlos took him out before the bastard had time to reload. Yara almost smiled up at the nest, but she was back into the fighting a millisecond later. 

She jumped off a crate onto a burly pirates back, and slit his throat before he had time to struggle. Then she noticed Fletcher had finally made an appearance, which boosted the moral of the crew, and promises of going to the Shoel Festival, was followed by simultaneous cheerful shouts. Judging by the way things were going, the enemy would most likely call for a retreat in the next few minutes. Out of the dozen or so fights and battles that had taken place the last two weeks, this was hardly an endeavor. Yara decided to make her way over to where Maria was hacking away. The deck was littered with bodies, blood, and brain matter. She was not looking forward to the clean up, when this was all over with.