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[color=#A020F0][i]Twelve pirates,[/i][/color] Sol thought to himself, quickly taking a mental headcount as the pirates began to rush toward him. Time seemed to slow for him as he prepared to “dance.” The first to reach him raised his club and brought it down, but Sol had no intention of staying still. With blinding speed, he cut through the pirate’s club as easily as if it wasn’t even there, then began his dance.

His first target was the one closest, the one with the club. Sol dashed past him and brought the edge of his blade across his side. From there, he wove between the pirates, moving as easily as water through the cracks and crevices of the side of a cliff. His movements could be described as graceful, even almost gentle, if he hadn’t been moving too fast for the pirates to keep track of him. Each time his sword met flesh, however, it was never to kill, only to incapacitate, to make sure they couldn’t fight back.

By the time the end of the first pirate’s club clattered to the ground, it was over. One by one, the pirates fell to the ground, the ones who were still conscious groaning as they clutched their injuries. [color=#A020F0]”I’ll make sure you all get medical attention as soon as possible,”[/color] he quietly told them before he made his way to the stairs nearby.

He steadily climbed his way up the tower, easily fending off the pirates that challenged him. As he walked and climbed, he kept seeing the same symbol over and over again, whether it be on a banner or tattoo: a set of scales in front of a ship’s wheel. As he was musing over the symbol as he approached the floor just below the roof, a large pirate, nearly twice Sol’s size, suddenly rounded the corner as he swung a hammer with both hands.

The pirate didn’t see Sol swing his sword, only that the head of his hammer had disappeared. While the pirate was confused, Sol kicked his opponent’s legs out from under him and pressed the tip of his sword against the pirate’s throat. [color=#A020F0]”Why this island?”[/color] he asked. [color=#A020F0]”You had your pick of easier targets. Why this one?”[/color]

“Screw you, Navy dog,” the pirate growled. “I don’t owe you nothing”

Sol shrugged. [color=#A020F0]”Fair enough,”[/color] he replied as he moved his sword away from the pirate’s throat. Before the pirate could get up, Sol swung his sword again, slamming the butt of the hilt against the pirate’s forehead, knocking him out.

Turning his attention to the last set of stairs, Sol added, [color=#A020F0]”I suppose I’ll have to ask your captain, then.”[/color]