"Aye capt'n." Wakefield drew her cutlass, prepared to fight. Back to her captain Wakefield fought well, picking up a pistol off of a fallen pirate and shooting one of his comrades as he jumped over to the El Marees.
It didn't matter though there was more than twice as many pirates as there were men on the El Marees. They were soon overtaken, swarmed. Wakefield had a pistol being held pointing at her heart.
"All right gents I've got two choices for ya. Join my crew or go overboard." A pair of heavy boots hit the deck followed by the booming voice. One voice that to Wakefield sounded just a little bit familiar. She edged around trying to get a good look at the man behind the voice.
