[gremlin]

Lucy felt nervous, she was about to tell him what she really was. What if he tries to kill me, she thought and breathed heavily. Then she heard yelling, she heard feet stomping across the deck above. Her eyes widened and she felt Jude slip his hand away from hers. Suddenly she was whisked away from her thoughts and had to tend to more important matters.

Her hands touched her waist in an insecure matter. "I'm so petite, I'm sorry." she said and blushed. When he tossed her a holster, she bent down and took it in her hands. It was a bit loose, but was better than nothing. The sword felt heavy. Oh god, she thought, I've never held a sword before. I've never fought. I'm useless. She smiled at Jude, attempting to not seem nervous.

Once making sure that the holster was on appropriately, Lucy ran to the deck of the ship. She nearly tripped on the stairs in her hurry. At first, nothing felt real. When her eyes rested on her ship, she felt as if she couldn't speak. Then she saw him. The captain who had left her for dead. He was standing, watching her with a hunger in her eyes that she had never seen before in a man. Her eyes darted to Jude. "That's my ship," she yelled.

When she looked back the man was walking closer to her, his sword drawn. Her hands shook as she drew her sword. Then their swords met, Lucy felt a rush, she could hear her heart pounding in her ears. As he stepped back she swung her sword, something wet splashed across her. It was warm. It was blood. It's smell was intoxicating. Suddenly her knees felt weak and she stumbled backwards. He swung at her and barely missed her stomach. Her eyes grew wide with fear. I could die.