Elizabeth had woken up that morning as grumpy as ever. She had been stuck in an office for the past week or so due to something a higher commander had ordered. She had been forced to check over some things- Make sure the information was correct, boring things like that. She naturally would've been relieved- But she hated the way she was going to be going to the front lines of the battle field this time. Elizabeth hated the water. And yet she'd be stuck on a boat with a group of who she called mangy pirates.<br/><br/>Having risen early with hidden excitement and anticipation, it was a naturally quick thing to shower and get dressed in rather fancy clothing but at the same time fitting for someone high up in the military. Her badges were against her breast of the top she wore, giving off what role and rank she played. But she wore this with pride- Never having thought to ever need to hide such a thing.<br/><br/>It felt like days instead of hours until she was ready to board the ship, despite what queasiness it brought along, feeling as though her stomach had just taken a drop. She hated the water- and always had since she was little. She couldn't swim, and the thought and fear of a boat sinking, or falling into the water, was a nightmare.<br/><br/>"Commander Nixon, the ship is ready to board." She heard one of the military men state, standing by where she would board the ship, then be left into the hands of the group of pirates who had been assigned with the boat. The soldier stood at attention, hand to his head in the correct stance. "Stand down." Was all she had stated while she walked past, and the man dropped his hand and arm to his side, standing still as a statue while she walked past. Everyone knew she wasn't a wise choice of a person to mess with.<br/><br/>She might've been as pretty as a rose, but just like a rose she had her thorns. And her's were particularly sharp. At first when having joined the military she hadn't been taken seriously, everyone musing she was simply a pretty and petty woman trying to get some money. But it didn't take long for them to learn their place when she had single handedly taken down an officer without so much as her hands.<br/><br/>With her first step onto the boat the already queasy and nauseous feeling only hit her harder. But she kept her cool- And took the second step required to be considered fully on the boat deck. She very nearly twitched at the looks she was getting from the men aboard. "Lift the anchor!" She heard someone shout. And who she assumed was the captain of the deck, or at least who would be in charge other then her- Since she was just an honored guest, in the least- was soon standing before her.<br/><br/>"Well hello, Nixon. Aren't you a-" Elizabeth knew what was about to be said, but didn't need to look at the man beside her to already have a gun held against his forehead. "Call me anything but Commander Nixon and you won't live to finish the trip, captain." She stated coldly, causing everyone aboard to pause momentarily. He tried playing it off cool, fixing his top while Elizabeth had taken away the gun a moment later. "I... Apologize... Commander, Nixon." He stressed the word commander this time, hurrying his way back to the top deck where the steering took place.<br/><br/>Elizabeth had followed the captain up to the top deck to stand right against the railings, watching what other men were on board to do what each job was- Though she didn't care to know. She didn't want to be around boats any longer then she had to. So it was surprising when they had just left the bay, left precious land, that another ship was coming straight for the one she was currently on. She nearly felt as though she'd have a heart attack when hearing a man yell, "Brace for impact!"<br/><br/>The other ship wasn't stopping. Out of reflex, Elizabeth clung to the railing as soon as she could, just in time to refrain herself from being tossed over the edge onto the main deck where she had boarded with an "Oof!"<br/><br/>"What the hell?!" She snapped in a shout, just as she heard a shout that must've come from the other ship 'Board!'. Elizabeth was quick to realize there were more people- Pirates, boarding the ship. Her ship. "Move, Nixon, move!" She heard the captain who had been beside her shout, and before she knew it she was being shoved into a room of some type. She guessed it was the captain's bunker by the looks of it. But before she could try and open the door it had already been blocked though she couldn't tell by what.<br/><br/>The ones on her own ship didn't have many weapons- But they'd fight to the death. The captain was skilled enough to know what this was, and had quickly taken out his gun to shoot anyone down that stepped even close to the stairs leading up to the higher deck. He knew just as well as anyone that he'd do anything to protect the commander- Just like anyone on that ship would. That had been their job. So in the end even if there was only one man left and the commander was safe- Their job would be done.<br/><br/>Elizabeth pressed her ear to the door to try and listen, but soon thought better of it and hid against one of the walls of the room, to the right of the door but not across from it. If someone shot through, now she wouldn't be in the way of harm. But she listened carefully, a gun pointed and trained on the door, held there by a steady hand.