Elizabeth grew incredibly tense as she stood against the wall rigidly. She should've known something like this would happen. Leave it to plain pirate men to get the job done. Yeah right. She could hear the yells and shouts outside the cabin she was hidden in, swallowing hard to herself each time she thought she heard gun shots getting closer. She wasn't liking this. At all. And she couldn't jump aboard. She couldn't swim, and she was terrified of water. What was there to do, but to fight?<br/><br/>She figured that soon enough, pirates might be able to get into the cabin anyways. She knew the crew she'd been stuck with wouldn't be enough. But hopefully they did the best they could, in the least. Her hands had started to tremble without her realizing, and she immediately scolded herself silently and mentally, only to realize her knees were shaking just the same.<br/><br/>This wouldn't happen now. After enough battles, you get scared. But not now. After a moment of scolding herself again she was stock still, her gun steadily trained on the door with her finger on the trigger, shoulder level and with the safety off. She would be ready. She wouldn't go. Yet Elizabeth was smart enough to know that these pirates wouldn't kill her. If they wanted her, it was probably for what she knew, or money, at least. So they wouldn't kill her. Possibly hurt her. But not kill.<br/><br/>Jumping terribly when hearing glass smash on one of the windows, Elizabeth was quick to turn that way, only to realize what had been thrown in. A smoke grenade had been thrown in, she noticed immediately. But without taking the time to cover her mouth, nor having enough time to react either, the door had been crashed through. Out of reflex she pointed at the door again, shooting three times but she wasn't sure she had hit whoever it was that had ran in just because she had already started going into a coughing fit from the smoke.<br/><br/>Quickly putting her sleeve over her mouth first, she tried to breathe correctly but just continued to cough. Her eyes stung from the smoke just the same but she refused to close them, just like she refused to lower her gun, ready to aim at anything that moved towards her. She'd go down fighting and screaming if she had to.<br/><br/>Just the same, the moment she had broke into a coughing fit, she was rushing to the opposite side of the wall, away from the door, coughing all the while. "Stay back!" She warned in a shout, half bent over while she was trying to catch her breath still, trying to shield her eyes from the smoke with her other arm that was holding the gun.