Natalie watched the pirate's crew board the Queen Anne's Revenge, wondering if they were that brave, or just horribly stupid. Hearing the comment on them being "mad", she couldn't help but nod. However, as much as she hated pirates, she couldn't just leave them now that they had helped her own crew out. Shouting to her own men to assist the pirates on board Blackbeard's ship, Natalie found herself fighting side by side the dirty men as they fought for their lives against the notorious crew.<br/><br/>She helped one of her own men with a particularly tough pirate, managing to knock him overboard with the aide of the other pirate captain's crew members. A brief nod to him had all three scattering to continue the battle. It wasn't long, or at least it didn't feel like long, before the found of a flintlock going off plunged the majority of the three crews into silence, all turning to the source. Blackbeard stood with a seemingly deadly injury to his face, but instead of falling to the deck below the old pirate simply grinned as the injury began to heal. A few members of his crew laughed before turning their attention back to the invaders.<br/><br/>Natalie had seen her fair share of disgusting things and odd events in her time on the sea, but this one was new.<br/><br/>"What the hell?" She muttered, eyes still locked on the rapidly healing pirate's face. That shouldn't have been possible. Men didn't simply walk away from something like that, not even pirates. Something was clearly wrong here, and whatever it was, Natalie felt they didn't stand a very good chance against it. She quickly sought out the other pirate captain, hoping he wasn't planning on continuing this seemingly suicidal attack. They needed to get away, plan, regroup, maybe figure out what the heck was going on first.