Aris stood there, watching the crew throw fishing nets overboard to bring up the stolen spoils, when something suddenly pinched her. She whirled around to find a dark pirate, about a foot taller than she. His grin was terribly familiar, she had seen it on the faces of many a drunken oaf coming out of the tavern and spying her.<br/><br/>"'Ello miss! 'Twas a blessing the capt'in didn't throw ye over. That means I can have ye all to m'self." His grin widening, he reached a work-worn hand towards her, and she spotted an opportunity. She grabbed his dagger that hung from his belt and pointed it at his throat, the cool metal waiting to slice his juggular open and spill his dark blood onto the deck.<br/><br/>He paused, clearly somewhat shocked, before continuing. "Now, lass. There be no reason to get snappy." The blade inched its way across his chest, to where his cold heart would be. He still looked concerned, so he said. "Just put the knife down."<br/><br/>With a flick of the wrist, she thrust the dagger down, where is hummed for a moment before being still. The man howled in pain which made a quite a few men look. He bent down and tried to pry the knife out of his bloodied foot, which squirted crimson this way and that. Aris grinned and leaned down to murmur." Tell your mates that you'll have to be better than that to get me." She began to walk away, grinning with the satisfaction that she would not be bothered with by just anyone aboard this ship.<br/><br/>She had learned that from her grandfather, much to her father's dismay when he found out his daughter was doing swordsplay. "She is just a girl, Father, you can't teach her such things!" He shouted to the old man, who had been caught in the barn, showing Aris how to throw a knife. Her grandfather's response stayed with her ever since, "She won't always have someone to protect her." She remembered on her sixteenth birthday, he had given her his prized blades. "Grandfather, I can't take these! I'm not ready!" She tried to convince him when she recieved the scimitars. "You're ready, my dear. I'm old, I can't use them anymore. You, on the other hand, may need them." Oh how right he was.