<div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m545/LadyChavez/Pirate.jpg?t=1301465968)</div><strong>Blackbird, boarding the merchant vessel</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The excitement when our ship neared the heavy merchant was almost heady. I had moved to where I could look at it, right after offering the last crew member a drink and receiving a rough grope on the ass. My elbow met his gut when I turned to leave, purely by accident of course, and then I rushed to my preferred viewing spot.<br/><br/>As soon as the order was given I stopped evading gunshots and followed Ailsa on board the merchant. I didn't bother throwing a grappling hook to swing over like she did, though it would be a much more impressive sight for the poor little mice over there, but took advantage of the ships being as good as locked together and jumped. My flight was short and I landed softly like a cat, right behind an unsuspecting crew member who was foolishly trying to tie back a door. Trying to protect something, no doubt, but really? It never ceased to amaze me how stupid people could be when under stress.<br/><br/>I turned his head towards me and pressed my body into his back to make sure he saw my face and recognized that his death would come at the hand of a woman, then dragged my knife easily across his neck just as he was about to yelp out. His blood spilled onto the back of my hand as I cut his throat and I wiped it on the next guy's cheek before ducking from his pistol and delivering a crude stab up under his chin. My shoulders shook with laughter and I darted towards where I saw Ailsa disappear. What was the girl doing, I wondered and decided to keep her exit clean of pests. I remained more or less at the door she'd gone through, evading bullets from my own crew mates and taking care of those who stupidly approached me. This was what I was born to do, raised to do, and by the dark of the oceans did it feel fantastic!