Jenna strode up to the railing near the  oncoming boat, cutlass in hand.  She looked up to an enemy in the railing and thrust her palm towards that pirate.  A roiling disk of mist manifested there for a moment.  An icicle shot out of the mist, quick as a crossbow quarrel.<br/>"Come, you parasites!  Meet your end at the hands of honest men and women of the sea!"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">22 Touch to hit, 5 cold damage.</div></div>