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Thread: Give me that treasure, matey! (Autumn and LifeonMars)

Within the hidden veil of the storm the ship The Good Fortune sailed towards it's prey. She was strong and she was fast, with twelve cannons and a full crew of the most wretched men to be born of women. Her crew was preparing themselves for battle, climbing the rigging and working her to full efficiency to keep her from being dashed to bits by the storm. In the middle of the deck one man stood still, towering over the others as he watched The Deadly Siren shadow growing more and more clear. His hand, toughened by the sun and toil, scratched his chin in thought. Tonight, everything would be coming to him. Captain James Morris, or his more apt persona, Murderous Morris, was one the the most feared men to sail the seven seas. He was said to have captured over a thousand ships in his time, and to have plundered enough riches to buy off the queen himself as his personal whore. Standing over six feet tall and with a broad, muscular chest he was terror personified with long black hair and a hardened face that marked him as a man more willing to murder than look at ya. He wore a black long coat and tricorner hat, both marked with numerous pistol shot and stab wounds. Underneath his body was covered in various scars from his battles, for he never stood behind while his crew engaged in bloodshed. It was rumored he could not be killed, for no matter how badly his was injured or how many times he was shot he simply would not back down. Some say it was because he had died years ago and the devil had taken his skin as his own. Others said it was because the devil feared him so much he would not allow him to die. His closest mates knew the truth however he was just to stubborn, to full of fire to die. His first mate came up to him, shielding himself from the wind and rain as he tired to talk to his Captain. Be is wise to attack in this weather Sir? He cried out. Can 'ardly see in this blasted gail! Morris just laughed. If you think a drizzle like this will keep me from my prize you are sorely mistaken! Tell the men to raise the black flag and ready their swords. Muskets will be useless in this wetness! His grin grew even eider at the though, always preferring the clash of sword and steel over the shot of powder. His ran his hands over his cutlass in anticipation, eagerly looking forward to his confrontation with the legendary Bloody Evie. They won't be expecting an attack on themselves in this storm. Let's she how she fares when the tables are turned for once.
Thread: Give me that treasure, matey! (Autumn and LifeonMars)

Self-confidence, maybe even arrogance, was the underlying trait that made her the pirate she had become. She was truly a defiance of stereotypes, choosing to rise above the limitations of being a beautiful, petite woman. In fact, she used it all to her advantage, only confirming her heart of stone. Arrogance was dangerous, though, as it bested all logic with her. She never feared being defeated because her sheer determination didn't allow for any doubt in her mind. Eve knew that one day the very real possibility of being captured could occur, but when that day came she would accept her fate. She was a legend that would outlast the sands of time, though the one to overpower her would live in infamy forever, too. The other ship was gaining speed, quickly approaching her vessel. The Deadly Siren turned her massive starboard side, anchoring firmly in the direct center of The Good Fortune's path. The black flag of the enemy ship was raised, waving its intentions to her. Raise the flags! She screamed, voice rising above the howl of the wind. Show them no mercy! Eve stood proudly on the deck, eyes like two emeralds remaining locked on the enemy, shielded by the black hat situated firmly atop her head. Behind her, the enormous crimson flag of death rippled in the wind, its emblem of black and gold visible even in the pitch of night. While the crew worked deftly to prepare for a battle, Bloody Evie reached up to grasp a rope near a mast, hoisting herself up on the ledge of the ship. Freezing rain licked at her body, soaking her clothes, though her blood boiled too fiercely beneath her veins for her to notice the cold. Full lips were set into a smirk, enthralled by the challenge of a ship that dared to be hostile toward her. The forceful breeze rocked them on the sea like a cradle, but Eve's balance never faltered. We're ready, my Captain. The voice of her first mate, her last living brother, called out to her. Eve never looked back at Avery, but her voice boomed once more. Men, tonight we become richer than ever before! Get ready to ATTACK!
Thread: Give me that treasure, matey! (Autumn and LifeonMars)

A wave of excitement passed over the crew as The Deadly Siren prepared herself for battle. Morris drew his cutlass and raised it to the darkened skies. Hard to starboard and prepare the cannons! Make sure you don't sink her now, we need the Captain alive! His men let out a hearty roar in response, readying themselves for battle. Like spiders the crawled up the rigging, grasping ropes to ready themselves for boarding. The Good Fortune turned hard to starboard, her anchor catching on the sea floor and stopping them from ramming the enemy. The two ships were evenly matched in size and firepower, it would surely come down to a clash of swords to determine the victor. In the haze of rain and wind Captain Morris could barley make out the enemy, but a lone finger hanging onto the mast caught his eye. Somehow he could feel her presence there, the way a wolf knew another had entered its territory. He grinned as his men jeered and roared at the other ship, their swords ready to make food for the sharks. Without wasting any time Morris called to arms! FIRE! Below his cannons burst to life, their charges firing in a deafening explosion that Morris knew by heart. The cannons tore into the The Deadly Siren, his men aiming to incapacitate rather than destroy in order to protect their investment. Without skipping a beat Morris pointed his cutlass towards their prey, giving the signal to board. Leave their Captain to me! Only I am allowed to take her down!
Thread: Give me that treasure, matey! (Autumn and LifeonMars)

The two captains of opposing ships were in sync, Eve yelling out Fire! at the exact moment he had given the order across the way. The thunderous boom rang out more loudly than the echoes in the sky, almost as if their war was a challenged to God, Himself. Cannons soared through the air in opposite directions, though hers had the intention of destroying The Good Fortune. Eve only had a moment to watch a few of her cannons catapult into the other vessel before the powerful blows collided into her beloved ship. Nearly knocked off the ledge, she tightened her grip about the column, green eyes searching through the haze to find her equal rank. There, centered among the crew, was a man with his cutlass pointed directly at them. They were coming aboard. Smirk dropped from her face, the shock of the truth settling across her features. Before she could warn her crew, her brother's voice shouted a warning. They're coming aboard! Slash them to pieces! Eve screamed, turning to jump off her perch onto the deck. There was an understanding between herself and the men that no one ever touched the enemy captain. They knew better than to rob Bloody Evie of that victory the halls of the inside quarters were decorated with the swords of fallen captains who thought they could defeat her. Eve pushed herself through the throng of her crew, watching as they prepared for combat. Her pulse accelerated with excitement, hopeful that the leader would come aboard, too. It had been a few days since she'd taken a life, and she was almost in a frenzy thirsting for blood.
Thread: Give me that treasure, matey! (Autumn and LifeonMars)

For one moment all that could be heard was the sound of rain and waves churning. Then, with a crash of thunder the crew of The Good Fortune descended on the The Deadly Siren like a flock of saw hawks. The swung on ropes from their rigging, their boots and bare feet landing on deck with swords and knives drawn and ready. Without pistol this would prove to be a bloody battle, one the men would relish. Like a pack of wild dogs they attacked, striking at the opposing pirate crew with their weapons clashing. They expected no mercy and gave none, no quarter would be given this night! The deck filled with men from both sides fighting, the sound of screams and swords filling the air. Blood mixed with seawater as the bodies fell, some of them struggling to hold down their gaping wounds. Avery himself had been flanked by two of Morris's men, nearly getting himself skewered before he slashed one across the face and slitting the others belly open. Just as he had dispatched those louts a huge blow to the back of the head send him tumbling across the deck, Morris having joined his crew and swung aboard delivering a strike with his boot against the first mate. He just laughed at the site, searching for his quarry. He spotted her by the mast and felt his blood pumping at the sight of her, her green eyes piercing his own as her drenched clothes stuck to her body showing of her luscious figure. But it was those eyes, those cruel, bloodthirsty eyes that enticed him. With a grin he tossed off his coat, heavy with water, to the side leaving him in his white sailing shirt. He made his way towards her, shoving aside any man who dared get in his way.
Thread: Give me that treasure, matey! (Autumn and LifeonMars)

This was a first for her her prey boarding her ship, thus turning the tables and becoming the predator. To some, it would be disheartening but not to her. She was far more vicious than any man dared to be, and the goal of defending that which was hers only motivated her more. Bodies fell quickly from both sides, the crimson liquid splashing down on her like the rain. The stench of death was powerful, but the aroma was like perfume to her nostrils. From her stance, Eve could see who she presumed to be Murderous Morris boarding The Deadly Siren. The smirk of arrogance crept across her face again, watching as he booted some poor wretch. It was only when the victim's face was illuminated by the lightning that she recognized him. Avery, her Avery. Tears would have been shed for him had she been capable of any such emotion. Instead, it only added fuel to the fire, the internal flames burning wildly. Plump lips twisted into a scowl as her intimidating stare locked on Morris. She let out a blood-curdling scream of anger, hand extending to point directly at him. You're mine! She stated, following suit by pulling off her own coat to reveal a white-bodice top with scarlet sleeves. She wanted the fight to be fair and even so that she could say she killed him without any advantages. Her hat blew off her head, unleashing wild red waves. Heavy feet picked up quickly, advancing toward him. With eyes still locked on his face, her left hand reached for her blade, drawing it quickly. Arm waved with skill, slashing whoever was in her path. When she reached him, she halted, chin tilted to him. He was much taller than her, a good seven inches, and had to double her in size, but she was not frightened. The torrential downpour stuck to her eyelashes, nearly blurring her vision, but she did not care. Well well well, if it isn't Morris. I'm flattered you came aboard to visit, love, but it's a shame you'll be leaving so soon. I hope the sharks are hungry.
Thread: Give me that treasure, matey! (Autumn and LifeonMars)

Morris laughed at her attitude, a fitting one for a captain of her standing. I have no plans on staying aboard, but we will have plenty of time to get to know one another aboard my ship. His raised his blade, his wicked smile reflecting off it. I will be taking your treasures as my own Evie, and nothing will stand in my way. She was even more beautiful than the rumors spoke of. The rain soaked through her bodice, giving him an enticing view of her body. Her red hair blew in the wind, her face full of fire and a beauty most rare. Perhaps that map would not be the only treasure he plundered this night... The ships moved with the ocean as the waves churned around them, several men being dragged overboard as a wave swept over the deck on Morris's ship. The bloodshed had not stopped for a moment, but the screams and cries of the others fell on deaf ears as all Morris could focus on was the woman in front of him. With a roar he charged, his blade posed to strike. Unfortunately he was at the disadvantage, aiming to capture her instead of kill. His sword came down on her own, jerking hard to the right to try and knock it out of her hands.
Thread: Give me that treasure, matey! (Autumn and LifeonMars)

He was cocky, just like her. The difference was, he didn't have anything to prove. Perhaps a little of her attitude originated from feminism, the thirst to show her independence in a man's world. She chuckled at him, never faltering from his blade. You have already taken something that belongs to me, but no more of my treasures will be your own. Head nodded in the direction of her brother. My blood and his were the same and in exchange for that, I will serve him justice. Life for a life. Instinct told her to strike, but she was holding back. She wanted him to be the one to initiate the combat, to let him feel like he had the upper hand for the moment. Eve could feel his eyes burning on her body, a distraction he could not afford. Her free hand went to her hip, awaiting for his charge. Finally, it came. He was skilled, but he was sloppy. She turned her body quickly, missing the knife to her body. However, it seemed he was aimed to disarm her, not harm her. Left foot stepped to the side, pivoting her body around. Her weapon was tossed into the air, caught with her right hand. Ambidextrous, a hidden talent. Right wrist flicked, slashing at his arm. Unfortunately, the battle of the others was catching up to them. She'd have no way of seeing one of his crew members being knocked backward, crashing into her and knocking her off balance. Fate made the weapon crash to the ground with a sting, quickly changing the outcome of the fight. She wasted no time to wait for him, lunging quickly for the blade.
Thread: Give me that treasure, matey! (Autumn and LifeonMars)

Hmm, he had almost forgotten about that chap he belted. Your brother eh? Let's hope you can last longer than he! He had been to cocky, her size and beauty giving him a false impression of weakness. He should have known better after hearing the stories in the taverns and ports. His blade didn't even come close as she moved to the side, taking him completely off guard. She was like the ocean itself, fluid and graceful, but also harsh and deadly. He knew this when he felt her blade slash at his arm, cutting through shirt and skin and drawing blood. He didn't cry out, only gritting his teeth as the blood soaked into the white of his clothing. You fight well, for a woman at least, he said with a grin, knowing such a comment would be rile her. He saw one of his men bash into her, disrupting their fight and sending her sword across the deck. He landed near his foot and with a quick kick it was up in the air where he caught it in one hand. He looked it over, his eyes going from the blade to her as she lay kneeled on the ground. If he wanted, he could capture her now. She would be helpless against his sword. This is a fine blade, he said with a grin, shall we continue? As if they were the best of friends he handed her her sword, pulling himself back a bit to give her room to stand. He was Captain James Murderous Morris, and he would not have it be said he took down the infamous Bloody Evie by a stroke of luck.
Thread: Give me that treasure, matey! (Autumn and LifeonMars)

The blood from his arm called out to her, like a beast to its prey. She laughed maniacally, lips pursed forward. And you fight poorly for a man. I want your last thought to be how you died at the hand of a woman. She spat, her lust for blood apparent in her brilliant eyes. Before her hand could grasp the hilt of her weapon, his foot sent it upward into his hand. She snarled as he examined it, though her heart skipped a beat. There was a brief moment when the world stopped for her, all time coming to a halt. It was just the two of them, her Golden Chalice grasped firmly in his grip. It would be a pity to die by her own blade, though it did seem honorable to her. To die and drift out to sea, a place that was so much like herself. Surely, the waves would envelop her, engulfing her fiery spirit and causing her to make the waters more dangerous. However, when he offered it back to her, her jaw fell slightly ajar. She snatched it quickly, offering no thanks for his mercy. Eve would finish this he would pay for his crimes. Both hands grasped the solid handle, pulling it into her chest. Her light footsteps swirled around him like a dance, her back to his. You and I could have gone on sailing the seas in separate directions. You must be bored of this life since you are so anxious to end it. With that, she was in front of him again, her blade pointing at his neck. But not yet. I won't make it that easy. She pulled her arm back, withdrawing it from his throat.
Thread: Give me that treasure, matey! (Autumn and LifeonMars)

He laughed when she pulled her blade back, finding her appetite for blood invigorating. He hadn't faced an opponent like this in years. The way she moved, each step a graceful dance towards her opponents death, was truly a thing of beauty. He would have to contemplate it later on however, as right now he needed to finish this. He snapped forward with his sword, slashing at her front and forcing her backwards. She relied on grace and movement to avoid her opponent, so he would remove that by backing her into a corner. Each slash of his blade moved them closer and closer to the bow of her ship, the rock and rolling of the waves moving the deck underneath them. He was perfectly at ease there, his sea legs perfectly balanced and his body shrugging off the torrent of rain. As they grew closer to the edge of the edge of the ship he grabbed a marlin spike from the side of her railing, throwing the wooden club at her head while he moved in to take her down.
Thread: Give me that treasure, matey! (Autumn and LifeonMars)

They sauntered about the deck of her ship like it was a ballroom floor, the clang of metal ringing out ever so often. She easily avoided the combat of the thinning crews, legs hopping over corpses when necessary. He was becoming faster with her movements, finding a way to use her small size against her. Amidst a battle, she was limited in her maneuvers, and his giant strides were forcing her to the bow. Eve knew his plan, though she was stuck in avoiding it completely. The impending victory still belonged to her thus far as he was already stained with blood and she was not. Each time he made a slash, she arched back at him with twice the fervor. The tip of her sword stabbed at him several times, toying with him as she wasn't ready to make the kill. Unfortunately for Eve, he used his brute strength to chuck another weapon at her head. She had no choice but to duck, breaking her eye contact with him. Doubled over, she charged at him, head aiming for his groin as a method of teaching him a lesson for defiling her ship.
Thread: Give me that treasure, matey! (Autumn and LifeonMars)

He was bleeding all over from the small stab wounds that she had laid into his body, but still he showed no signs of stopping. She was toying with him, he could tell. But that insult would be forgiven, after all, he wasn't exactly serious either. He saw her avoid his projectile, coming down low and aiming for a headbutt. This would prove her undoing as it meant she would have to come in close, right into his length of arm. Feigning ignorance he allowed her to move in close right before he he pivoted on his foot, using her own move against her and causing her to move past him. Reaching out he grabbed a handful of her red hair and yanked back on it, sending her flying backwards and right into his grasp. He let his own sword drop, using his right hand to slam into her throat and plow her right into the deck of the ship hard. The wood creaked as she hit it, disrupting the puddle that had grown on the deck. His other hand grasped her sword arm, keeping the blade from being used against him. His grip tightened, not enough to cut off her air completely but enough to show her he had her under his control. You've lost, my dear.
Thread: Give me that treasure, matey! (Autumn and LifeonMars)

If there had been a moment of retrospect, Eve would have admitted to herself how stupid of a move she had made. It was the second mistake she had made in her entire lifetime as a pirate, the first being when she let anger and emotion control her actions. Bloody Evie, the legendary woman Captain known throughout the world as the most brutal killer to all of mankind, had been captured so easily with a man's bare hands. Her heart thudded against her chest walls, almost as if it was going to explode within her ribcage. He incapacitated her with skill, his fist to her throat causing her to cough and gasp for air almost simultaneously with her short stature causing her diaphragm to slam into the wooden edge. The double blow made her dizzy, her knees buckling slightly. She felt his hand about her arm, holding her sword away from her. She held tightly to it, jerking her arm violently, though it was useless. Agility was her asset, physical strength was her weakness. His words reverberated in her ears, the reality falling down on her like a ton of bricks. It didn't matter that she had hacked into his skin, causing his sweet blood to flow from his veins and taint his white shirt. What mattered was that everyone on the ship, whether they were from her crew or his, had stopped fighting long enough to see her at the mercy of his grip. I will never lose. She answered, her voice rough and raspy from the assault. I'm Bloody Evie. You will never change that. Her fingers were growing numb, no longer able to hold on to her weapon. It slipped from her hand, the sound of it echoing throughout the night. She had been bested, that was for certain. Both of her arms went limp, her head tilting back to his shoulder. So then end it. She whispered, eyes closing in anticipation of her death.
Thread: Give me that treasure, matey! (Autumn and LifeonMars)

Below both crew had come to a stop, his own at the anticipation of their victory, hers in shock. Te rain poured around them thunder crashing in the heavens above as if signifying the victory of a titan. The lull in battle did not last long however. Morris's crew had been taught never to give up fighting until the enemy was completely destroyed, and with Bloody Evie herself their captive her crew was no longer of any use. The pirates let out a war cry and fell upon the pirates of the Deadly Siren, the tide of battle having turned in their favor by the huge blow to moral by Morris. Morris watched as she waited for her end, anticipating the release the death would bring. Oh no, my dear Evie, he said with a devilish smirk, I am not yet done with you. You're treasure it what I'm after, and I won't kill you until I feel the wight of your gold in my hands. He knew she would never relinquish her treasure, even in the face of death. Even now she hadn't offered to bribe him in exchange for her life, her pride too strong to stoop to such a low move. Letting her throat go reached back and with his fist hit her square in her stomach, knocking the wind out of her and allowing him to turn her on her side. Pulling out his red sash he quickly wrapped her wrists, knowing he would need to keep an eye on her to ensure she couldn't escape him. Below the remainder of her men had thrown down her weapons, their faces tiered and bloodied as his men surrounded them. Numerous corpses littered the deck, the blood washing off the side and attracting sharks looking for an easy meal. Morris came to the top of the deck, his prize forced to her feet by his strong hands. One held her wrists back while other kept its grip on her hair, forcing her face out to look over her complete defeat.