I do not own Pirate101.
She flipped herself around the wooden mast, quickly, knife in hand, she slashed the shark. She dodged the shark's sword attack swiftly and agilely. She didn't know how much longer she could last. She looked over her shoulder for a half second to see how her crew was faring. They were holding up far better than her. She hoped that it would stay that way so that the battle would be in her favor.
She skillfully danced with the knife in one hand and bottle in the other carefully making sure that the shark didn't get a chance to attack. She couldn't spare the shark any pity. They were the ones that attacked her ship first and the ones that instigated the battle that she was determined to win.
Quickly, she smashed the already broken bottle over the shark's head causing the bottle to shatter and the shark to collapse on the ground. Blood was spattered across the planks. She flipped around and moved towards her first mate, Bonnie Anne. The fox female was fighting off a shark and somehow shooting her gun.
"Need a hand?" she said to her first mate as she saw the shark lay in a hit.
"Sure as hell do, Cap'n" the fox replied.
As quickly as those words were spoken, the captain through her knife forcibly through the sharks back. The blood spraying out the wound. She saw the shark collapse to the ground. Quick as ever she twisted the knife and pulled it out of the sharks back. Blood was now coating her hands.
She then moved quickly to the rest of her crew. They were fighting two sharks. Bonnie Anne aimed her gun at the backs of the sharks. When the first of the two struck she pulled the trigger causing a pure white energy to emerge from the barrel. The energy then hit the shark, causing the shark to flip around, and make himself vulnerable to attack. In the short amount of time given, the dog pirate struck the shark with his sword. Blood pooled to the ground as the shark collapsed. There was only one shark left now.
Using her speed she moved across the deck and threw her knife into the shark's heart killing him on the spot. Blood, once again, pooled on the deck. She pitied whoever had to clean it up, but was glad because she had won. She then moved to pull out her knife. She then looked at her hands, which were covered in blood. She smiled a little, but then winced in pain, the adrenaline from the battle wearing out. She looked at her left arm, which was paining her the most. There was a rip in her once white sleeve that showed a wound, a cut from a sword to be precise.
Even with the wound, she moved the boarding planks from off her ship. It took a lot of work for her because of her height. She was rather short, but not tiny. She had muscle, but not too much muscle. She was lean built, perfect for the knives that she fought with. She was a swashbuckler, a type of pirate that relied on speed and agility, rather than strength.
She looked at the deck and sighed. She knew that it would take a long time to clean up the deck, but that was okay because every one of her crew made it out alive.
A/N This is just the first one shot of this collection. Sorry for it being so incredibly short. Some will be long, some will be shorter. Basically, it's what I feel like writing at the time.