The wind whipped the sea into a frenzy. Spray was blasting everywhere, waves crashing over the decks, lightning blasted in the air. The crew was gathered on the deck in a ring around one woman. They stared at her, sneering and yelling vile things. She was sodden, her long brown hair clinging to her wet dress, her coppery skin layered in dirt. The Captain was in front of them, sword drawn, glaring at her. Thunder rumbled in the air and the ship tilted to a sickening height, causing many to have to grab hold of something. She grabbed the mast, it being the nearest thing. The ship settled again and they were back, yelling resumed. 'You're gonna get us all killed' 'witch' 'bitch'. Snippets of jibes thrown across the howling wind. The Captain moved forward, sword tip between the two at all times. She had no choice but to stumble backwards. Tears streamed down her face. 'Don't do this, please' she begged, but it fell on deaf ears. The entire crew believed that a woman on board would surely mean they were all going to die. Well, all but one. She could see him at the back of the crowd, watching grief - stricken. She smiled briefly at him. A short goodbye for all his kindness. She was at the edge now, there was nowhere else to go. She turned to the Captain who just kept coming. 'Please! It's not true the folk tales!' She tried one last time, but she knew it was futile. He grasped the cross - shaped necklace around her neck and began to pray. Images of her happy life before flashed across her eyes. Sunlight, dancing, laughter. All of that was now gone. She began humming her favourite tune, breaking with sobs that wouldn't stop coming. His sword was pressing against her now. She looked him in the eye one last time, all her hatred going through her fierce green eyes. 'I hope you burn' she said, before stepping backwards into thin air.
"Sploosh"
She hit the water with great impact, immediately being tossed and turned by the churning sea. The ship speeded on ahead of her, she glimpsed it through a couple of her flounders. She thought she saw the figure of a blond haired man leaning over the side, but then water covered her vision. It stung, so she closed her eyes tightly against the salt. She fought to keep her head up, gasping watery breaths at every opportunity, but the weight that had been tied to her hand kept dragging her down. She turned her attention to that, taking one deep breath, she forced her eyes to open and, ignoring the pain, tried to undo the rope that was attaching it. She fumbled with the knot, but it was well done and just wouldn't come loose. All hope was draining in her. She tried to swim back to the surface, but she couldn't. Her eyes were wide and she wasted her remaining breath on panicking, kicking violently and screaming. No one could hear you scream underwater.