A/N Can you all guess what time it is?

[Crickets chirp]

Well, um, fine then. For all of you who haven't guessed, it's time for my third chapter! This, as I have promised, will contain an epic fight between the pirates and the lobster… fine Royal Navy members. Or I will try to provide that. Now, I would like to give thanks to my two, yes two, one more than last time [Hooray!] reviews:

hanyougirl: Haza! You liked it! And you wrote your review all cool like. So, here's the update like you asked for.

anubaka: I'm also glad I can but out my work for you to enjoy, and that you can review on it! I'm really honored you put me on your alerts. As for what my resolution was, a girl named Pale Moonlight foolishly entered FF.net a couple of months ago, was a terrible updater, wrote to many stories, and got sick of the whole writing thing. But, she could not stop writing, so for New Years she promised to become a better authoress, to be a good updater, and never again to drown in too many stories. I have all this in my bio page, but that is my shortened version for you. And your remark, you made me laugh out loud. Silly.

But by now, you're probably on your way to the story, tired of Pale Moonlight's ramblings, so on to it!

Disclaimer: So, ye still haven't learned yet, have ye? Well, I suppose that ye don't be wantin' ye nose anymore, do ye?

Deep Blue

By Pale Moonlight

Chapter 3: Attack

As H. J. Higurashi took his dying breath, the captain of the pirates jumped over the distance separating the two ships, unshielded a glittering cutlass, and swung a flash of light across his throat. The poor man never stood a chance.

So stood the noble remains of the ship, and those loyal to the Higurashi name, those who had forsaken the safe underbelly of the ship to bask in the sun and nobly fight the pirates to death, stood all about. But as the pirate captain pointed his shimmering blade their way, fear ate at the back of their minds. The captain stood firm his ground, as though time had been stopped by the whipping of the shaft of light he seemed to possess. The fear grew stronger, interrupting their thoughts with instances of which the deceased Commodore had let them down, of what a stingy, self centered man he'd been. Were they to die for this Scrooge?

The captain remained standing in his spot, barely breathing, just looking at the scattered bunch of men around the ship. Fear screamed at their brains to run, hide, and abandon the others for their own protection. Their warrior's instinct was steadily growing smaller, and voice softer as their brains processed the new information.

One man, right up in front, took one measly step back, telling himself it was merely to adjust his weight. The captain smiled. A mistake, from the greatest of all forces, had been made.

From pirates, noise of the devils admitted. Screams, hollers, shrieks melted together in some sort of death song. Men, by the seemingly thousands leaped the gap between the boats, all standing behind there captain. He seemed amused, the captain, and the ones able to suppress their utter fear saw the looks on the younger men's face and understood his twisted amusement. The captain raised his arm, and lowered it. The pirate's faces told what was to happen. Many of hands lost control of the weapon they held watched their defense drop to the floor.

The pirates rushed at the line of men, shouting their yells. One ran, seeking his life, only to have a sword pressed into his back.

" Coward," said Uedo, drawing out his cutlass.

Around him showed the same scene again and again. Men drew their fancy, long blades, trying to keep two or three pirates off of them. The clang of metal deafened the air. The pirate on the side beat the man's defenses, stabbing him in the side. He dropped to his knees in pain, to meet a quick slash across the throat.

" Not bad, for a redcoat, aye?" said one as he kicked the body overboard.

" Yeah, held out for a while. AAYY!" yelled the pirate, racing to his next victim.

The man met a quick bullet through the heart. The pirate bent down and stole his silver pistol.

Cutlass dug into throat after neck after heart, and knives crippled the strong. Daggers were scarce, but often but into play against a short sword from a lobsterback. A pistol would fire every once and again, silencing the moment. Blood was becoming a problem, pirates fought for balance. Sand was spilled but not at a good enough rate. The captain smiled; that always was a good sign.

" Alright, keep it up! We almost be there, men!" yelled the captain, beheading the man in front of him.

Sword met sword, setting off a few sparks, filling the air with its ring. Slash after slash fell, as man after man fell. The stink of death overrode the stench of blood. Another man fell in a pool of blood, his left arm gone and chest bleeding. The captain faced one of the few remaining men. The man held out his sword, brow wet with sweat and breaths coming in harshly. The captain merely smirked. " Claws of BLOOD!"

So stood only one, in a puddle of blood of his comrades. About him he recognized faces, pale and red, all dead. Vomit was building up in his neck, but he suppressed the desire as the captain walked over the corpses to him.

" So, my good man," said the captain, grabbing the man's throat and lifting him up, "if ye could direct us to where ever ye keep things of value, ye may be spared."

The man answered by spitting in the pirate's face.

Preparing for a slap, the man opened his eyes to see the captain wipe away the spit and smile at him.

" What be your name?" asked the captain.

" Jonathan S. Peterson," spat the man.

" Well, Mr. Peterson," replied the captain, "ye seem to hold the courage of the entire country of England. I be deliberating not killen' you."

Gasps came from the pirates, who crowded around their captain. Uncertainty spread around them.

" Inuyasha, do you think that's a good idea?" asked Miroku.

" Now that I be thinking 'bout it, I think I shall. Had ye not spit in my face," the captain smirked as the man paled. " Kill him!" he shouted, tossing the man into the crowds. A scream entered the air, but was replaced by crunching of bones and slipping of meat.

Miroku paled. Inuyasha looked only ahead, trying not to imagine what his crew did behind him.

" Alright, we now be having to do a search of the ship. Spread and shout if ye find something. I be meaning it! I don't want a single pound go unmarked! Now Go!"

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Sango leaped off her box. Rather, she pretty much dropped down.

" Why is it now quiet?" asked Kagome, her heart beating.

" They won," managed Sango, looking only to the floor.

It was still for a second. Oxygen seemed to choke the to into the room, everything seemed lost in the blackness. Sango kept her eyes to the floor, letting Kagome sink in her own thoughts. What was there now for them?

The door pounded. Sango placed a hand over Kagome's mouth, silencing her gasp. The whole frame seemed to shake, gradually shoving father and father in, slipping in more and more light. Sango rush against the door, her heart exploding, praying with her ever being the noise to stop. Kagome only slowly backed off, eyes wide, fear pulsing though her veins. For a split second, her lungs refused the air she tried to draw in, and she ran to the door, throwing her weight against it with Sango.

" Damn," an all too familiar, feminine voice cursed.

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Sayuir shifted through the shadows, drawing ever close to the main stairway. It mattered not to her, the only thing on her mind was the scent in her nostrils, the rat lurking about the area. A pink tail flipped out of the darkness and Sayuir leaped to it. She felt it struggle in her hands, scratching about with tiny, dirty claws and flashing its grimy, yellow teeth. With a quick apply of pressure, the despicable vermin fell dead in her hands.

Screams passed through the thin wooden doors at the top of the stairways and into Sayuir's sensitive hanyou ears. She could hear each man's cry, every hit of swords, the firing of every pistol, the yell of every pirate, and the sneer off every lip. Her hand bunched up the fabric around her legs. How dare they attack us, the cowards! She'd never heard of such an atrocity, attacking a defenseless ship. They didn't even have anything of real value here.

The noise quickly diminished above her head. Her breath stopped and slowed; her feet backing down the stairs. The sly crawl through the shadows turned to a mad all out sprint. Sayuir could hear them, fifteen at least, storm down the stairs. The wind bit her eyes as she flew down; deep into what at once seemed to be a ship. But as light ate away shadows and places to hide, and the noise kept thundered down to her, it seemed to turn hopeless.

And then, at last, her salvation! The hallway! She raced into it, went to the third door down, and stood for a second in front of the door. Sayuir praised everything she knew for letting her get there. The roar drew ever closed, and Sayuir pounded on the door.

Nothing. No answer, no quick opening and shove inside, not even a go away. What was this, it was the hallway, the right door, why was nothing happening? She drummed on the door, her eyes starting to tear. Why won't they open the bloody door? She shook the door, threatening to break down the wall, but it mattered not, the door failed not to relent. A man of some sort crept about the corner, and Sayuir knew she was trapped.

" Damn," she cursed, beheading the rat and tossing it behind her.

A pirate looking man stood before her, wearing baggy, tattered brown pants, stained with blood, red and white striped shirt, and hair up in some sort of scarf.

" Aye, Snake, Whip, come see what we got here."

From behind him came two men, both poorly dressed, black shirts, brown pants, soaked in blood, and matching grins as they turned the corner.

" We be havin' a lady of fine order here. Here lass, come to Whip," called the man, yellow eyes shining and fangs sticking out.

Sayuir took a step forward, than another, drawing herself closer to the repulsive pirate called Whip. His crimson, clawed hands gripped her chin, his fingers drawing a line about her cheekbone. Sayuir stood upon the tips of her toes as pain shoot through her foot. The man kept looking her face, and Sayuir had no where to look but his. It was dark, scared, and bloody; he'd large bags underneath his eyes, his evil, burning, yellow eyes.

" You're a pretty lass, ain't ya?" the man cooed, his voice cracky and sending an itch through Sayuir. His cutlass lay upon his belt, no longer defended by the pirate's blooded hands. The other two just gaped at her from a distance behind the other pirate.

" If ye be lucky, I might not kill ye. Be a waste of beauty, wouldn't it Jake?" He bent his face down to Sayuir's, staring deeply into her amber eyes, watery yet still with some sort of edge to them. Hanyou she was, inu probably. He looked back into her eyes, and saw something he'd never seen from a woman. Determination, her eyes weren't crumbling, tearing, pleading, they were fierce with determination.

" I have no luck," Sayuir spat, releasing the man's sword.

Woo! Done! Are you confused? You are? You're not really supposed to be. So, how'd you like it? The fight scene was hard; I suck at writing big large-scale fight scenes. So, what'd you think? Like it, hate it, what, come on, tell me! If you are confused, you're not really supposed to be so tell me what you're confused about. Hope you enjoyed. You get a preview this time:

Her eyes burned at him, she seemed frail and moved by the wind, but her eyes told another story. They dared him to come, to attack. She held out her sword.

" Come on," she said behind grinding teeth, "Unsheathe your sword. I've no time to waste on killing you."

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So, I hope you enjoyed chapter three. Please review if you like it, hated it, or don't know what to think. I'm glad you're reading my story, I'm happy to write it for you. Until next time, you princes of reviewing, you kings of readers.

Your Faithful Authoress,

Pale Moonlight