She ran. Ran from everything. She would never look back. She ran from the guns and the swords. The screaming and fighting. The blood and the dying.
She ran from everything. She needed somewhere to hide. She kept running. Her dress was slowing her down. She cut herself on something and her arm was bleeding. She didn't care. She had to get away.
Away from the death that had ruined her life. Away from the hate and the pain. She wouldn't look back.
She ran past the houses on fire, the people burning. The town had been raided by pirates. She would never look back.
Her eyes scanned the harbor searching for somewhere to hide. She saw a boat. It was empty. She ran away from Tortuga, and onto the boat where she hid in a closet.
She cried herself to sleep as her arm went numb. Unfortunately for her she had no idea the boat belonged to pirates.
She would never look back.