I faced him sword drawn. He wasn't taking me, not again. He smirked and then started to circle round me.
"ye think ye can take me do ye now?" He questioned. I felt intimidated at first but then I realized I shouldn't have been I was taught by the famous Captain Jack Sparrow.
"yes I do think I can take you." He came at me from the front but I blocked and whirled my body into a spin. I came back around and slashed at his side. Leaving my left side open. He saw this and took advantage of it. He cut my left side deep. I stumbled backwards and charged again. Rage was the only thing I felt now. As I swung my sword at him hatefully, I could've sworn I saw fear in his eyes. He was weak, I knew it deep down inside me he was. I nicked him slightly and was feeling pretty proud that I have gotten this far. I jumped back ready to charge again. He looked down at his wound and I saw a look of amazement cross his features. He looked from his wound back up to me. He chuckled to himself.
"Ye're a 'ery good 'ighter. I'm surprised ye made it 'his far. You have been trained well, and prove to be a worthy opponent, but I'm afraid I'll have to end this now." He charged at me with Rage in his eyes. I heard him call out as he came toward me. He swung his sword once to show that the fight was now continuing. We spared around the helm of the ship, blocking, and dodging. He seems to have the upper hand, he backs me to the edge of the ship. I am hanging over the edge of the ship and I looked down to see water below me.
I looked back up to see that he was getting ready to cut me with his cutlass. My eyes widen with fear and I roll. When I roll on my side I feel Marlow's cutlass digging into the skin on my back. I continue my roll and run to the middle of the ship. I swing my sword into ready position and I am ready to spar once more. I never forget the things Jack had taught me. I kept my eyes on him all the while. Standing there and waiting for him. He came at me once more. We spared around the deck once more.
I felt his cutlass cut into my left arm. Tears of pain swelling in my eyes. I couldn't let him win. Not this time, but he seemed to be over powering me. He had already cut my body many times. It had become more difficult to block his attacks. He was using a fighting Technique that I had never experienced before. He backed me into the main mast. Swung back as if to slit my throat, just in the nick of time I ducked from the blow. His sword landed into the main mast and was stuck. While I moved past I swung my foot and tripped Marlow. He landed on the deck with a thud. I quickly stood above him and had the tips of my cutlass on the tip of his nose. He looked up at me with a deep fear within his dark brown eyes. I smiled at my victory. He grinned back at me, and acted calm almost as if he had won the fight. He then said the most stupid thing. It was almost as he knew he was to die no matter what he said. These words filled me with anger. He looked up at me and said
"It's a shame it has to end this way. I 'hink ye were 'he best 'hing I ever raped." I glared at him, Angry over taking my body. My hands almost had a mind of there own as they brought the sword down and right into his heart. I mindlessly stabbed him several other times. I pulled out my sword and kicked his lifeless body over to the side of the ship. I picked him up with what strength I don't know, I threw him over board and watched his body float to Davey Jones' locker. Suddenly I remember that Jack had been wounded badly.
I rushed to him praying that I wasn't to late. I saw him lying on the deck, Gibbs already tending the wound. I fell to my knees at his side and put my hand on his chest. He looked at me and smiled.
"ye did well luv." He ran a hand down my side and looked concerned when I winced. "Sweetie ye're 'urt." I smiled convincingly.
"I'm fine Jack." I felt Ana at my side. I reach over as the ship started going in circles. "Ana." I said. She looked at me concerned knowing about my state. She caught me as I passed out.
I'd like to thank my neighbor for helping me with this chapter I never was good at writing battle scenes.
Rodeochick