The sailors quickly rose from their bunks and went on to the deck only to see that people on the shore were firing ineffectually at the ships hull.

The men laughed as the archers kept firing their arrows. The arrows had crimson shafts, the same colour as their clothing. A man who seemed a lot more sensible and more elaborately dressed then the archers shouted 'who are you and what sorcery have you brought to this land.'

One of the sailors replied 'that's what we should be asking you. Do you know where the heck we are.'

'I will tell you on one condition. Let us have an honest 1-1 duel to the death with a hand-held non-magical weapon of your choice. If you chosen person manages to beat me, captain Johnson, master of the sword then we shall answer your questions. If however you fail. You must allow us to be escorted to the great Galbatorix himself where he and he alone will decide your fait.

At that point the captain of the ship came out.

'what on earth is the ruckus, have we reached the rendezvous yet?'

one of the sailors replied' with all due respect sir I don't think we ARE on earth. It seems we've been taken to a medieval land by that hurricane last night.'

'that explains the arrows then, I heard shouting WHAT do they want.'

'they want a 1-1 duel with non-'magical' weapons. Apparently one of us is going to be facing a master swordsmen.'

the laugh that came from the captain was so loud when he heard the news that the soldiers on shore were beginning to wonder if they had gone insane.

After the captain had stopped laughing and had finished wiping the tears from his eye, he said. 'I need to have a talk with you'.

He pointed to a sailor called jack. He lead the man behind a door and started to whispering to him. After a few seconds he was laughing as well.

He emerged from behind the door and shouted ' tell them we accept their request and that we will meet them on shore in 10 minutes.'

10 minutes later jack and Johnson were facing off. The captain was holding his 30" broad sword swing it in an attempt to intimidate the opponent and he was clad from top to bottom in bronze armour. Jack just stood there with his arm behind his back. When each man acknowledged that they were both ready, the captain advanced towards jack.

'you will never defeat me with whatever you have. I am the best here and in 10 seconds the one who will be dead will be you.' the captain exclaimed.'

the captains slow walk slowly began to speed up in to a run. At that point jack revealed what had been behind his back. It was a 1944 Winchester 12 gauge shotgun. He aimed it at the captain and pulled the trigger. The bronze armour didn't stand a chance. He was ripped to shreds armour and all. After that there wasn't enough of the captain to even bother saying he had fought well 'cause really he hadn't.

Jack turned towards the remaining soldiers, pumped the the shotgun and said' Now, Questions.

It was very intimidating.

Please note that this is my first Fic. CC is Much appreciated. Thanks