Muriel snatched her spyglass off the desk and ran back outside. Dogging the sailors rushing about, she ran up on the poop deck and extend the glass as she lifted it. The imperial naval ship they had been discreetly following for the past weeks was charging their way.
She lowered the spyglass and gripped the wheel than heaved it towards the navy ship,
"Grab your weapons, who's ready for a fight," She shouted
The sailors on the deck cheered.
"Conrad!" Murial yelled
The admiral rushed over, she patted his shoulder as she stepped around him, "take the wheel"
She ran down the stairs, shouting orders in the process.
"You four, lower the headsails, the rest of you man the cannons."
She turned and pushed open the door to her cabin then marched over to a tall wooden cabinet in the corner of the cabin. She flung it open, her eyes on wandering over the contents, a mix of elegant swords and pistols.
Her eyes landed on a long-bladed, backsword, with a silver guard made up of twisted strings of metal.
Snatching it swiftly from the hook, she slid it into the sheath. Muriel closed the doors to the case, locking them, then slipped the key into her desk drawer. A loud boom, followed by a sharp whistle rang through the air. She braced herself, as the cannonballs violently rocked the boat. Her effort in vain as she stumbled back, landing on the floor. A muffled cry rang from below, "fire!"
The ship swayed slightly as the ship's cannons fired back.
She crawled over to the door and hauled herself up, glimpsing the naval ship. Nearly dwarfing the pirate ship as it closed in on their port side, sailors and ropes, poised to swing. She pounded her shoe into the deck, altering the sailors below.
"Prepare be to boarded! "
She gripped her sword as the enemy soldier swung over and swarmed the boat. She swung her sword batting off sailors, as she backed on to the poop deck. Sheathing her sword, she grabbed a nearby rope, and jumped on to the railing, pushing herself off and towards the other ship.
Muriel landed on the bow of the ship, the fought her way towards the poop deck. A shine of sun caught her eye. She lifted her head and glanced at where it had come, a medallion. She paused momentarily as the man wearing it went into the captain's cabin.
"Wait," her face scrunched in recognition," Cirillo?" she whispered. Foots steps sounded behind her, she thrust her sword backwards, the recipient moaned, followed by a grunt as she yanked her sword out. Muriel ducked a sword swing, then made her way towards the man with the medallion. She pushed the door open, sword at the ready.
Muriel scanned the room, slowly reaching the centre. A sharp point suddenly dug into her back, she stiffened.
"Look what the cat dragged in."