Anna was currently aboard the Flying Dutchmen, having a swashbuckling little adventure. Her sword was flying to and fro, blood was spraying out over the deck and great waves were crashing over the side of the ship. One of her arms was bleeding from a slash she had acquired earlier in the fight, but it wasn't about to stop her from plunging into battle once more. Better dead than a coward!

A bloodthirsty pirate came swinging at her and she ducked to the side before lunging her sword forward into the man's abdomen. Another came from the side, his buddy shortly following. And now she must be crafty - if she exposed either side, it would spell her doom. So she twisted and dodged, throwing her opponents on the defensive. Her sword sang through the air and came in short jabs. Blurred silver was all that could be seen before the enemies fell, dead, at her feet.

She pressed on.