Over the ocean was the Dauntless. A beautiful ship maned by a small crew of seven. The captain, no more than 18, was a beautiful young lady. She saw forthcoming and sharp. Her words as well as her sight.

She never liked people, which is why her crew was so small. She was always on the run from the Navy. But today was different.

Over the span of the morning there was but not one ship in sight. She smiled as she dropped down to the deck from the ropes.

“Okay crew, how about a day to ourselves?”

As they went about setting up their hammocks and getting drinks a ship appeared upon the horizon.

“Oh great….hes back.”

She let the ship get closer and allowed them to board. She eyed the young man who was always chasing her.

“Storm how are you this fine day?” He questioned.

A scowl appeared on her face as she hastily replied, “Fine…and you? How’s your parents?”

A small smile appeared. “Now let’s skip the pleasantries. We both know I’m not here for small talk. So I’ll give you a choice. The jewel or-“

He was cut off, “My Sword? I’ll choose my sword. I’m not giving you that. It rightfully belongs to me. You want it….fight me for it. Or are you not man enough?”