Johnathan sighed as he shook his head, preesing the sword even worse on Keith making him speechless, but then quickly withdrawing the blade from Keith, seeing a nice scar where it had stuck him, since he had no shirt it was well visible. The woman glared at the man with the pistol, as Johnathan, sheathed his blade so did she.

"Be lucky young fellow...if it wasn't for this girl here...not even that gun could stop what I could have done....anywho.." he said spinning on his heel, making a complete 360 degree angle spin. He stood in place and eyes every last one of them, and then looked back up to the man with the gun, as the pirate woman, used a dagger in her back pocket, and cut the rope. Keith crawled back a bit, and layed their, still hearing the voices. He knew that the others could here it to.

"....What a intresting story...but I sense that you are telling the truth..." he said as he took out a keychain with many keys on it.

"Well lets not stay out here..wake your friend laying over their..if what you say happened it isn't safe out here..I'd rather discuss this in a more safe enviroment..." Johnathan said then snapping his finger and saying.

"Ah I'm tragically sorry...Allow me to introduce myself...I am Johnathan Angelo....This here is Robin. She is my right hand woman." he said as she put on a fake smile. He then turned and said.

"Well then lets go on inside shall we, Robin do you mind getting some aid materials for Keith?" he said as Robin nooded and the door opened as they walked inside.

Keith just layed their, as Robin came back out and helped Keith up, walking Keith inside, Johnathan motioned for them to follow, or stay at the top.

(You don't know how it looks inside, so simply post your walking in if you are.)

Will smiled as Sophia introduced herself. It was obvious that she was as smart as she was pretty. William made to move in, to tell her that her voice was a pretty as her face, and not to be embarrassed by speaking up, but then the pirates came. Will wasn’t surprised, but he was however on edge. Slowly slipping his hands down to his sides where two of his knives reside Will waited for the right moment.

Watching the small brawl, most might have reacted with fear, but it was obvious that these pirates did not want to kill them, or the one called Keith, would already be dead. He watched silently as the grabbed him, and held him hostage. Will then tried to make his move, he opened his mouth to start negotiations, but Sophia beat him too it. Amazed again by her intelligence, he wasn’t going to miss his chance to let her know it.

Ignoring the boy with the “gun,” which was pretty obviously a less-than-lethal gun and if these pirates knew guns they weren’t going to fall for it, He strolled up to Sophia. He made sure to catch her eyes, and he stared deep into them. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw the two pirates retreat with Keith.

“At first I thought you were just a pretty face, then you were the first one to speak to me, and I realized you had a pretty voice. But what surprised me most was how you handled the situation, you have an amazing mind,” Then will did something bold, he reached out with his hand and lifted her chin up, just a little bit, but the meaning was clear, “do not be ashamed of it.” And with that Will turned to the door.

Not willing to be caught off guard again, Will slipped his Kali sticks from their holsters on his back. “To most, these simple sticks would seem to hold no danger, but I am a master at Kali, and I can easily break bones and kill with these sticks, stay behind me. I won’t let anything happen to you.” Will was obviously talking to Sophia, but the others wanted to use him as a shield, he was okay with that.

“And without any further ado, let us continue into this maze of insanity.”

His touched caused a wave of nausea to run through her; she pulled away from him, embarrassed that he had noticed her in her time of stupidity. She mentally waved away his words knowing that he was lying; intelligence a failing aspect to have. She stood in place as he moved around her, his form, she was sure, blocking the entrance to the bottom of the ship. She knew he was talking to her but she made no motion or nod to let him know this.

She pivoted around again, mouth hanging open with an instinctual attempt at thanking him for being willing to protect her, but she quickly clamped her mouth shut, running her hands through her hair to keep everything in perfect order. She cautiously made her steps towards William, her thin frame easily hidden behind his.

"If you believe it wise to venture down there, I shall certainly accompany you."

She mentally smiled, mother would be so pleased. Not only had she put the man in control, she easily placed herself well into a submissive state and had stroked his intelligence at the same time. She gazed back over her frail shoulder, brown eyes cast at those still upon deck. She felt compelled to call out to them, to gather them to her and usher them down the stairs, but the appropriateness of this act was anything but, so she kept her lips tightly sealed, following William down the stairs.

They asscended down the stairs, as they came into the inside. It was preety wide, like your ol' normal bar. It preety neat and clean down their, and a barsmen stood on the other side of the bar bowing before Johnathan. Keith walked from behind the others after being patched up at the top. Johnathan walked into the room, along with everyone else, and Keith. Keith was up to something.

Johnathan sat down at a table, along with the woman, and Keith himself, pulled up a chair, sitting with the back of the chair, leaning on top of the back of the chair, the front of the chair behind him. Keith stared at Johnathan, and Johnathan back at him. Johnathan smiled, he knew that Keith was very angry at his previous action, but he didn't care, this was how Johnathan always acted. He kicked his feet up, sitting them on the table, as he glanced at William, who was looking like the head honcho of them all. He smirked.

"So...wierd story you all have here..." Johnathan said as Keith moved his hand slowly under the table reaching to the other side.

"So tell me...why is it that my men on my ship has disappeared so suddenly.." Johnathan said, as Keiths hand began to ease to the other side of the table, like a slithering snake. As his hand reached for the dagger, made of sterling silver, that rested in a pouch on Johnathan's side, Keith heared the voice agian. He ignored them. He began to reach further, and he was half way their.

"Do you even have an answer for that? I'm sure what the girl said was true..but all my men dissappearing...that isn't normal...I paied alot for them..." he said as Keith continued to reach under the table, when he felt a sharp pain at the bottom of his wrist. He felt something wet drip down his hand. He bit his lip and looked across the table, and Robin was looking at him, with evil gazing eyes. He could feel the pain in his wrist intensifying as something twisted where it had already struck Keith. The pain got worse, as the object was removed, and Robin looked away. Keith grabbed his wrist, both hands under the table. He was losing so much blood already.

"I say we kill them and be done with th-"

"No....Apparently this happened for a reason...I want to get to the bottom of this.." he said as the boat stood still.

(Prepare for some action ^_^)

So easily he had pierced my bluff it was well............... expected i guess. But now things were getting serious the big guy with the tanfa looking sticks was getting ready while the girl was hiding behind him. Somehow he didnt find that funny it was strange he found everything funny.

Well if everyone was getting serious he was too, as he descended down the steps he took out the splat bullet clip and emptied the chamber. As he took out a real clip and started clicking bullets into it, he always came prepared, when the clip could only fit 3 more bullets he took out a bullet with a red copper casing and loaded it then two normal ones on top. If it came to that the gun may misfire but point blank range would still be deadly, the bullet with the copper casing was his own invention. Since it was so weak when it fires from the barrel it shatters producing a weak shotgun effect of shrapnal that could hit someone in a vital spot or just serve to annoy them. If he didnt need it he could pop it out of the chamber since he hoped he wouldnt. He walked down the stairs with the rest of them looking for a good vantage point incase it turned ugly.

He stood to the side and saw the guy, Keith he thought his name was, reaching under the table for the dagger. And then the girl got him pretty good in the hand with a knife of her own and he was bleeding badly his blood starting to form a small pool on the floor. He sidled to the side till he got the girls attention with his eyes and glared at her until she stopped jabbing him.

Markoh was awakened from his nap, well startled was a better word for it. He dragged himself fully onto the boat. He felt the weight of his drenched clothes and removed his jacket since it was pointless to wear a wet jacket. He also removed his wet beanie, tossing it aside. Since he somehow lost his glasses, he cautiously made his way down below.

Once he was there, he peeked around a corner and saw the struggle. He took notice of two people, and the others he saw before taking that short nap. The two, judging by their attire, were pirates. "Great...Did we time travel!?" he said in his head, unsure whether the idea was true or not.

"What the hell is going on!?--" Markoh cried out, but as he did his entire body seemed to have "gone to sleep" ((you know that feeling you get when your leg falls asleep?)). He felt a surge of the feeling and suddenly he was down to his knees. Markoh didn't want to be involved in a fight like this especially if he couldn't defend himself. He crawled up the stairs and hoped no one saw him. His body trembled, as if he was getting electrocuted, but without the pain...or the death that followed. "Ah..Ahh..!" He groaned, the pain seemed to intensified, but still tolerable. He felt the pain pulsating in sync with his heart beat. He was not sure what was happening, perhaps he somehow gotten some form of the bends? Unlikely. Picked up some kind of "Time Traveler's" sickness? Perhaps. Hit his head and is dreaming? Hopefully.

William noticed how Sophia reacted to his touch and kind words. Someone has hurt her, twisted a knife in her back, but something draws me to her, and if we get out of this alive, I’ll find some way to help her.

Each step creaked as he walked down the steps, it was not only irritating, it was awfully eerie. As he entered the bar area, he took a position a few steps away from Keith. He stood silently as he watched his arm snake around under the table going for that silver dagger. He knew that if he could see it, so could anyone else, but he knew if he said something it could mean the death of that boy. Will’s fear came true, and the spray of blood infuriated him. For some reason, William has become more connected to this rag tag group than anyone else in his life since the deaths of his parents. It’s time to fight.

Spinning both sticks, William threw the one in his right hand at the woman who stabbed Keith, and using that same hand, he griped the chair Keith was sitting in and he yanked it back as hard as he could. Without even looking back to see if Keith was alright, Will transferred his left handed stick to his right hand, and he threw this one too, only at the leader this time. Without even blinking, Will reached down and rearmed himself with the knives at his side. A garab knife in the right hand, its bent blade completely lethal. In his left hand, he held his pakal knife, held icepack style.

Will remembered that the Leader at least is armed with a rapier, and he briefly swore at himself for leaving his bag on the deck of the boat. Well nothing I can do about it now. . . unless I can get all of us on the deck of the ship before the fighting stars. Keeping his eyes on the leader, Will slowly backed up. As he did he whispered back to Sophia, “Sophia, make sure Keith is alright, then get everyone to the deck, once your there, Find the knife and the sword in my bag! Please trust your instincts, because my life may be in your hands.”

Now speaking loud enough for everyone to hear, “Alright, these negotiations have gone a bit airy, if everyone stays where they are, we will gladly answer your questions. If you attack one more of,” Will hesitated as the word left his mouth, it felt weird to say it after so many years, “friends, I will have to kill you!” The way his eyes hardened when he spoke the words, no one could believe he was bluffing, mostly because he was not. One wrong move and he would kill in an instant.

He saw Will the big guy do the whole macho act after being manipulated like a puppet on strings by the pretty rich girl. Well cant let him have all the fun, he thought to himself as he dashed forward to grab Robins arm and twisted it behind her while sticking the gun into her spine.

"Dont move or its going to be a whole lot worse than a stab", he hissed through his teeth as he backed away from the captain holding her a hostage.

"I think we can Negotiate reasonably now since i know the pirate code, and since you seem to be pirates i can hope that you follow the pirate code and with that I call Parley", he said putting a pirate accent on it.

Even in the most serious of situtions he was trying to goof off.............. he had issues.

Sophia followed obediently behind William, her light step not once forcing a squeak from the boards below her. She stood beside him, head still bowed, as always. She kept her eyes on her shoes, the heel of the boots now beginning to cause her feet to hurt. She was a lady, and ladies never walked for long; hence the reason they could actually wear such painful shoes. She wiggled her toes, watching her big toe push against the velvet, a small hump forming and then disappearing with each movement. She mentally smiled, this simple action causing her a bit of enjoyment.

It was an utter surprise to her, then, when William's lithe frame alighted upon the table in front of them. The attack was sudden and so well executed and so undoubtably fast she hadn't truly seen exactly what had happened. She flung herself backwards, her back slamming into something behind her, steadying her scared form.

It was an even bigger surprise when he used her name, called to her for help. "Me?" She asked breathlessly, not believing he would trust her. She heard the sincerity in her voice and, for the second time that day, purposefully pushed away her training. It was time to be unlady-like, and yet at the same time, she was being lady-like. She was taking orders from a man, and was, hopefully, executing them to his liking.

Once everything calmed down she slipped past everyone, grabbing Keith by the shoulders. She assessed him quickly, noting he desperately needed a wrap around his wrist; she had nothing. She did the one thing her mother probably would have killed her over -- no, it was just the first thing in a long line of things her mother would have killed her over. She reached up to the collar of her button down and tore the fabric, ripping the collar off as quickly as possible. She tied the cotton about his wrist tightly, leaving just enough room for him to flex slightly. Once she was done she ushered him upstairs, eying everyone else, nodding lightly for them to follow.

She ran across the wooden deck, eagerly picking up William's bag. She hesitated, too scared to open someone else's property. She looked over for Keith, hoping he had heeded her advice and had come up with her. She groaned unhappily, her red tresses falling in front of her gaze. She pushed them back and ripped the bag open hastily, trying to find the weapons. She basically knew what she was looking for: A short pointy ting and a long pointy thing.

She was able to pull out the knife at first, and then the sword. She held them in hands as if they were poison. She hustled back down the stairs, literally throwing the weapons at William to get them away from her as quick as possible.

"There!" She nearly screeched, panic overtaking her form. She fell into her usual standing position, clasping her hands tightly in front of her, trying to calm herself down by doing something familiar.

Keith did not hesitate to dash from his current spot with such speed, it terrified him. He picked up a stick, as Robin slashed down at him, he moved back just enough to dodge the vertical slash, he moved horizantally. He turned in a 180 degree angle and hit Robin in arm, causing her to drop the katana Keith picked it up quickly, as Robin twirled a bit, roundhouse kicking Keith.

Keith spit out alittle blood and said

"How much more can you possibly hurt me?" he said as Keith slashed at Robin for a clean cut, Johnathan, seemingly appeared infront of her, as if he had warped and blocked the attack, using his rapier with one hand. Johnathans eyes widened quickly, as a forcefull wave, of what seemed to be wind, pushed Keith back, and hit everything in the room, cutting Keith many times.

"We have to get outside!" he said as Robin was beating Keith terribly, in this seemingly katana battle they were having. Keith was struggling to even live as she hacked and slashed at him. Johnathan walked towards will, kicking a piece of wood off of the ground, that was the result of the wave of disasterling wind, and kicked it at Will, before slicing quickly to kill Will. Keith was backed to the wall, as he with all of his built in strength pushed robin back, then did a Wing Chun punch, directly to her face, knocking her back. He slid a bit to the right, now being in the doorway he said.

"LETS GO!"

Will jammed both knives down in their holsters and slowly bent down to pick up the kalis and the gunog knife. The kalis felt good in his hand, it’s four rippled bladed was made for him. The handle fit perfectly to his fingers. The blade was weighed perfectly for his arm. The gunog knife was more generic, but it more than did its job.

“I am truly sorry for making you do something you so obviously despised,” Will whispered and for the first time since attacking the pirates, he took his eyes off of the leader and glanced back to Sophia, “you are the only one I know I can trust completely.” Will wasn’t sure why he felt this way, maybe because her light frame was to small to do any real damage to him, maybe it’s because she was the first one to speak to him since all of this craziness has started. But more than likely it was something in her eyes that begged of innocence.

But before he could say anything else, Keith foolishly attacked again. He heard the order to run, and he laughed at it internally, how silly to run into and attack an enemy then, while being beat so terribly tell everyone else to run! But before he could make any move to help the silly boy, he himself was attacked. Will watched the piece of wood fly at him as if it was moving in slow motion. With his quick reflexes he could have easily dodged it, but Sophia was behind him, so he knocked it out of the air with his sword, and it nearly cost him his life.

As soon as the wood was blocked, a savage slice from Jonathan’s rapier rained down upon him. Luckily for Will the chosen angle of the cut was a poor one. Slightly stepping to the right Will pointed the blade of his gunog knife (which was held ice pick style) to the roof, almost as if he hoped Jonathan’s arm would land onto it. But with a flash of speed, Will stepped forward and swung upwards to meet Jon’s arm. Instead of stabbing it, he allowed it to just miss on the right. Then using the blade as leverage, Will twisted Jonathan’s arm around, locking it against Will’s body harmlessly. Then lashing out twice with his kalis, Will attacked the Jonathan’s elbow and his right thy, hopefully disabling the man. After the attack, Will let go of the man, punched him once in the face, and with a smile turning up on the corners of his mouth, he kicked the wounded man in the stomach.

Turning towards Sophia, will asked another favor of her. “Please Sophia, grab my bag and run!" Without hesitation, Will turned to face the two attackers, and backed up slowly with his arm’s outstretched in a protective manner, ready to deflect any attacks on his friends.

He was crossing blades with the violent Robin, the best he could. Their blades locked and Keith looked into her eyes. They weren't the same as before, the were pitch black now. Robin smirked as with supernatural strength she knocked Keith into the wall. Keith ducked the slash that Robin made following, and dropped the blade, as she stomped his hand, for he had ducked, getting to close to the ground. Keith stared at his hand, bleeding terribly, and he wanted to curse but he said nothing.


"It is time..." he heared the voice say, the first human words that had been said thus far. The ship began to rumble, as they suddenly all were on the dock agian. Keith proceeded saying.

"What the hell?" as Johnathan stood, and brushed himself off, Robin materialized, and Johnathan's eyes widened saying.

"What the?!" as the sky turned a dark black color, and it poured rain, lightinign raining from above. Keith looked as Robin dissappeared back at Johnathan who was growling now. He stomped his foot, as he picked up the Rapier next to him, but Keith wasn't focused on that, something, he had caught in the corner of his eyes, as he moved his head and he backed up. He couldn't belive what he was seeing, and if it was even possible.

http://www.pantheon.org/areas/gallery/m ... /hydra.gif (You only see the heads.)

Keith had mixed emotions as he dropped the katana, and put both hands on top of his head, falling to his knees, closing his eyes. He wanted this to end, he wanted to go home. Then it clicked inside of him, and it would click within them all. Keith began to glow a grey silver like color, in a line pattern, all over his body. The Hydra, roared, looking as if it would attack soon, but time stopped for all (Other than us), as he began to glow, he wasn't focused, or wondering about the others, but about him, and what would be-fall of him. Johnathan dissappeared as well, gone with the wind.

(You are about to get that chance to test your powers! >=D)

"Your Journey, Starts here"

The one thing she was thankful for, was that they were all too distracted to attack her. It was a complete blur around her, all the movement, the knives, the swords, the flinging of apendages in wild motions. It was like a hurricane within the confined space, wood and random objects taking flight all around them. She was so confused with everything happening, so desperately unsure of where to step and which way to dodge, it was like a godsend when Will spoke to her.

His apology brought an uncommon smile across her face, only for it to be wiped away by his request for her to grasp his bag and run. A true streak of fear could be seen in her eyes before she gathered herself together and ran about, dodging as best she could the flailing arms and legs of others. She lowered her form as quickly as possible, lithe fingers wrapping about the edge of the bag as she pulled it into her body, craddling it like an American football. She scrambled up the steps, her form slipping once, knocking her down hard, her ankle moving grotesquely beneath her.

She cried out loudly, her facial twisting into sheer pain, an extremely feminine scream passing through her lips. She had dropped the bag, but she quickly grabbed it again, forcing herself to her feet. She pushed forward, crying with each step until she reached the deck, throwing herself onto the wood, her body wrapping about the bag, creating a human shield about it.

They were suddenly all around her, standing, as if by magick on the deck. She cuddled the bag as tightly as possible, her eyes slammed shut; she was waiting for a hand or sword to come crashing down upon her. She refused to let go, refused to look up until she received the okay from William himself.

Holstering both weapons Will dashed to pick up both of his kali sticks, which took little time for they were close by. Knowing Sophia would be in danger, He darted to find her on the deck. Relived to see her perfectly uninjured, as far as he could tell, he ran to her side. There he stood, watching the hydra appear, watching Keith glow, feeling his sanity ripped from his mind.

Knowing that nothing he would do would hurt such a giant creature, William put his weapons away. Slowly he kneeled and put his hand on Sophia’s shoulder. “Sh, don’t worry everything will be alright.” Will lied through his teeth and he hated himself for it. He knew that nothing will ever be alright, and they all might die any second, but he couldn’t stop himself. “It’s okay you can let go of the bag,” Will said in a quite, soothing tone as he grasped the bag and took it from her hands. Will knew he should be scared, he knew he should still be fighting, but no one else was, so he no longer had a reason to.

Unzipping the bag, William reached into it and pulled out a camouflage jacket he always has on him. Slowly he wrapped the jacket around Sophia, then he stood and watched Keith, the hydra, and the people that just seconds ago, were his enemies, not exactly sure what to speak about.

She relinquished the bag the minute she heard his voice, her slender body still in the shape of a C on the hard deck. She was shaking, horribly, she heard something massive errupt from the water beside them, and it only caused her to squeeze her eyes shut even tighter.

She had a feeling William was lying to her, but had enough sense he was doing it for her own good. She slowly brougt herself to a sitting position, gripping the edge of the jacket as she moved. Her eyes beheld the behemoth hydra, knowing exactly what it was the minute she saw it. She was struck dumb by the sight of it, her heart jumping into her throat.

She scrambled to her feet, only to immediately fall back down, her sprained, possibly broken ankle, shooting pain all the way up her leg. She hit the deck hard but pushed herself back up, struggling as best she could to get to the far side of the deck. She spun about, forcing her back against the lip of the railing, her breath hardly coming; the short, shallow gasps causing her to slightly swoon.

She caught herself, refusing to fall again. But as she stood there, she had no idea what to do. She simply waited in her hunched position, moaning in complete pain as she continued to stand on her injured ankle.

Keith watched as Johnathan faded, and that left them and the beast. Keith had studied mythology, and he recognized this from Greek mythology, known as the hydra. 3 heads twirled Keith's way, as he stood tall, the power streaming through his veins, though he was scared shitless, he had the courage to stand up agianst the beast to save his friends, even if that meant his life, so be it.

The heads came in as Keith hopped back with quickness, 2 heads landed in the row, that Keith had hopped back in, and one prepared to hit Keith directly. Just as it thrusted at him, and its teeth were summoned, Keith lifted up his hand, and his hand expanded, turning into some type of metal goo, before forming, a big square looking sheild. His hand was apparently the sheild. The Hydra hit the sheild hard shreiking as it's head rose shaking in agony, Keith looked at Will.

"Help me out here!" he said as his hand went back to normal, and his fists were now a grew looking color. The Hydra swooped back in, violent speeds, and Keith swung directly at its face, closing his eyes hopping he hadn't made a mistake. The Hydra head flew back once agian, roaring, as annother came from the side, hitting Keith's leg, that was now gray, along with the rest of his body, with a faint aura. Keith looked as if he was going to fall but regained composture, as annother head came in, he punched it, and it flew back. Shreiking the Hydra heads slid back into the ocean, as if they were unconscious, or hopefully dead. Keith quickly when they slid away, turned into his normal color, falling to his knees. What had just happened? Keith needed answers. Johnathan appeared agian, blinking his eyes saying.

"What the?! What just happened?! Where is Robin!?" Johnathan said as Keith ignored him for that brief moment, he looked up, and said to everyone.

"I...Is everyone ok?"

She was dumbfounded, completely and utterly dumbfounded. The transformation Keith had been a part of had shut her up well. She had been worried about screaming idiotically with the oncoming hyrda trying to slurp her --were they friends?-- up for a snack. She was shaken, scared beyond belief.

She couldn't move, she literally couldn't move. Her hands were grasping the railing behind her so tightly, her muscles so tense, she couldn't get herself to release the wood. She felt herself trembling, her entire form beating slightly against the edge of the railing with each massive shiver. She was making some kind of humming sound subconsciously, an odd, fearful, lengthy kind of noise. She tried to move forward, but her ankle stopped her.

Well, Keith had kept her quiet for a while.

She cried out, the pain shooting once again up into her slender leg, bringing tears to her usually dull, dumb eyes. Her lips twisted into a hideous grimace, her head bowing as she clenched her teeth shut, trying to shut herself up, red tresses curtaining her face off from the rest of the people.

"Everyone is fine," she was able to answer Keith through a tight jaw, "Thanks to you."

Watching Sophia rise and fall over and over again broke his heart. When she finally made it to the banister, William guiltily strode over to stand next to her. “You know, for someone who thinks so little of themselves, you are amazingly brave.” As usual, before he can actually fulfill and actual conversation, something happened. The hydra attacked Keith, and was repelled by his arm. Only it wasn’t his arm, it was some kind of metal shield. Damn, why didn’t he just do that earlier, save me a lot of trouble. Then bam, bam, bam, bam, the heads attacked again, but to no avail.

Before long the hydra retreated, obviously frustrated by what must have seemed like easy prey. Then Keith started spouting questions again. “Yeah everyone seems fine, except Sophia might have a sprained ankle.”

“Sophia, I have a first aid kit in my bag, do you want me to take care of that for you?” Will asked, pointing to her injured leg.

He was knocked over in the confusion and lost his pistol, as he struggled to stand up he felt something warm running down his head, blood? He tasted it, yes that metallic iron full taste of blood, was what he hadnt tasted in years since the wars. As he tasted his own blood his eyes sharpened his vision cleared and he stood with confidence looking up the steps where the fight was going on. He was dead serious now as he ran up the steps and out the door to see everyone standing there looking shocked.

"What did I miss? Giant sea monster attack or something?", he asked jokingly to Keith who had glowing grey parts strange.

She couldn't stand the pain, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she shook her head. She turned around, carefully, on her good leg, allowing her stomach to rest against the banister. She was able to let go of the railing long enough to turn about, and then her figners clenched down again, her knuckles blanching she was holding on so tight.

She was breathing loudly, through clenched teeth, her chest rising high with each inhale and falling with each exhale. She shook her head again, a few more tears sliding down her pale face. She was close to throwing up, the pain had found a nice pocket within her stomach and every movement brought her closer to puking over the edge.

"Make sure Keith's okay," she grumbled, a slight threat within her voice. She needed William to leave her alone so she could calm down and collect herself. Ladies felt no pain.

What would her mother be saying at this point? Be a lady, probably, over and over again. Her crisp tongue clicking in-between each time she said the sentence. She repeated the sentence within her mind, hearing her mother's inflection and voice piercing her inner ear. It caused more pain than good, but at least it was another pain.

What Sophia hadn't noticed was her grip loosening on the banister, her form leaning back against her will. She was fainting, her thin frame thumping hard against the wooden deck randomly. The pain had been too much, her body couldn't handle it. At least she had done the lady-like thing and became the damsel in distress.

Mother would be so proud.