The sun beat down on her red hair as hard as his words beat down on her nerves. Mistress? Captain. Captain. She said nothing and continued to chop. Chop. Chop. Chop. Cho-
Genevieve whirled and held the cutlass up, wagging it as one wags a finger.
For effect, she chopped some more of the grass. A girl had to do what a girl had to do to not get ravaged, after all. Face as lovely as hers, she blushed again, turning to hide the coloring of her cheeks.Four paces back, thank'er!
Chop,I was somewhere horrid,
Chop,Crawlin' with the dead,
Chop.Like nothin' I've seen ever,