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Zasha nodded. If that was what the captain wanted, it was what he'd get, but it seemed like a slipshod plan to her. True, it might keep them from getting farther to the top of the Marine's list of pirates they wanted to hunt down, but leaving them with just wounds might give them time to hurt someone when no one was paying attention. She'd do her best to keep them alive, but if they became serious threats to the lives of herself or her crew, all bets were off.

Moving forward, Zasha attacked the other four. Her blades glanced off of the first Marine's single sword, and with a twist she disarmed him and hit him in the head with the hilt. One down, three to go. The second and third were dispatched in a similar way, but the fourth proved a bit more skilled than the others. He parried her blows well, stronger in defense than he was in attack, giving her little opening to knock him out of the fight. Well, she was a pirate, so the gloves were coming off. A flurry of blows knocked him back a few steps, taking him off guard, and when his sword arm fell too far to the left she landed a spinning kick straight to his jaw. The unconscious Marines lay got a moment on the deck and then Zasha started tugging them off to throw them in the small rowboat, narrowly missing the doctor.

"Sorry about that," Zasha said as the boat rocked slightly with the added weight. With her Marines dispatched, she only had to wait for Captain Neggy to finish before she could take stock of their ship. She would have to check if there was any supplies or weapons on board they could use, if the ship needed any repairs, and make a list of what they would have to pick up, if anything, before heading to the open sea. It was likely that the ship was stocked at least for a week or so, but she couldn't leave the harbor without making sure. The sea was too harsh a mistress to leave such things to chance.