Aboard the Jackdaw: Under Edward Kenway And The Black Flag

2: Pirates

The belly of the Albatross was now eerily lifeless. The offending cannonballs had ripped through her guts slicing everything in their path. The men that had survived the initial blow had rushed to the deck in the ensuing chaos. The only remaining bodies below deck were the ones who remained still. By the stairwell, under two splintered wooden planks, Anna's limp body lay on the floor. 

Her first sense to awaken was her hearing. High-pitched ringing echoed through her half-sleeping brain. The next sense to awaken was her smell. She moaned in discomfort when the stench of burning wood and gunpower invade her nose.

Then, she began to hear the muffled sound of pistol shots with the distinct clash of metal. Still, her body did not react.

What finally woke her was the chocking sensation when the smoke and ash found its way into her lungs

Anna couldn't resist the insuppressible need to cough. Her back flew upright, and her eyes bulged open as she hacked debris and smoke from her lungs.

The sight around her chilled her to the bone. She was the only thing besides the flames that moved. The dismembered bodies of the men laid scattered across cannons and floorboards in a bloody work of art painted by Satan himself.

The side of the ship was riddled with holes from cannon fire. The damage sustained was so great that Anna could see straight through the side of the Albatross.  Yet, the sight that should have been endless land and ocean was blocked by the enemy ship right alongside the Albatross. Anna could now clearly hear the swords clanging up on the deck above accompanied by the endless overlapping raging sounds of men battling to the death. The pirates had boarded the Albatross.

Anna's arm felt like it was burning. When she looked at it, she saw a massive cut midway up her forearm.

Then, the clashing of swords and pistol shots ceased and a single endless cry erupted from the deck above. The cry had a victorious ring.

Her legs bolted to a stand, knocking some shrapnel off her legs in the process. She forced herself to look through the mangled bodies for Simon. Her heart stopped when she saw a tiny, malnourished black leg sticking out from a pile of scraped wood and metal.
It was indeed the young boy Simon. His eyes were half-open and glazed over with the curse of death.

Anna stood paralyzed for a moment as her gaze shifted between Simon and the side of the vessel that had killed him. Written words on the side of the pirate frigate caught her attention. It was the name of the ship, and she quivered when she read it.

It was The Jackdaw.

 Suddenly, Anna heard men descending the stairs towards her level.
The voices weren't familiar, they were gruff, clumsy, and angry.

Pirates!

Anna flew without thought down the stairs on the far side of the ship. From behind her, the men started to yell and run. Anna dared not look back as she ran with the highest speed. 

Her body released an unstoppable burst of adrenaline as she continued to run down the stair into the lowest level of the ship: the cargo bay. It was here were not an hour before, she had moped the floor with Simon.

The pirates were hot on her trail. When she reached the maze of cargo, she began running through them, grabbing some empty crates and throwing them behind her path.
She could hear the gruff men cursing and releasing animalistic growls of rage as they tripped and stumbled over the obstacles. The rage in their voice only compounded Anna's fear and a new wave of energy reached her legs.

Then, there was nothing but a wall before her. She screeched to a halt. The force of the sudden stop combined with the newly-oiled floor made her feet skid straight into the wall. She held out her frail arms to stop her body from colliding into the wall. 
There was no more ship left to run.