The Bloody Cutlass

Violet stood shivering as her now soaked gown clung to her wet skin. "Your plan will not work." She insisted to the Captain's retreating frame.

He whipped around to face her, his expression stormy, daring her to explain. Violet wrapped her arms tightly around herself as her lips started to turn blue, but she raised her chin in defiance and continued. "He will not chase you into a trap, he has want only of a wife, my father will offer him my sister Grace instead and you will get nothing."

The Captain was silent for so long that she started to believe he had not heard her. She could feel the eyes of the crew upon her, but they were nothing compared to the crushing weight of the Captain's intense gaze.

He took a few menacing steps toward her stopping only when they were inches apart and Violet had to crane her neck back to look at him. Though they were close he spoke loud enough for the crew to hear, "has he seen you?" Violet blinked at him, not understanding, his voice took on a harder edge and he repeated the question. "Your future husband the Earl, has he laid his eyes upon you?"

"Y-yes." Violet stammered as the icy wind picked up around them. Only then did the Captain step back, a smug look on his face. "Then no one else will do. He will come."

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